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Re: The Weight of Power (TentanariX)
If Lan had been talking to an actual Youma, there was no way her words would have worked. The creature would have taken her however it wanted, but she wasn't. Despite its attitude, the Lucario was not a youma, it was just being manipulated by one, and so in the face of Lan's outburst, it stopped.
Its erection didn't go down at all, but instead of slipping it into her, the Lucario licked her face. It wasn't a perverted lick, most like a dog would give to someone. It was likely its attempt to communicate in a way she might be able to understand.
The next time it licked her though it wasn't entirely free of perversion. The pokemon following along the tracks her tears had been falling along. Going up to her cheekbone before pulling back and licking the other side. Then it hugged her to its fuzzy chest, making sure to avoid the spike. Though if Lan felt it, the thing seemed surprisingly giving, and unlikely to hurt her. It looked like it was atleast going to let her calm down before moving further with her.
Still though the pokemon's grip was soft but firm, and well it seemed intent on atleast making her first time reasonably good, it was still obvious it wasn't going to let her go. Judging by the feel of its shaft still pressing against her backside, and from when she had been getting carried over here, its normal if heavy looking sack, the pokemon had been unable to fulfill a rather important need for some time before she had arrived, and it wasn't about to let a chance go well it had it.
If Lan had been talking to an actual Youma, there was no way her words would have worked. The creature would have taken her however it wanted, but she wasn't. Despite its attitude, the Lucario was not a youma, it was just being manipulated by one, and so in the face of Lan's outburst, it stopped.
Its erection didn't go down at all, but instead of slipping it into her, the Lucario licked her face. It wasn't a perverted lick, most like a dog would give to someone. It was likely its attempt to communicate in a way she might be able to understand.
The next time it licked her though it wasn't entirely free of perversion. The pokemon following along the tracks her tears had been falling along. Going up to her cheekbone before pulling back and licking the other side. Then it hugged her to its fuzzy chest, making sure to avoid the spike. Though if Lan felt it, the thing seemed surprisingly giving, and unlikely to hurt her. It looked like it was atleast going to let her calm down before moving further with her.
Still though the pokemon's grip was soft but firm, and well it seemed intent on atleast making her first time reasonably good, it was still obvious it wasn't going to let her go. Judging by the feel of its shaft still pressing against her backside, and from when she had been getting carried over here, its normal if heavy looking sack, the pokemon had been unable to fulfill a rather important need for some time before she had arrived, and it wasn't about to let a chance go well it had it.