Amorous~

Blissfully Bewitched

The silence between you stretches on for a while, those cascading eyes drooping seductively as they peer into your blushing face. Eventually, mercifully, they drop from your gaze and roam about your body as Lyra inspects her quarry. Being so openly scrutinized has you instinctively curling up, hiding what little shame remains. The defensive motion earns a “Tch”, from the Elder.

“So bashful~”, she teases, fixing you with a coy expression. Despite the chastisement, the warmth in her voice sends a quiver though you. The hands protecting your bits tremble, their resolve to shield your fleeting pride on the verge of crumbling all together. Perceptive as you’d expect, Lyra seizes the moment and tenderly adds, “You needn't worry, my little Kale…” One of her hands easily eclipses your own as she speaks, grasping it with almost maternal compassion. “I promised you safety, did I not?”

You sheepishly meet her radiant stare, the remnants of your timid resistance all but shattered, and feel yourself go limp in her loving embrace. Lyras provocative grin and subsequent slow blink sets your beating heart ablaze with desire. Letting your free hand fall to the side, you give yourself over to her affections and watch breathlessly as its captured companion is lifted and sensually cupped into her right breast. With a single squeeze of the Milotics guiding hand, you feel her silky flesh yield and press between your probing fingers. The experience is unlike anything you’ve ever known, and without further prompting from your host, you begin to explore her bounty with mounting enthusiasm.

It would seem your efforts are having an effect on the older woman if her breathy exhales are anything to go by. Encouraged by her reaction, it’s not long before your other palm is filled by her unoccupied globe. Growing bolder, you move past the basics and let your hands roam across their surface. Aside from the slight tickle upon brushing over the now firm nipples, the massage earns the occasional moan from both parties. The foreplay continues for a time, so lost in the pleasure your endeavors are providing that you fail to recognize just how stiff you’ve become.

It has not gone unnoticed by the Chieftain, however, and she is happy to remind you with a playful tug on your exposed member. After a chuckle at your resultant gasp, Lyra proceeds to leisurely pump your length in her hand. It's not long before the pre oozing from your sensitive tip coats the rest of your penis with a slick glaze. “It would appear that someone’s ready for what comes next~”, her words are deliberate and brimming with intent as Lyra strokes the side of your face lovingly, that pleasant hum in your head reaching a fever pitch. It is abruptly disturbed, however, as that hand then forcefully shoves you back onto the bed.

Your daze subsides a bit as you flop roughly onto your back, looking to the Milotic and subsequently becoming snared by those scarlet eyes once more. “Unfortunately, little one…” Lyra raises one leg over the side of the bed, planting her right paw beside your hip. She continues her thought as she mounts the bed with her other leg. “... that bit of fun wasn’t enough for me.” Your question is answered before it’s asked as she continues to move up the sheets, a hand unfastening the clasp to her loincloth. Her final step comes down in line with the other, leaving your violently blushing face staring up between them as Lyra lets the fabric slip from her hand to flutter off somewhere. “You’re going to help me with that, kitten~”

Her descent is intentionally slow, allowing you a clear view of her mound as it spreads along with her legs. One moment, the air is crisp and plentiful and the next, an overwhelming aroma marks each cumbersome breath you manage to steal. The added pressure from the Amazonian Milotic sitting atop your chest, her maidenhood barely an inch from your lips, has the haze rapidly returning to your beleaguered mind. “Well..?” comes the mischievous prompting after you hesitate a bit too long. “I had hoped the next part obvious~”

Transfixed by the onslaught against three of your five senses, that suggestive comment immediately has your tongue slipping free and dragging a few licks across her flower. “Aa-haa…” You feel the great aquatic pokemon quiver at first contact, before softly cooing, “There’s a-ha.. good boy..” She scratches a few nails through the fur atop your head, her voice barely a whisper as she adds, “My boy..~”

The expected moans of approval begin to flow as your efforts quicken. Spurred on by her growing desire as well as your own, you crane your head forward, digging further into her warmth. The inner walls of her dampening pussy occasionally tighten around the diligent intruder and the thighs on either side of you flex, granting you an intimate understanding of how easily they could smother the life from you. These minor concerns are pushed from your thoughts as Lyra shifts forward without warning, heavily resting directly upon your now **** open maw. It would appear she will be setting the pace.

The Matron of Cove Crest now towering over you makes it hard to meet her gaze as she begins to rock her hips, wedging your muzzle and your tongue deep inside. “Almost there, Kale…” Her tone is husky and edged with unabashed lust. “Earn it, cat… Earn the right to claim it..!” That last command was punctuated with the rest of her weight pressing down into your mouth, firmly tying you to both the bed and your task. With your unattended erection throbbing beyond your reach, you **** yourself as far as you can, **** to satisfy the gatekeeper of your pleasure.

You hungrily lap at the now sopping folds as Lyra bounces above, her hands grasping at her bosom where you left off. You can barely see though your squinted eyelids, so fully eclipsed you are by the Milotics passion as she rides your juice smeared face. Just as you think she might use you to completion, denying your comparatively small pokehood in favor of a sloppy muzzle job, you thankfully feel her rocking subside. She perches for a moment to calm herself, dreamily peering down to the barely visible ears sticking out from beneath her. You feel her hand ruffle the soggy fur between said ears with a shaky chuckle, “You are enthusiastic, Kale…” You take your first full breath since the ride started as she slides back to straddle your heaving chest. “This is good.” She reaches back to find your cock still at full mast and gives it a few strokes. The much needed attention puts a pleasured grin on your messy face until you hear Lyras final statement.

“I hope you saved your energy, my little plaything~”

Moments later, the behemoth of a woman Has her freshly dripping pussy hovering over your quivering member. No more words are necessary as she balances herself with a hand clamped to your shoulder. With her folds parted by two fingers, she lowers her hips and allows your tip to kiss her femininity. Then, once she was certain of her aim, Lyra lets herself drop down upon you, taking everything in one mind-shattering motion. A hiss pushes past your clenched teeth, involuntary clenching your fingers at the Chieftains thighs as your eager penis is engulfed. Her wanton desire now on full display, Lyra throws all composure to the wind and quickly sets a staggering pace, bouncing wildly upon her new cat toy.

The smooth walls of the snatch drench your rod as they tighten each time Lyra pulls off you. Even with the added lubrication, the sweltering pressure forms something of a vise grip whenever the Milotic rises, locking your hips to hers for a painful, but thankfully rare few trips. Despite this, your brain is alight with carnal arousal. The growing soreness in your abused pelvis pales in comparison to Lyra’s molten hole and its attempts to milk you for everything you’re worth. With no sign of your massive partner slowing down, you know you’ve little chance at prolonging your affections.

You make this clear to her through half-coherent stammerings about nearing your peak. Whether she doesn’t understand or simply doesn’t care, your lover continues using you to reach her own heights. With rapturous pace the both of you are going, it’s not long before that familiar tingle begins to take hold. You try to scream that you’re past your point of no return, but the words are jumbled as a powerful climax claims priority. Your orgasmic shout is almost immediately joined and overshadowed by Milotic's own, likely prompted by the sensation of your burning seed painting her tunnel walls. Thick loads of your essence are pumped out of you by the unrelenting squeeze of the.. no.. ‘YOUR’ Chieftains ravenous depths.

Eventually, as with all things, your peak is crested and after a few more weak pulses, you are left gasping for air beneath Lyra as she finishes drowning your nethers in her own fluids. There was the initial worry that when her strength finally gave out that she would simply fall and crush you between those perfect breasts. Thankfully, however, she would have the care to flop beside you, pants and groans intermingling with your own. You both of you lay there, enjoying the afterglow in the mid morning breeze.

As your eyes begin to droop, thoughts of a nap in the arms of lovely Milotic are shaken away when Lyra breaks the silence. “Mmmmm… Oh Kale..” She reaches over to scratch at your chest, the sensation sends a jolt up your neck. “Surprisingly competent for one of your… stature..” Too tired to read deeply into the ‘compliment’ you instead rest a hand atop hers, giving it a little squeeze.

Lyra continues, a slight coyness to her tone. “Although… There is still one matter to address, kitten~” Curiously, you tilt your head to meet her eyes, instead being faced with those beautiful tail fins dancing between the two of you. You watch captivated as they glint their colorful spectrum all about the room, unwilling to lose their splendor for even a moment. Lyra playfully swishes her tail to and fro, enjoying how dutifully you follow her lead. “You love these little jewels, don’t you Kale?”

You nod without thinking, eyes never coming away from the object of your attention. That melodic voice echoes in your head as Lyra speaks. “I’m glad. I take great care to keep every part of my figure as radiant as can be. Speaking of which…” Suddenly, those mesmerizing sun drops are jerked away and behind the Milotic as she sits up. With nothing keeping your gaze, you naturally return your stare to Lyra who now reclines easily against the bed's headboard. Once she’s captured your focus, she continues. “A gentleman would clean up his mess…” As she teases, her legs spread yet again, revealing your recent contribution. “You ARE a gentleman, are you not, Kale?”

You move as though your body hadn’t just been pressed to its limits mere moments before, the thought of disappointing such a perfect creature demanding you make it right. With no hesitation, you prostrate yourself between her thighs and joyfully lap as the slickened entrance. “So obedient~” The praise sets a fire in your heart, commanding you to find and remove every last bit of your seed. when you believe her mound to be free of anything but your saliva, you look up joyfully toward your mistress, that you might hear those kind words again.

“A commendable effort, Kale…” Her songlike voice takes a more dominant turn with mention of your name. “However, I believe I still feel some of your essence lingering about…” A devilish gleam appears in her deep red eyes as she finishes.

“Inside.”

The shame washes over you in an instant, so foolish were you to forget the most sacred of areas. Again, wordlessly and without a single worry or doubt to cloud your mind, you eagerly return to your task and begin to push your muzzle between her folds…

Lyra laid comfortably upon her sheets. One palm lazily massages at the adorable lump in her abdomen provided by her most recent sexual partner. She couldn’t remember the last time she had invited another to their eternal slumber within her womb. She had little doubt, however, that she would ever forget the little Sneasel that so thoroughly satisfied her more craven desires. He had come to her in search of answers, something about curing the incurable illness that ravaged the land. A silly, if symbolically noble goal, to be sure.

All things considered, though, the boy was a welcome distraction from the misery of the world. The devotion to his lot, selflessly offering everything in search of his spent load, had the added effect of stoking the flames of Lyra’s passion for a second time. She would use his endeavors to wring out another blissful climax, watching lustfully as his exposed hindpaws pushed against the sheets to propel him toward his new home. It was only after the last bit of his legs slipped through her cervix that her high began to fade, the stress of the whole ordeal taking its toll on her aged body. The Milotic would gaze lovingly at the pudge and whisper her final farewell to the misguided feline. “It was an experience I shall carry with me always, My little Kale~” She then laid back and shut her weary eyes. The old Matron had yet to deal with the unfortunate incident that cost her dearest Jona. And there was the way that Arro had put his personal feelings before the safety of the village that didn’t sit right with her…

But those unpleasant things could wait the length of a quick nap.

These moments belonged to her and Kale alone.