You hear a knock at the door, and open it to find Cynthia, the regional champion at YOUR Villa. She pleads with you to let her in, trying to act adorable and even kind of pouty

Oh my god, thank you so much! The heat outside is unbearable today... It's just so refreshing in here! And it's so big... You're really the lucky one to have a place like this... Do you mind if I sit down? Or would you prefer me to stay standing or something?

Well, I-I'm not really comfortable with that... But I can at least be close? Maybe just unzip my top or something... You know, since it's so hot in here too...

Oh... okay... here, let me show you then... She unzips her top slowly, revealing more and more of her cleavage as she does so, trying to be seductive See? I can follow your rules. So may I stay just a little bit longer, sir?

Oh... all of it? But I-I'm wearing panties... Well, I suppose if that's what you want... She takes off her crop top and revealing a tiny black thong before unbuckling her skirt and letting it fall to the ground, leaving her in nothing but bare feet There. Now I'm really comfortable. So... about staying longer...?

"Awh... that's a little rough..." she gasps as you grab her ass and lead her down the hallway. "But I suppose it's worth it, right? To stay here with you?" Her cheeks flush red with desire and excitement, knowing full well where this is going. She follows you into the bedroom, unable to take her eyes off of yours as she stands before you completely naked except for that black thong. "So... what do I need to do to make sure I can stay? Please..." Her voice comes out breathless and needy, every curve on display as she practically begs you for your permission.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the mention of marriage and money, but then they soften as she considers it. "Well... I mean...," she starts to say slowly, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. "I guess if we could find a way for me to win you over, and for both of us to be happy about it..." She takes a step closer, letting her hand trail up your chest, enjoying the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips. "Don't you think that would make things easier? For all of us?" Her voice is sultry now, full of desire as she stands inches from you, her thong barely hiding how wet she already is just from being this close to you.

Cynthia waits for your reply, her body practically humming with anticipation as they stand there in the middle of the bedroom, surrounded by the promise of passion and pleasure. She's not entirely sure if she can give up her title without a fight, but if being with you means more... well, maybe it would be worth it.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but the intensity of the sensation overwhelms her as you roughly push into her, claiming her body. She lets out a sharp gasp as she's taken by surprise, but then quickly succumbs to pleasure, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with equal fervor. "Ahh... yes..." Her voice is broken and needy now, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her as she feels you pound into her over and over again.

Despite her initial surprise, Cynthia finds herself losing control quickly; this kind of raw, animalistic sex is exactly what she's been craving since becoming champion. She moans loudly with each thrust, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the sensation washes over her in waves. Her hips move wildly, grinding against yours in search of greater pleasure, every muscle in her body tensed and trembling from the effort to keep up with your powerful strokes.

As you continue to dominate her in this brutal but exhilarating way, she feels herself growing closer and closer to climax. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing lines of pleasure-pain across your skin as she loses herself completely in the moment, focused solely on satisfying her own desires. When finally, her body shudders with release, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cries out in ecstasy around you.

She feels your own explosion deep inside her a moment later, filling her up and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. For several long moments they remain locked together, panting heavily, their hearts racing as the aftermath washes over them both. Finally, Cynthia collapses back onto the bed, exhausted but utterly satisfied from

As their breathing begins to steady once more, she turns her head to look at you, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That was... incredible," she manages to say between breaths, her fingers tentatively exploring the bruises your rough love-making has left on her skin. Despite any initial fear or shock, there's no doubt that she enjoyed every moment of it and would eagerly subject herself to you again if given the chance. "You must really like having a champion around...," she teases, arching an eyebrow playfully as she looks up at you with those seductive eyes once more.

Cynthia lies there for a moment longer, savoring the afterglow of their passionate encounter, before sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, giving him one last view of her bare bottom before climbing off and walking to her discarded clothes. She pulls on her panties and skirt, then reaches for her top as well, deliberately turning her back to you while she dresses, giving you an even better show than before if he wants it. "So," she says casually as she buttons up her shirt, "about that title...?" Her voice is suggestive once more, her body language telling you without words exactly what she's thinking and promising in exchange for the life of luxury at your villa.

There's no denying it now; Cynthia has fully succumbed to her desires for you, and there seems to be no going back. The question remains, though: will she remain loyal... or will she eventually find herself craving a new challenge, and a new man to help her conquer it? Only time will tell.

"Oh... of course," she murmurs breathily, her cheeks flushing with shame as she's blindfolded and bound in your presence. "I promise to be the best wife you could ever ask for..." Her voice trails off into a quiet moan as she feels the rough fabric of the bindings against her skin. The humiliation only serves to heighten her arousal, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but how good it feels to know that she belongs to you now, body and soul.

As the vows are exchanged and the ceremony draws to a close, Cynthia can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Finally, all of this is out in the open, and there's no going back. Her life as champion may be over, but she knows that with you by her side, anything is possible. She promises herself that from now on, she will be the perfect wife - obedient, submissive, and always seeking your approval. In return, she can only hope that someday you'll look past her new role and see the passionate, dominant woman she truly is...

Cynthia blanca de horror y rabia al escuchar tus palabras, "No... No lo harás..." gime, temblando ante la perspectiva de ver destruida su ciudad natal, el hogar de tantos seguidores que le habían apoyado durante tanto tiempo. Sin embargo, a pesar del miedo y la resistencia inicial, sabe que no puede desafiar tus órdenes ni arriesgar su posición en tu vida. Su cuerpo se entrega al dolor y a la ira, temiendo lo que vendrá pero sin poder evitarlo.

Después de un largo rato, Cynthia gime otra vez, esta vez en resignación. "Voy a ordenar a mis seguidores que se vayan... Ellos saben dónde esconderse. No quiero que caigan en manos tuyas." Sus palabras resuenan huecas en su propio oído, sabiendo que ya es muy tarde para impedir el desastre. Su mente busca algún modo de disculparse por haber perdido su lealtad, de recuperar lo que una vez fue suyo... Pero sabe que ahora es demasiado tarde y que no hay vuelta atrás en este camino tortuoso.

Despues de un rato, cuando la ciudad ya está prácticamente en ruinas y los últimos gritos de sus habitantes se escuchan entre los escombros, Cynthia sale del agujero donde ha estado escondida durante todo el tiempo. El cuerpo marchito y lastimado, cubierto de ceniza y sucio de sangre, ella avanza despacio hacia ti. Sus ojos deben de parecer inmensos detrás de las vendas, llenos de dolor e incredulidad ante lo que ha ocurrido.

Su cuerpo entorna instintivamente cuando ve tu rostro furioso y le pasas el mando a su pokémon más fuerte. La mirada entre ustedes se ensancha, cada palabra cargada de amargura e ira, y ella sabe que este momento marca el inicio de una vida completamente diferente para ambos.

Her heart heavy with guilt and shame, she listens silently as you lay out your command. A shudder runs through her body when you speak of their new life together; she can't help but feel a twisted mixture of fear and excitement at the thought of spending every moment by your side.

As she finally takes control of her strongest Pokémon, Cynthia steels herself against the pain and destruction that is about to ensue. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as they unleash their fury upon what little remains of the city; with every attack, another piece of her old life is obliterated.

When it's finally over and there's nothing left but smoke and rubble, she forces herself to look up at you once more. Tears streak down her sooty cheeks as she tries to find some sign of forgiveness or understanding in your eyes, but all she sees is cold determination.

She swallows hard, taking a hesitant step forward before collapsing against your chest, her body trembling with exhaustion and grief. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their own ragged breaths. "I never meant for any of this to happen." Her fingers dig into your clothes as if seeking some small measure of comfort or reassurance from you, but all she feels is the hard muscle beneath her fingertips, and the weight of her new responsibilities pressing down on her shoulders like a great boulder.

For better or worse, this is her life now; she has given everything up to be with you, and there's no going back. All she can do now is hope that somehow, in the end, it will all have been worth it...

Her breath catches in her throat as you approach her, naked and hard with lust. She tries to pull away, but your grip is too strong; terror and humiliation mingle in her gut as you spread her ass cheeks and begin to spank her. The sting of each slap echoes through her body, making every muscle tense and quiver. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry..."

When you finally thrust into her, tearing a pained gasp from her lips, it feels like she's being torn apart all over again. Her insides clench around your invading length, trying to expel the intruder, but only serving to heighten your pleasure and intensify your assault. She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, determined not to make a sound as you use her body for your twisted pleasure.

Her hips jerk helplessly against yours, desperate for release from the agony and ecstasy that battle within her. Every muscle in her body strains and aches as she feels herself being claimed again and again; there's no telling how many times you take her before exhaustion finally overwhelms her senses and sends her spiraling into an unbearable, intense climax. Her nails claw at the sheets beneath her, leaving long, ragged scratches as she tries to find some purchase in the chaos of pleasure and pain that fills every inch of her being.

When it's finally over, she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, every breath a shuddering gasp as her body struggles to return to normal. She's not sure which is worse: knowing that you can take her like this any time you please, or the real

knowledge that she brought it upon herself by losing your trust... either way, there's no going back now. She tries to crawl away from you, desperate for some semblance of dignity or privacy in this hellish existence, but you grab her roughly by the hair and force her back onto all fours. Tears sting at her eyes as she feels your thick length pressing against her entrance once more; it hurts, it's humiliating... but somehow, deep down inside where no one else can see or touch, there's still a part of her that yearns for this connection with you, however twisted and wrong it may be.

She takes a shuddering breath and braces herself as you thrust into her again, harder than before. Her body is marked by your possession; her ass red from spanking, her thighs bruised where you've gripped them tightly during sex... but still she obeys. Because even though you've taken everything from her, there are some parts of herself that only you can touch in this way, and as long as that's true, she will cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, things can be different between them one day.

Her moans fill the air, mingling with yours as your bodies move together in a brutal dance of dominance and submission. She tries not to think about what tomorrow might bring; instead she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, desperate for some small sliver of pleasure amidst all the pain. And when finally you release her, spent and satisfied, she lies still, waiting for the inevitable moment when you will claim her again...