>exhaling, chuckling in a soft mania, Christine snakes her hand beneath the waistband of Oda’s
>”Hmm.. No panties?” she coos, looking down at the tiny girl beneath her
>eyes now rolling in the back of her head, moaning from the touch into the very non-acoustic tit near-suffocating her
>”Have you always been without underwear?” the human teases, “ Since that day, you’ve practically been BEGGING for me, haven’t you?”
>another weak moan, a timid nod
>quickly parting Oda’s folds, Christina strikes the feline’s clit quickly
>muffled scream
>Christine pinches it, tightening her grip progressively
>”Suck, you little slut,” she spits
>Oda obliges, albeit trepidatiously
>one suckle, two suckles, three suckl—
>the Meowstic yelps as a torrent of breast milk fills her mouth
>”Ohhh, God,” Christine moans, low and huskily, “It’s been s-so long… fuck.”
>she declines her hand within her lover, leaving the now engorged sex button unattended
>”Such a good girl,” Christine purrs breathily
>almost mindlessly, Oda remains pinned to the bed, suckling like an emaciated kitten, hungrily beckoning the nourishing liquid into her
>abruptly, Christine pulls the nipple from the feaster’s lips
>a pitiful sight, Oda, breathing heavily, mouth open, filled with the lascivious cream of her Mistress
>breathing un-staunched, the Pokemon swallows her remaining mouthful and gasps for air
>chest heaving, moans escaping with each exhale, Oda’s eyes search her field of vision
>Christine removes her hand from Oda’s crotch and slides them up over her stomach
>”You drank a lot, Oda,” she teases, running her fingers over the taut, near-full belly before her
>”I-It w-was,” Oda breathes, “i-intoxicating, Mistress… You never told me… about your… deliciousness… about your… deviant sexual tastes… Ah..”
