Shadow Of Corruption

4/6/2011

Evening was filled with small talk until Broken and his girls went upstairs.

"So why do they get a room?" Gertrude asked. Even though she and Broken had rooms before, they hadn't known it to be the norm.

"We want Broken to feel comfortable here." Martin answered.

"Plus with how horrible Gothitelle and Meinshao were treated by Vivian and her brutish husband, they hardly ever got out of their balls." Grace seemed to have more to say but instead chose to sip more wine. 

"This sounds like a deep story." Shade spoke up while Gertrude snuggled into her side. 

"Vivian and that awful man... there are rumors, and I hope that they all aren't true." Grace refilled everyones glass.

"What do you mean?" Gertrude asked hushed.

"Has anyone heard Gothitelle speak out loud?" Martin asked and left it at that as everyone thought about it. Psychics didn't need to speak out loud after all.

The subject changed to romantic tales of Grace and Martin and stories of Shade a Gertrude, who realized that there wasn't that much romance to be found. Both were secretly disappointed and both quietly vowed to make more.

By the time midnight rolled around, Gertrude was pretty plastered. She had proclaimed with her first glass how much she liked wine and wondered why she hadn't tried it before. Now with her tenth she sat in Shade's lap, dress dishevled and Shade struggling to keep her in it. 

"So itchy!" Gertrude tugged at the hemp dress she got from the attic earlier.

"Gertrude..." Shade set her own drink aside. She had learned to hold her liquor when they roomed with Cassidy. "I think we're heading up to bed!" 

Shade stood, lifting Gertrude as she did, cradled like a bride. 

"We're gonna do it!" Gertrude announced happily leaving shade red faced and rushing up the stairs.

Martin and Grace chuckled.

When they stopped they stare into eachothers eyes. Adoration filling both pairs. 

"Something seem weird about Shade to you too, or is it just me?" Martin asked.

"Sometimes she reminds me of a pokemon herself." Grace said and took his hand. "I think Gertrude had a perfect idea, don't you?" 

5/6/2011

12.03

The fancy digital clock shone it in alternating colors upon the wall. 

Shade closed the door with her foot as Gertrude nibbled her ear. Shade was getting shaky, she felt her wetness and smelled their combined arousal.

She laid Gertrude on the bed and the happy gardevoir stripped. As she struggled in her drunkeness, she ended up on her knees and chest down on the bed. 

Shade peeled off her oversized shirt and climbed up on the bed. Her eyes focused on Gertrude's exposed bottom. She reached put and caressed the soft flesh. Gertrude cooed happily and wagged her bottom. "I see what you're thinking and I..." Gertrude's words turned into a long moan as Shade took her first taste of her lover. Up until now they had only touched. 

The feel of Shade's lips and toungue down there, the little pinches from Shade's teeth, Shade's invading fingers that curled within her and sought out her deeply hidden bundle of nerves, along with those that softly circled her hard clit, all of it combined with the warm buzz of the alcohol had Gertrude's head swimming with pleasure.

Items in the room floated around while Gertrude was reduced to a quivvering mess and gushed all over Shade's face and chest. 

Shade eased her down to the mattress and spooned her. She took pride in the orgasmic after shocks that Gertrude experienced and had shared with her through their psychic bond. She hadn't even realized until after she had finished pleasing her lover how she had shared the experience, but she was too tired to care about changing the sheets, which were drenched with their combined fluids. 

"I didn't know we could do that." Shade said with a yawn. She eyed the items that lay across the floor. 

"Do what?" Gertrude asked sleepily. 

Shade only slept a short time. Soon she was up and admiring her naked Gardevoir girlfriend. She took a photo with her phone. Then read a few articles on tech and mechanics. That was followed with a few rounds of Doctor Pikachu, the game once again infuriating her with its dificulty. Bored again she found a sketch pad and pencils on the floor and began to draw. Her muse before her slumbering peacefully. 

When Gertrude started to seek her out, Shade gave up on the drawing and climbed back into bed. The fancy digital clock indicating that they only had another hour to sleep before Shade was to make good on her promise of helping around the farm.