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I think iii would come up and kneel in front of me, stripping my pants off and pulling my thigh up over his shoulder, claiming he needs to inspect how much I'm growing, how sensitive I'm getting. Start touching me, playing with me gently, tugging and thumbing at the head and pulling back the hood, ducking down to lick at me, see if I taste any different than the last time. All to distract me from Ivy coming up and wiping down my thigh, squeezing my muscle in his hand and sticking me quick and dirty. iii holds me tight and firm so I don't squirm for Ivy, and once it's done, Ivy smooths a cute bandaid over it for me and joins iii on the floor to kiss it in apology for the deception. iii makes me cum on his tongue for his part of the apology and Ivy kisses my taste off his lips while they're both still between my thighs, letting me enjoy the view.

ii would've gotten me the week before, coming up behind me to lean me over the table or desk. He rucked my shirt up and pulled down my waistband, settling a firm hand at the arch of my spine so I knew he meant business and not to move until he told me. He used the other to swab the top of my ass clean, pinched my cheek in his grip and stabbed me neatly, cap of the needle between his teeth. He safetied the sharp and smoothed a cute bandaid over the spot he injected me, letting his fingers drift down the curve of my hip bone to my front and down my boxers, petting me in reward for staying so still and being good for him. His other hand came up to my throat to pull me back into him so he could kiss my temple and whisper praise in my ear while I shuddered in his arms.

Vess gets me the week after, completely unsubtle about it. He ties me up, makes sure the position my arms are in stays relaxed but binds me curled up around him otherwise. Maybe even puts himself inside me so he can feel me clench down on him in anticipation. He wants to watch the small fear in my face, the way I flinch and then relax into it, especially for him. He swabs my arm, feeling me tense up against my own will at the smell and he's chuckling even while he shushes me like a wild animal. He pinches my bicep, nails digging in just a little more than they really need to and inserts the needle slow so he can savor it. Watches me blink and then my pupils dilate, tells me to look at him, only him so he can catch all of it. He pushes the plunger, the T thick in the syringe, and his smile gets a little toothier when my muscle flexes under his palm involuntarily as the liquid infuses into my flesh. The plunger meets the syringe flush, and he's almost disappointed it's over already. He pulls it from my skin, wiping up the dot of blood that appears after, sorely tempted to taste it but knows that's not the best idea because of the T. Instead he slaps a bandaid over the spot and leans down to bite my collar bone, groaning into my neck when I whimper and clench around him once more. He can't resist thrusting up into me anymore after that and he makes sure that we both get a taste of the pleasure that I let him take from me.

iii alone would just get me high probably, get it done and then make whatever munchie cravings I'm having as a reward before taking advantage of my relaxed state.

and better

Elite Four Vessel!!

He's a dark type trainer and his ace is Darkrai because they look alike idk

Food: mango cheesecake

I have like fifty things I want to draw but sparkeater Perceptor absolutely will come around again. Detail and timelapse under the cut