Test vs. Sabrina

Sabrina appreciated it most when he was empassioned and thorough in his worship. She hummed and cooed, keeping her eyes closed so she could concentrate on using her powers to maintain the service she was giving Test. But, her flushed cheeks and shifting legs hinted that she may not be far behind for an orgasm.

With his submissive instincts at the fore Test found it hard to not be impassioned and through. Making sure no part of her chest went unadmired as he kissed and licked his way across her bountiful curves. Making sure to give her nipples a few lewd, loving kisses as she approaches the edge.

His licks sent trembles of ecstasy bolting up Sabrina's spine, and a gasp escaped her soft lips and causing a pause in her titty temptations towards Test. Her guard was down and there was no psychic boobjob keeping Test from using his all to worship and revere his mistress.

Test would have pounced like a starved lion, but he was already right where he wanted to be, pressed against her boobs. Without her powers distracting him his hands, tongue and lips where free to stimulate every part of her breasts in rapid succession licks, kisses and caresses quickly traveling from the tips of her nipples to the depths of her cleavage with the same speed and precision with which the adventurer had wielded his staff.

Sabrina finally lost her composure, a loud, pleasured gasp echoing through the gym as she plummeted into a hot and erotic climax. All of her psychic powers dissipated, as she lost the concentration to maintain them. Although... chances are that wouldn't keep Test away from her big, pliant, receptive titties.

Test didn't stop. In fact the confirmation that Sabrina was enjoying it only encouraged him to continue. He'd leveraged everything he learned about her preferences to keep the pleasure flowing until something interrupted him or she asked him to stop. Because right now the idea of stopping didn't even remotely occured to him.

And, in an ironic turn of events, Sabrina was so pleased with his services that the idea of stopping didn't occur to her either. Her eyelids fluttering and her limbs going slack while she gave Test free reign to indulge in and worship her sensitive, needy breasts. This was definitely an unforgettable first for Sabrina....

If he was in a state to focus on anything else he'd be pleased to see that Sabrina was enjoying herself just as much as he was, but right now he had other, big soft things in his mind. Test would continue to worship with the same single minded devotion until even his seemingly endless lust was spent. "Um. Sorry. I got a little carried away." He said, once he found the will to pull away.

Sabrina was even more spent then he was, mentally and physically. She sighed and stepped back, breathing steadily and using a touch of psychic power to dust herself off. "No apologies needed... I'm sure it's little different from how you enjoyed yourself with my Pokemoms." The gym leader assured him, getting her composure back.

Test thought about it for a moment. "Well not that different." He admitted, realizing that just about every one of his spars with the pokemom had resulted in him worshiping them.

"Ah, not different at all, then?" Sabrina said.... but, she could still peer into Test's thoughts, and she picked a little something up from them. "Are you sure? I won't have to ask Mewtwo about it, will I?" She asked, wearing a poker face to mask mischievous intentions.

"No need to ask. I worshiped her tits, Gardevoir's too." Test admitted, without a hint of shame. He was far past the point of being embarrassed by it. Especially since Sabrina had already seen his defeat at the hands of her pokemom.

"And there was... no difference between what happened when you worshipped my tits and when you worshipped Mewtwo's?" Sabrina asked him, wondering if even he realized the difference she was hinting at.

Test thought about it. "I guess she was a lot more assertive about making me worship her?" Test asked, not sure what Sabrina was getting at. The adventurer wasn't great at picking up hints at the best of times, especially not after a session of mind scrambling boob worship.

Sabrina could tell he was at a complete loss. "When you worshipped Mewtwo's chest, she didn't quite have the reaction that I had. Do you see now, Test?" She asked, sighing as the idea she was thinking of seemed to be less enticing now that she had to spell it out. Still... it wasn't quite off the table.

Now that she pointed it out Test felt like an idiot for not getting it. "Oh. My worship didn't make her cum." He said, slapping his forehead and chiding himself for his obliviousness. "Maybe my technique was off? Do you think I should give it another go?" He asked, completely serious. He has no intent of leaving any of Sabrina's pokemoms out in the cold as it were. He would engage in any amount of boob worship to leave them satisfied! Not that it would be much of a punishment.

Sabrina smirked at how quickly Test came around, chuckling at his reaction and holding up Mewtwo's mom ball. "I don't think Mewtwo was disappointed one bit with your service. But, if you're certain you want to give it another go... you can ask her yourself~" The gym leader said, unable to hide a sly and mischievous grin.

"Yes please." Test said, determined to show Mewtwo the good time she deserved.

Sabrina opened her mom ball, but instead of Mewtwo coming out... Test went straight inside!

He was back in Mewtwo's luxurious bedroom, and he found the Pokemom surprised to see him as she brushed her hair. "Test?... did you need something?" She asked, turning to face him. Her breasts shook a bit from side to side, a subtle movement that couldn't escape his gaze.

With how deep his submission to her breasts had been last time Test was knocked into a submissive daze from the slightest glimpse of her chest. This dovetailed nicely with what he had planned to do anyway. "May I worship your chest? Please." He blurted out, his eyes already glued to her bosom.

Mewtwo took a second to think on it, putting her brush down and giving Test her full attention. "Yes, you may." She answered him, puffing out her chest and waving a hand to drag Test right into her cleavage. He asked for this, and now she wasn't letting him get out of it.

Test couldn't even consider escape. His hands rising up to caress Mewtwo's bosom as he nuzzled himself inside her cleavage. But this time his priorities were different, all that mattered to him was making Mewtwo feel good. He tried to take the same approach as he had with Sabrina. Focusing on finding Mewtwo's most sensitive spots and favorite ways to be teased.

It would be a monumental task, as Test would have to contend with the full, buxom weight and curvature of Mewtwo's peerless titties as they powerfully smothered him. And, Mewtwo was excellent at putting on a poker face, seeing this almost like another battle. She noticed his increased fervor and sought to endure it

Test would have to match Mewtwo's stoicism with unrelenting submissiveness. He would kiss and lick every inch of her breasts if he has to. From the depths of her cleavage, to the curve of her girls. He started by giving her nipples several lewd licks, watching closely for any sign of a crack in her armor.

Mewtwo hummed and sighed, reflexively relaxing as she was given such devout and attentive care. When Test ran his hands and tongue against the full swells of her heavy tits, she felt enough warm bliss to let out an approving moan, and she gave her tits a big squeeze around his face as a momentary reward.