Pokemon: Bounty Hunter Alex

*Warning: Sesbian Lex. Skip to the dialogue to avoid.*

Malia and Nohea led Alvera onto the dance floor, where the energy of the room immediately swept her into a rhythm as she moved her body and fell into step with the beat. The bass vibrated through the floor in heavy pulses, lights strobed in sharp bursts of color, and bodies moved in constant motion all around her, packed close and moving in tandem.

Alvera, sandwiched between Malia and Nohea, surrendered herself completely to the music and to the twins. The three of them danced without a care amid a sea of people, their bodies close as they moved in perfect sync with the pulsing beat. Alvera’s hands gripped their hips firmly and pulled them even closer, one twin behind her, the other in front, their thighs sliding and rubbing together with heated, slick friction.

The twins took it a step further. Malia gripped Alvera’s hips tightly, pulling her in until their faces were close, lips nearly brushing with each sway of their bodies. Behind her, Nohea pressed her full breasts firmly against Alvera’s back, her hands roaming boldly. One hand grabbed and kneaded Alvera’s breast, while the other slid slowly down to caress her inner thigh. Nohea nestled her head against Alvera’s, lips teasing the sensitive skin of her nape with slow, heated kisses.

Their dance grew more sensual, more intimate, bodies grinding and swaying with raw desire. The heat between them was intoxicating.

Alvera surrendered to it completely, her pulse racing with lustful excitement as she welcomed every bold touch and caress from the twins. Being pleasured so openly by two such beautiful women in the middle of the crowded dance floor was exactly the kind of thrilling, wicked story Lyra had shared with her growing up.

Growing bolder, Alvera leaned in and captured Malia’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together as her hands slipped beneath both twins’ skirts. Her fingers glided along their smooth inner thighs until she found their treasured beads, already slick, swollen, and throbbing with need. With deft, familiar strokes she circled and rubbed their clits, alternating between gentle teasing and firm pressure while coating her fingers in their dripping arousal.

The twins gasped into her mouth and neck. Behind her, Nohea pressed tighter against Alvera’s back, full breasts rubbing firmly against her as one hand dove between Alvera’s thighs. Nohea’s fingers quickly found her soaked folds and stroked her clit while she ground her own dripping pussy against Alvera’s ass. Their bodies moved as one, hips rolling, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, grinding shamelessly together in the middle of the crowded dance floor.

Heavy breaths quickly melted into desperate, erotic moans that were drowned out by the pounding music. Alvera’s fingers moved faster, rubbing tight little circles over both twins’ sensitive clits and occasionally dipping inside their clenching entrances to stroke their inner walls. Malia whimpered against her lips, hips bucking greedily into Alvera’s hand, while Nohea bit down on Alvera’s shoulder to muffle her own cries as her fingers plunged deeper into Alvera’s soaked cunt.

The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Their movements grew frantic, bodies shuddering, thighs quivering, slick sounds barely hidden beneath the music. Alvera’s own orgasm hit first, crashing over her in powerful waves as Nohea’s fingers fucked her perfectly through it. She moaned loudly into Malia’s mouth, never stopping her own strokes.

Malia followed seconds later, her clit pulsing hard against Alvera’s fingers as she came with a sharp, trembling cry. Nohea was last, burying her face in Alvera’s neck and grinding desperately against her as her orgasm ripped through her, juices coating Alvera’s thigh.

The three of them clung to each other, shaking and panting through the aftershocks, still subtly grinding and stroking as the final tremors of pleasure faded. Their legs were weak, inner thighs glistening, yet they remained locked together on the dance floor, breathless, flushed, and utterly satisfied.

“I… I think I need to sit down,” Malia said, her voice trembling.

“Same,” Nohea said from behind Alvera.

“Okay,” Alvera said, slipping her hands from their skirts and leading the pair back to the VIP table.

Alvera had the brightest smile on her face, full of pure joy and happiness, as she took sips of her drink while Malia and Nohea downed theirs with haggard expressions.

“What’s wrong?” Alvera asked.

“We just didn’t think you’d be so bold,” Malia answered.

“Yeah, you seemed so innocent,” Nohea added.

“Most of my mothers used to be prostitutes, and they shared a lot of stories while I was growing up. I’m just happy to have stories of my own now.”

“Prostitutes?” the twins exclaimed in shock.

“Yeah,” Alvera said. “Dad saved them, gave them jobs, and they kind of grew attached. It wasn’t exactly a romantic love story, but it was pretty steamy. Apparently, he has a really big dick and the stamina to keep them satisfied despite their numbers.”

“Your mothers tell you these things?”

“Not all of them. Just a few of the more sexually open ones. Nyx, Rhea, Lyra, Mika, Maris, and Kaia on occasion. My mother is an absolute saint though, so don’t expect any girl talk from her.”

The twins continued the conversation, intrigued by Alvera’s stories, particularly her father’s magical cock and stamina, until their table gradually filled again as their friends returned from the dance floor. Tired from dancing, they collapsed back into their seats, calling for more drinks and food as the group enjoyed their night out.

They continued drinking and talking at their leisure when a man approached the table with a sly, confident smile. He wore a tailored suit, his slicked-back blonde hair catching the shifting club lights, his shirt left open to reveal his chest.

He reached out and grabbed Alvera by the back of the neck, leaning in to claim her lips, but before he could react, Alvera drove her forehead into his nose. The impact sent him staggering back into the crowd, clutching his face as he struggled to recover his balance and dignity. Without a word, he scrambled away from the dance floor, an angry expression on his face.

“Is that one of your friends?” Alvera asked with an unfazed, bright smile.

“No…,” Malia said, her tone turning worried. “Alvera, I’m sorry, but there’s something we’ve been keeping from you. We didn’t bring you here to dance. We brought you here to help us claim territory and push back the other gangs.”

“The guy you just headbutted was one of the gang leaders in the area,” Nohea continued. “He gets away with anything he wants here, and now that you’ve humiliated him, he’s gone to call his gang to cause trouble for us.”

“What kind of gang are they? What operations do they usually run? Do they have a base?” Alvera asked, her eyes suddenly turning sharp with bloodlust. “Can I legally kill them?”

The twins and their friends recoiled from Alvera’s sudden bloodlust, which was a complete flip from her usual happy demeanor. This girl was crazy if killing was something she considered as her first option.

“No killing is our number one rule,” Malia said, turning serious. “We can beat each other up, mug each other, cause problems, even get each other arrested, but no killing whatsoever. It’s to make sure those of higher rank don’t bother cleaning up our mess.”

“We’re not actually allowed to bring in someone who has a higher rank either, but because you’re young, you might be able to get away with it if you can restrict your aura, which you’ve been doing since we met you,” Nohea added.

“Oh, that’s because of this,” Alvera said, showing off the pin on her skirt. “My dad made it to conceal our aura so we don’t intimidate people. Expert rank is the default setting since it’s common enough in public. Can you imagine the commotion if over a dozen Elites and a few Champions just walked around in a crowd?”

The twins could certainly imagine it. Their own parents already drew plenty of attention, and they were only a pair of Elite ranked trainers.

“Anyway,” Alvera said, “what’s the deal with these gangs? What are they for? Are you girls part of it? Why bother with something like this?”

“It’s for protection,” Malia said. “They tried to recruit us a long time ago, but we refused to follow their whims. So we grouped up to defend ourselves against the gangs on the island. We can’t just get rid of them since we’d have to answer to their higher-ups, and if we involve our parents, even stronger people would come to deal with them.”

“We figured that if we made a gang of our own, we could establish our own territory, fight them off, and bring peace to our section of the island,” Nohea continued. “As long as we follow their rules, we’ll be able to protect ourselves until we grow strong enough to secure our home.”

“What if these unknown higher-ups start ordering you around?” Alvera asked. “What if they force you to run a prostitution ring, operate a drug den, or kill people they don’t like? Are you just going to go along with it?”

“They don’t interfere with lower ranks,” Malia said. “It’s part of the rules. If they want to commit crimes, they do it without involving lower-ranked gangs.”

“Yeah, but what if they insist? Who’s going to stop them from forcing you? Is there an even higher authority that would prevent that?”

The twins fell silent, unable to answer. They didn’t even know who might come after them if they told their parents, too scared to find out the consequences.

“This all seems too sketchy,” Alvera continued, shaking her head. “Instead of getting involved with gangs for protection, you should have brought this to the police or your parents. They’re strong enough to decide how to handle it. If they can’t, they can always ask other trainers for help. There’s also my dad, who’s one phone call away from completely dismantling whatever operation they have going on here.”

“Do you really think your dad is strong enough to hunt down all the gangs in Alola?” Nohea asked in disbelief.

“One hundred percent sure,” Alvera replied proudly. “It’s literally what he does for a living, and he’s successful enough to pull it off in Kanto and Johto. I don’t even know what he does in the other regions, but we’re pretty rich, you know.”

“How many people would end up dead because of that?” Malia asked.

“A lot,” Alvera answered. “But it’s a better alternative than people living in fear of these gangs, who can do whatever they want by exploiting threats from higher-ups. Just look at you and your friends, you’re indistinguishable from the other gangs in the area because you act under their rules. You have to make these things clear and stop them at the source, unless you want to be suddenly forced to commit crimes.”

Alvera stood, detecting the incoming rush of goons led by the man she had headbutted.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and fix the trouble I’ve caused. Just sit tight, this shouldn’t take long,” Alvera said as she cracked her knuckles, a familiar sinister smile spreading across her face, the same one Alex usually makes.