>>27932393The sand around her feet began to stir and loosen, the sensation of small grains of sand passing through her delicate toes were not enough of a warning. The whispers that had drawn her to it had stopped, and now a low groaning sound came from inside the sandcastle. It was too late when she snapped out of it for she was already knee deep in sand, the Palossand's 'hands' and head now surrounding her in forming a circle around the quicksand. The more she struggled the looser the sand became, the swift but soft sinking of the sands were accompanied by an ominous yet almost sensual sound from the pokemon.
She tried calling for help but the words could not escape her mouth, a heavy sense of anxiety and nervousness, with a touch of embarrassment hung over her, no doubt the pressure was exerted by the Palossand.
As she sank halfway through, the grains of sand, animated by the pokemon began to slip under her outfit. The thousands of tiny individual grains began to travel across her skin, in between the swimsuit. At first it they all simply spread and marched all over her body, constantly in motion, very lightly pressing and kneading her well developed body. Then the grains concentrated on certain sensitive areas, her inner thighs, navel, armpits, and eventually of course her nipples and crotch. The grains congregated around her nipples, forming a ring around them and expanding and contracting, effectively squeezing them while also tickling her areola. A human's hand could not emulate the sensation, for each individual grain of sand had a much smaller surface area, applying its own pressure. A few grains of even prodded and entered her nipple's entrance, having a quick feel around before it exited to be replaced by another.
Her nether regions, of course were not spared. The clit was given the same treatment as the nipples, lightly pinched and pressured. The unusually smooth sand even stimulated her vulva, massaging and lightly patting and grinding against it.
