Thread: Yet Another Pokemon Journey - (Maj.Mario x TriniMad)

Miss Mignonette, w-we really should be- We really should be headed off to Mauville City, up north through the mountains, down south to the water, anywhere else but here where you are so enticing right now. This was what Lancelot wanted to say, but despite his best efforts, he lost his voice. He was forgiven of course. Mignonette was simply so divine that whenever she dialed up the charm and became sensual with one of her partners, Lancelot could hardly look away. He stared at her form when it was freed to the elements and focused on the parts he admired the most her collarbone, thighs, hips, sultry smile and of course, her breasts. It felt sinful to look at her like this way, but if Lancelot's trainer was offering herself up to him like this, then it would be a sin not to participate. Damned if you do, damned if you don't and Lancelot was certainly damned to enjoy Mignonette's every word and feature. Upon her approach Lancelot readjusted his sitting position and allowed Mignonette to grab his hands only to place them upon her breasts. To keep her from lowering herself down to his crotch so soon, he decided it was up to him to convince her that he appreciated her advances despite his reservations. His palms, rough from fighting and labor, grasped the milky white skin of her breasts and began to rub and knead there. He kneaded her skin as if he was a baker, and occasionally his fingers would wind around a sharp nipple to tease and flick it. Out of all the other Pokemon, it was Lancelot who was the most sensual and the most caring, though Caesar was a close second. Once the gallant knight Pokemon had gotten his fill of Mignonette's wonderful breasts he allowed her to come down upon his twitching member. How he longed to have another kiss from her, one upon his lips now that she had kissed him upon the neck and upon the corner of his lips. His wish would be granted, somewhat, by Mignonette's warm and moist mouth closing around his stiff and pulsating member. At this the Gallade let loose a soft whimper of agonized delight. He was very, very appreciative of this and to show it he dragged his palms up through Mignonette's hair and to the back of her head. Her tongue was teasing him now, and if Mignonette needed any further evidence that she was arousing her second confidante, her tongue would come across the Gallade's precum as it dribbled out in wanton lust. Aah... Y-you're- Mhmm, if I may say so... Whenever you do this, I'm like putty in your hands, Miss Mignonette, Lancelot groaned. Asmodeus took the opportunity of Mignonette's spread legs in stride and came around to give her all the proper attention a Houndoom could give. His demonic tail wagged about in feverish desire as he sniffed at her bare slit. Oh yes, he could smell and sense her wetness without even needing to see it. Her sweet musk was like a potent, pleasing aroma that excited rather than calmed. For Asmodeus, he pushed his nose in close to those moist folds and got a good whiff before doing something rather strange for his kind. Instead of mounting the woman as usual, Asmodeus took a few more whiffs before unfurling his long, wet tongue and lapping it against Mignonette's silken folds. He had very little idea where he had learned how to do this. Maybe it was Lancelot who said something in passing, or perhaps it was Mignonette herself who taught Asmodeus how to perform it. Regardless, tasting the sweet nectar of Mignonette's folds was so exciting that Asmodeus could hardly contain himself. He wanted to mount her, but first, he wanted to make sure that Mignonette really was his . More and more did his tongue lap against her naked slit, all in the efforts of making this naked trainer beg for her 'mate's' cock. Asmodeus wanted to hear it at least his pants, which were punctuated by low growls, seemed to voice that desire.