>>16189260While Sylveon was initially quite shy and wary of your masculine charms, she has clearly changed her tune.
Her feelers gently rub your stomach and they creep lower and lower. Your excitement builds and you have to try your hardest from letting it get the better of you. Though the sly look on Sylveon's face is making that increasingly difficult.
Deftly your pants, the last barrier between the two of you and bliss, are unbuttoned and removed. Those feelers are just as tactile and soft as you'd hoped they were. And just like that, they are upon you.
They stroke your manhood lovingly at first. Then more vigorously. You're quickly approaching your limits when suddenly Sylveon pulls your penis off and runs away with it. You spend the rest of you life trying to track down that same Sylveon. But you never reclaim your penis, and you die alone. Cursing Sylveon to your last breath.
