>You heared them from the outside, fighting Lunala and trying to save your body from this slimy tight prison.
>Your clothes were disolved long time ago, you didn't remember how long it took her drool to do it, but the fragile fabrics covering you were reduced into nothing, much to your shame.
>You tried to move your legs, firmly stuck on the insides leading to her tail.
>But it was useless and manage to do crap besides making her innards trigger another delightful contraction on her internal slit and break your fragile inhibitions as you busted another fat load inside the terrible slit. She could finish you at any moment, thisustful creature was simple enjoying herself with your prolonged imprisonment...
>Making her stronger, augmenting her forces as she fed from your soul itself... you were weakened by this abuse, she was going to literally suckle your mind with this pace.
>And thus you had no other choice but to pray for your Pokémon to take down this monster.
>You didn't want to become her, you'd hate yourself forever if she...
>If she...
>The massage caught you by surprise. You moaned in shame and let her slit stimulate your whole length whilst you were forced to reward the Pokémon with a bit more of your seed and spirit.
>Lunala giggled and petted her own stomach, you could felt her ironic caress brushing your head through her walls and coating your face with more of her drool to drink.
>Disgusted and resigned to subsist on this, you did your best to suckle from the spot where her moisture was pooling. Revitalizing enough to mantain you fine and sound.
>Inside her.
>Trapped, with your member encased on that foul mating organ and your whole routine diminished to either sleeping or feel your orgasm tear your mind apart; you decided to find rest and hope to never wake up again.
