Misty was completely NAKED, her tanned body pressed firmly against the rough bark of a thick tree.
Only the thin black choker remained around her neck, the small orange tag glinting in the sunlight: "MISTY"
It was important, after all, it had cost him 30 points in the system shop, but it was worth it.
The choker could TRACK the exact location of each of his women, no matter where they went.
He'd already put the same ones on Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy, the tags marked with their names so he'd never lose what belonged to him.
Currently, Misty hung SUSPENDED in the quiet forest clearing, her tanned body held up by thick RED ropes.
The ropes looped tight around her wrists and were thrown over a low branch above her head, pulling her arms high.
More ropes wrapped around her upper chest, circling just above and below her small, almost flat breasts, framing the pale untanned skin of her chest where her bikini top used to cover.
The ropes then continued down to her slim waist, looping tight before running behind the tree trunk to keep her body steady and balanced in the air...
There was a small GAP between her back and the rough bark, she wasn't pressed against it, just hanging forward in the air.
Her legs were bent up toward her back, knees spread WIDE.
Separate ropes tied each ankle and looped over the same branch, folding her body.
Everything between her legs stayed fully OPEN and EXPOSED to the cool forest air.
Her small breasts rose and fell fast with nervous breaths, nipples HARD and red from the cold air and fear.
Her tanned skin glistened with fresh SWEAT, beads rolling down her collarbones and soft belly. Her orange hair stuck damp to her forehead and neck.
The pale white triangle over her orange HAIRY pussy stood out against her tanned skin, a neat patch of soft orange curls right above her slit.
Her pink labia trembled and shook with every sob, folds WET and shining in the dim light, a thin string of arousal dripping slowly.
A soft Poké Ball-shaped gag filled her mouth (the same one he had used on Misty in the past), its smooth red-and-white surface pressing gently against her red lips.
Saliva pooled at the corners of her stretched mouth, shiny trails running down her chin.
It was strapped snugly behind her head, the black band blending with her choker, turning her scared whimpers into quiet, muffled "MMPH" sounds that barely carried through the forest.
Ash stood back and looked at her. The RED ropes against her tanned skin, the way her body folded and swayed a little... it was PERFECT.
Her tanned skin glistened with sweat.
The pale white triangle over her hairy orange pussy stood out sharply against her tanned skin, a neat patch of soft orange curls right above her slit.
Looking at the TREMBLING, crying Misty hanging there, Ash remembered the moment clearly.
"I'm sorry, Misty," he had whispered, voice low and genuinely regretful, as he pushed the Poké Ball-shaped gag into her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head.
She had been crying and screaming too much, loud enough to carry through the trees even with his ability active. He'd had no choice.
He HATED this part most, seeing his women cry, seeing them suffer like this. It twisted something in his chest every time.
But a MISSION was a MISSION. There was no backing out now.
He had to complete it... for her sake as much as the reward. One day she'd thank him when the fear was gone forever.
...
Daisy stood there for a moment, her pale eyes fixed on Misty hanging helplessly in the ropes.
Misty's body TREMBLED hard, small muffled whimpers leaking around the Poke Ball gag, tears still wet on her cheeks.
Daisy bit her red lip. She had seen the glowing blue mission screen too.
She remembered how loud Misty had screamed and cried while they tied her up, begging, thrashing, voice cracking with pure terror of bugs.
It had made Daisy's chest hurt to watch. She really felt BAD for her...
But Ash had already made his decision, and Daisy would OBEY any of his decisions without question.
She understood how IMPORTANT it was to complete the mission.
So even though her heart ached seeing Misty cry and shake like that, Daisy pushed the feeling down, gave Ash her usual bright smile.
...
Ash noticed her staring and gave a small, gentle smile.
"Let's go, Daisy... we need to catch some Pokémon."
Daisy blinked, pushing the worry deep down inside. She nodded quickly, forcing a happy smile onto her face.
"Sure..."
She took one last glance at Misty, still hanging there, body trembling, muffled whimpers leaking from the gag, and then turned to follow Ash deeper into the forest, her heels clicking softly on the path as they left the clearing behind.
....
Misty's mind raced with TERROR, worry, SHAME, and embarrassment.
They left me here... NAKED... tied up like this...
Her eyes darted around the quiet clearing, heart pounding.
What if someone comes? What if a trainer walks by and sees me hanging here, spread open, dripping like some pervert's fantasy?
She glanced down at her exposed body in horror.
What if something big comes? A huge Beedrill... or worse...
Her body trembled harder in the ropes, small sobs muffled behind the gag.
Fresh tears kept rolling down her burning red cheeks as she twisted uselessly, arms stretched high, legs folded and wide.
Between her thighs, her hairy orange pussy DRIPPED steadily, warm trails sliding down her inner legs.
It was part fear, part unwanted AROUSAL from being so helpless and exposed.
The wetness only made the shame worse.
Why is my body doing this? Stop... please stop...
She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, scanning the trees in panic, praying no one, and no BUG,
would find her like this.
....
About an hour later, Ash came back into the clearing, several Poké Balls in his hand.
He stopped and looked at Misty first.
She was still hanging there in the ropes, body trembling, face flushed dark red with shame.
Her eyes were puffy from crying, and a small puddie of clear yellow pee glistened on the ground beneath her.
It had happened while she was alone,
fear and embarrassment had been too much, and her body had let go without warning.
Ash didn't mind it at all. Peeing was a normal thing when someone was this scared and helpless.
Deep down, he even thought it would have looked beautiful if she'd done it right in front of him, warm streams running down her tanned thighs from this perfect angle.
He sighed softly at the missed sight,
then stepped closer.
"Look what I brought, Misty."
He held up the Poké Balls and released the Pokémon inside them one by one..
As he opened all the Poké Balls, several cute female Caterpie appeared on the grass.
Thanks to his gender-checking ability, every single one was female,
...no males at all.
Ash definitely didn't like the idea of any male touching his women, human or Pokémon.
Misty's eyes widened in fresh, pure terror the moment she saw them.
Muffled, panicked "MMPH! MMPH!" sounds burst from behind the Poke Ball gag as she shook her head desperately side to side, fresh tears spilling down her flushed cheeks.
Thin, soft tentacle-like extensions unfurled inside her mouth, like multiple small, slick tongues that licked and pressed against her tongue, the roof of her mouth, even sliding deep toward her throat.
They blocked most sounds and air when she cried hard, the bulge sometimes visible moving under the skin of her slim neck.
Right now, her frantic muffled screams made her choke out wet, gurgling whimpers.
Her bound body jerked hard in the ropes, thighs trying to clamp together even though the position kept her spread wide.
A few warm droplets of pee escaped again, trickling down her trembling inner thighs from the sheer fear.
Ash stepped close, gently cupping her tear-streaked cheek with one hand.
"Don't worry, Misty," he said softly, thumb brushing away a tear. "You'll feel how bugs can actually make you really, really happy."
Inside her mind, Misty screamed:
'Nooo! Ash, please don't do this! You promised you'd treat me nicely! Don't let them touch me...please!'
But Ash couldn't hear her thoughts. He just gave her a reassuring smile and turned back to his work.
Soon he took out a small glass jar of golden honey, the special kind he always carried for pancakes when his mom made them.
The moment he twisted off the cap, the sweet, thick scent spread through the air. The Caterpie perked up instantly, wiggling faster toward him. They loved the smell.
Ash handed a second jar to Daisy. "Help me spread it."
Daisy nodded eagerly and took the jar from his hand.
She circled around Misty's body, eyes tracing the red ropes and the way Misty's tanned back arched slightly in the horizontal position before opening the jar with a small, eager smile, glancing at the honey inside.
A soft flush colored her cheeks as she wondered how it would feel on her own skin one day, sticky, warm, helpless...
...
Ash stared at Misty's smooth neck for a moment, watching fine beads of nervous sweat glisten there.
He brought his jar close, tilting it carefully so a thick, warm stream of golden honey poured down the back of her body.
The honey first touched the back of her neck, just below her damp orange hair, and began its slow journey down the line of her spine as Ash guided the jar with a steady hand.
Misty shivered violently as the warm honey ran slowly down her skin. A muffled "mmph!" leaked from behind the gag as she realized exactly what he was planning.
Tears kept rolling down her cheeks as she imagined her fate....
Ash poured steadily, letting the thick stream run the full length of her spine,
from the base of her neck to where her lower back curved into her raised, soft, squishy little spread ass.
When the stream reached her ass, he shifted the jar a little.
The warm honey spilled generously over the round swell of her butt cheeks, running slowly into the deep cleft between them.
Thick drops gathered around her hairy orange pussy before falling to the grass below.
Meanwhile, Daisy rubbed honey onto Misty's feet, bound legs and hands,
starting at the toes, spreading the sticky warmth between them and up her soles, then massaging it into her calves and thighs with slow strokes.
For the hands, she coated Misty's stretched fingers and palms from below, rubbing gently until everything was covered.
Misty felt every second of it like fire on her skin. The warm, honey sliding down her back made her shiver hard, her body jerking in the ropes as shame and fear crashed over her.
When it reached her ass and pussy, she wanted to scream, the sticky sweetness coating her most private places, knowing the bugs would follow it there.
Daisy's hands on her feet and legs felt too gentle, too caring, and it only made the humiliation worse.
Every rub, every slide of sticky fingers between her toes or along her thighs, sent unwanted tingles up her body.
Tears keep pouring down her cheeks, her muffled cries growing desperate behind the gag.
She felt like nothing more than bait,
honey-covered, helpless, waiting for the Caterpie to come and lick it all off her trembling skin....
Ash's jar vanished.
His hands trembled slightly with excitement as he pressed his palms flat against Misty's lower back, the sticky honey warm under his skin.
He began rubbing it in just like those beach scenes: slow, broad circles across her shoulders and upper back, thumbs pressing deep along her spine to spread the thick golden layer evenly, the sticky warmth sinking into her tanned skin.
His hands moved lower, kneading the soft curves of her sides and ribs.
Then he reached under her body to rub her smooth armpits and small breasts, palms cupping the tiny mounds gently, circling the pale untanned skin.
His fingers rolled her hard pink nipples slowly, pinching and tugging until they throbbed sticky and gold under the thick honey.
He traced down her tanned, sexy belly, thumb dipping deep into her navel with slow circles that made her stomach flutter against her will..
Next his hands went to her spread ass, squeezing and rubbing the soft cheeks firmly.
His thumbs pressed into the cleft, spreading the honey over every inch. Without pausing, he pushed two honey-coated fingers deep into her tight ass, twisting slowly to coat inside.
Misty gasped hard around the gag, a choked cry escaping as the tentacle-tongues surged.
Her body jerked from the shock and shame.
His fingers moved to her hairy orange pussy next, rubbing the soft curls first, then parting her pink labia to spread honey over every fold.
He circled her clit lightly before pushing deep inside again, making sure everything was slick and golden.
Misty trembled the whole time, tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
The warm, sticky touches sent unwanted tingles through her body. Shame burned hottest when his fingers were deep in her ass and pussy, the sweet scent reminding her this was all for the bugs....
Finally, Ash and Daisy stepped back a little to look at their work.
The honey shone on Misty's hanging body, golden lines catching the soft forest light. Her tanned skin looked sticky and bright like a pancake covered in thick honey.
Misty hung there, trembling hard. Her big eyes moved fast between Ash and Daisy.
Soft, scared pleas came from behind the gag as she knew something bad was about to happen.
Ash smiled softly at the terrified Misty hanging there.
"Don't worry, Misty," he said gently, picking up the first Caterpie in his palm. "You'll feel good. I'm 100% sure."
He looked at the little green Pokémon and added, "Make sure you're gentle, okay?"
The Caterpie tilted its head and nodded cutely, big eyes blinking slowly. It didn't really understand Ash's words, but the gentle tone and the sweet honey smell made it happy.
The other Caterpie on the grass wiggled excitedly. They smelled the thick honey all over Misty and felt the warmth of her skin.
None of them knew why the orange-haired human was tied up and shaking. To them, humans were strange anyway, sometimes they put honey on trees for wild Pokémon to find, sometimes they carried sweets in bags.
Maybe this was just another funny human way of sharing a treat.
The tied-up human looked scared, but the honey was there, and the nice boy had said "gentle," so they would be gentle.
They didn't think more than that. Honey was honey. Time to eat.
Then, one by one, Ash and Daisy gently placed the Caterpies on her body, picking different spots so they covered her completely.
The first one, from Ash, went on the center of her back, right where the honey had pooled in the small dip of her spine.
It wiggled happily as soon as it touched her warm skin, its tiny round yellow feet pressing lightly against her flesh with a soft, sticky tug, like gentle little kisses as it began to crawl.
Misty's eyes bulged in HORROR, her body arching as much as the ropes allowed, a choked MMPH exploding from the gag.
NO... GET IT OFF... IT'S ON ME... CRAWLING...
Tears streamed down her cheeks, her face twisted in pure DISGUST and FEAR, the hated pressure of its small body pressing into her back like a living NIGHTMARE she couldn't shake off.
Daisy placed the next one on Misty's left thigh, high up near the crease where it met her ass.
The Caterpie perked up right away at the sweet honey smell. Its green body wriggled happily as it started crawling upward, tiny round feet gripping her soft, tanned skin with gentle tugs.
Misty shook violently, her legs trying to kick against the ropes. The feeling of its dragging slowly across her thigh sent waves of disgust through her, cold, alien, WRONG.
Her muffled cries grew louder, body twisting in panic as the hated little creature moved higher.
Soon they placed more Caterpie's in different places all over her body.
Misty shook and cried harder with every new placement, her muffled screams filling the air as the little green bodies began to wiggle and crawl across her honey-covered skin.
The Caterpie crawled happily across her body, spaced out enough to move freely in different directions.
One climbed up her back toward her neck, nibbling the honey with gentle licks, its tongue flicking like a tiny brush.
Another stayed in her armpit, lapping wetly with saliva-dripping strokes.
One circled her small breast, tongue rolling over the nipple in slow, rough licks, leaving a slimy trail.
One stayed in her belly button, probing deep with swirling motions.
One crawled between her fingers on her hand, tiny feet tugging lightly.
One moved up her thigh, heading inward with wet slurps.
One nibbled the curve of her ass, like eating a leaf.
The last one stayed on her pussy, tongue lapping her folds and clit in endless soft circles, saliva mixing with her growing wetness.
Misty trembled harder with every movement, her muffled cries constant as the little Caterpie explored her sticky skin.
At first, Misty was screaming in her mind. The hated pressure of their tiny feet pressing and sticking, the disgusting slimy tongues licking her skin like wet worms, the nibbling feeling like tiny bites, it all made her feel scared and repulsed.
Her body shook violently, tears flowing endlessly, face twisted in HORROR and DISGUST.
BUGS... ON ME... LICKING... GET THEM OFF... IT'S GROSS, SCARY, I HATE IT...
But as they continued, the constant soft licks on her sensitive spots changed everything.
The rough little tongue on her nipple sent electric tingles through her chest.
The swirling one in her navel made her belly flutter.
The lapping on her labia built a warm pressure deep inside.
Her pussy grew wetter on its own. Drops of her arousal mixed with the honey and Caterpie saliva, dripping faster to the ground below.
Pleasure crept in slowly, uninvited, like a traitor in the middle of her fear.
Her folds throbbed and clenched. Her hips twitched without her wanting them to.
Misty's muffled cries turned softer, mixed with confused moans, her body fighting the growing heat even as the disgust and terror stayed strong.
She felt all mixed up inside.
She was still scared to death of the bugs crawling and licking her, the slimy saliva and tiny nibbles making her skin crawl with disgust.
But the pleasure kept building in her core anyway.
Electric sparks shot from her sensitive places, her nipples, her navel, her pussy, making everything hotter.
Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, the drops falling faster to the ground.
The gag's tentacles kept licking her tongue and throat, adding tiny electric shocks inside her mouth that made her drool even more.
It was a mess of feelings, TERROR, REVULSION, and unwanted ECSTASY all at once.
She sobbed hard, but muffled moans slipped out too, her body shaking between fear and the growing heat she couldn't stop.
Ash watched Misty hanging there, trembling, the Caterpie crawling slowly across her skin, their tiny tongues lapping at every sticky trail.
The sight of her helpless body, spread wide, glistening, the bugs licking her most sensitive places, sent a hot rush through him.
His cock hardened fast, straining against his pants, throbbing hard at the view
Daisy noticed right away. She pressed close against his side, her pale hand sliding down his stomach as she looked up at him with a hungry smile.
"Ash..." she whispered, voice low and excited. "How about we have some fun too... while Misty's busy with them?"
Ash nodded without looking away from Misty, his breath already heavier.
The scene in front of him was too intense, he didn't want to miss a second of it. It only made him harder.
Daisy dropped to her knees in the grass, tugging his pants down in one quick motion.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, tip already leaking. She licked her lips slowly, eyes shining with excitement, thinking, he's all mine right now...
The Caterpie kept licking Misty's body without stopping, their tiny red tongues moving in steady, gentle rhythms.
The one on her nipple circled slowly. Its slightly rough tongue dragged wetly over the hard pink tip in long, slurping strokes.
Cool saliva dripped down the curve of her small breast, making the sensitive skin tighten and throb with every pass.
Her chest rose faster in helpless gasps.
The one in her navel probed deeper.
Tongue twisted inside the tight dip with warm, bubbling licks.
Saliva pooled and spilled over the edges, sending little shivers across her belly as her abs clenched tight, fluttering uncontrollably.
The one on her pussy never slowed.
It lapped endless soft loops around her swollen clit and pink labia with quiet shlick-shlick sounds.
The slick tongue slid between her inner lips with gentle pressure.
Thick saliva mixed with her own growing wetness, coating everything in a warm, slippery sheen.
Every stroke made her folds twitch and pulse, hot sparks shooting deep into her core until her thighs shook harder.
Misty felt the pleasure taking over, no matter how much she hated it.
Goosebumps prickled across her tanned skin.
Breaths came in short, ragged gasps as the gentle licks pushed her closer and closer.
Electric tingles raced from her throbbing nipples down her belly.
Warm pressure swelled in her pussy until it ached with need.
Her hips jerked in small, helpless twitches within the ropes.
Muffled cries softened into confused, unwilling mmph-mmmph moans as the disgust slowly melted under the rising heat she couldn't stop.
Ash kept his eyes fixed on Misty, watching her body tense and tremble under the Caterpie's gentle licks.
Every time her small breasts heaved or her hips jerked in the ropes, his cock throbbed harder inside Daisy's mouth, a low "nngh" rumbling from his throat.
Daisy felt the twitch immediately.
She smiled around his shaft, green eyes flicking up at him as she licked slowly from base to tip, tongue flat and warm, leaving shiny trails of clear saliva that caught the light with soft shlick sounds.
The pulse in his cock told her exactly how much Misty's muffled moans were turning him on, and even if a tiny sting of jealousy pricked her chest, she used it to drive him wild.
She kissed the leaking head tenderly, lips wrapping around it with a wet pop, sucking gently before sliding down inch by inch, her mouth stretching wide as she took him deep.
Ash's hand tangled tighter in her silky blonde hair, fingers gripping as he guided her rhythm without looking down.
The warm, tight suction felt perfect, her tongue pressing just right along the underside with wet schlurp sounds.
Her pale hands cupped his heavy balls, rolling and massaging them lightly, sending sparks up his spine.
Every muffled "mmph" from Misty made his cock twitch deeper in Daisy's throat, drawing a rough "Uhhhh" sound from him.
Then back to her mouth, lips stretching wider, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed faster, saliva dripping in long strings down her chin with loud gluck-gluck gags when she took him deep.
He tastes so good, so thick and hot, Daisy thought, eyes half-closed in bliss.
All because of Misty writhing over there, but right now he's throbbing for me. I'm the one making him groan.
Misty couldn't hold back anymore.
The pleasure crashed over her like a wave, the constant shlick-shlick licks on her clit and folds, the rough tongue on her nipple with soft slurp sounds, the swirling in her navel, all hitting at once.
Her body tensed hard in the ropes, thighs shaking wildly, pussy clenching tight.
A long, muffled cry tore from the gag, "MMMMM..."
The tentacle-tongues surged deeper, licking her throat and tongue frantically, making drool pour from her swollen lips in thick strings.
Her hips bucked hard, pussy pulsing in strong, rhythmic waves.
Clear arousal gushed out in hot spurts with soft squish sounds, mixing with honey and saliva, dripping fast to the ground below.
The Caterpie nearest her pussy didn't pause at all. It simply dipped its head lower, tiny tongue lapping eagerly at the fresh, warm mixture as it flowed down her folds.
The sweet honey blended perfectly with her slick arousal and their own saliva, making the treat even richer.
The little green Pokémon wiggled happily, slurping the combined wetness with the same gentle, steady strokes, tongue sliding through the sticky mess without a single hesitation, as if this new flavor was just another delicious part of the honey feast.
Through tear-blurred eyes she watched Ash and Daisy, Daisy's head bobbing eagerly with loud gluck-gluck gags, Ash's hand tight in her hair, his face tense with raw pleasure.
The sight pushed her climax even harder, shame burning as her body shook in unwanted, shattering ecstasy.
Ash saw it all, Misty arching, her pussy clenching and squirting with wet splurt sounds, her muffled scream of release, and he lost control.
His hands tightened in Daisy's blonde hair.
He thrust his hips forward, pushing deep into her warm, welcoming mouth with a rough "ungh."
With a low, guttural groan, "Daisy...", he came hard, thick, hot ropes flooding her throat, filling her mouth fast and overflowing with salty pulses.
Daisy swallowed eagerly with loud gulp-gulp sounds, her pale neck working visibly under the thin black choker.
Each swallow made the smooth column of her throat bob rhythmically, the delicate skin stretching slightly as the thick load slid down.
Her green eyes stayed locked on his, shining with satisfaction, a small bulge briefly visible under the soft flesh of her neck as she took every drop like her favorite treat, some spilling from her swollen lips down her chin onto her pale, heaving breasts in sticky white trails.
When it was over, Ash looked down at Daisy.
Both of them were breathing hard..
Ash's chest rose and fell in deep, ragged pulls, the rush of release still buzzing through him, his heart pounding against his ribs as sweat beaded on his forehead.
Her face was flushed deep pink, lips shiny and swollen with saliva and cum, eyes bright with satisfaction, a happy, smile on her lips.
Seeing him looking down at her like that, Daisy leaned back slowly onto the cool grass.
Her legs spread wide, knees bent high and pulled toward her chest, thighs open completely.
Her pale, slick pussy glistened in the dappled light, the soft pink labia already swollen and parted slightly, shining with her own arousal.
Ash couldn't hold back.
He threw his pants fully away, the fabric landing somewhere in the grass.
His cock stood hard and thick, still wet and shiny with Daisy's saliva, the head flushed dark red and leaking.
He knelt between her legs, hands sliding under her soft ass to lift her hips higher, tilting her pelvis so her pussy opened even more for him.
He lined up and started pushing inside her in one deep, smooth thrust.
The slick head parted her soft pink labia easily, spreading them wide as his saliva-coated shaft slid in inch by inch, filling her completely with a wet, tight heat.
The slave mark on her lower belly, just above her pubic bone, began to glow faintly, a soft pink light pulsing under her pale skin as his cock went in.
Daisy's eyes widened, then fluttered half-closed in bliss, green irises shining as the slave mark glowed brighter.
The moment he bottomed out, the mark flared, pleasure doubling instantly, rushing through her body like fire.
"Ahhh... Ash... yes...!" she moaned loud, back arching sharply off the grass, toes curling as her walls clenched hard around him.
He started fucking her hard and steady, hips snapping forward in strong, deep strokes, the wet slap-slap of skin on skin echoing through the forest.
Each thrust made her pale breasts bounce, her long blonde hair spread out on the grass like a golden halo.
Her gasps and moans filled the air, "Ash... harder... please..." mixed with the soft, distant licking sounds from Misty's trembling body.
Misty watched through tear-blurred eyes, still hanging in the ropes, the Caterpie licking without pause.
Her body was spent from her own climax, pussy still twitching, but seeing Ash fuck Daisy so hard, so close, so intense, stirred something new.
Jealousy burned hot in her chest, mixing with the lingering pleasure.
She wanted it too.
Wanted him inside her, filling her, making her feel that way.
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, not just from disgust or fear anymore, but from aching need.
Muffled whimpers leaked from the gag, softer now, almost pleading, as she watched Ash's hips drive into Daisy again and again, wishing it was her...
After some hours, Misty had climaxed almost ten times.
Her body was trembling with aftershocks, pussy still twitching and dripping a mix of saliva, and her own clear arousal.
The Caterpie had finished their "treat," bellies full, crawling lazily off her skin one by one. Her muffled breathing was heavy, eyes half-closed in exhausted confusion.
Ash recalled Misty back into her Slave Ball with a soft pink flash, letting her rest.
Just to be safe, in case she had suffered any physical trauma, he transferred the ball into the healing pod.
Any lingering honey, saliva, sweat, or marks on her body would be cleaned and healed instantly, her skin would become smooth and fresh again.
Ash had to admit, It was actually a pretty good ability from the system. No one even needed to clean themselves afterward, the pod handled everything perfectly.
Daisy was just as tired.
We'd gone five hard rounds, Daisy's pale body slick with sweat and cum, thighs shaking as she lay beneath him, chest heaving.
She moaned softly with every breath, "Ash... I can't... anymore..." Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, green eyes glazed with exhaustion and lingering pleasure.
Ash knelt down beside her, brushing a strand of damp blonde hair from her flushed face.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently.
With a quiet "Good girl," he raised her Slave Ball and recalled her in a flash.
The clearing went quiet again, only the distant rustle of leaves and the faint buzz of insects remaining.
Ash stood alone for a moment, catching his breath in the quiet clearing, the forest air cool against his skin.
He summoned Delia next.
She appeared in a warm flash of light, her familiar figure materializing in front of him.
Mom looked just as she always did: long flowing brown hair, warm brown eyes, soft and caring smile.
She wore nothing other than the thin black choker around her neck, the small tag glinting softly against her bare skin.
Ash pulled a set of clothes from his bag and handed them to her without a word.
Delia took them with a warm, trusting smile, not even asking what they were or why they looked so revealing.
They were from her dear boy, how could she refuse anything he chose for her?
She slipped into them quickly, right there in the forest clearing.
The outfit was soft pink with white accents: a classic apron-style top, tied in a neat bow at the back, the front panel hugging her full, mature breasts gently while leaving her shoulders and arms bare.
The fabric was thin and stretchy, cradling her curves with a loving, motherly fit, yet short enough to show a teasing glimpse of underboob when she moved.
Below, a matching short skirt sat low on her gentle hips, flaring out just enough to sway softly with each
step, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs and giving a playful, inviting look without losing that comforting warmth.
It was undeniably sexy, showing off the soft swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her waist and hips, but it still carried that familiar, nurturing feel, like her usual apron and dress, only bolder, more intimate.
The material clung to her in all the right places, accentuating the body that had carried and cared for him, yet making her look desirable, completely his.
Delia smoothed the apron top down over her chest, the bow at her back pulling it snug. She gave a little twirl, skirt fluttering, and looked at Ash with that same gentle smile.
"Thank you, sweetheart," she said softly, voice warm and full of affection. "Mommy loves it."
Ash wore his normal clothes, jacket open and pants pushed down just enough to keep his hard cock out.
Delia pressed close to him immediately in understanding, arms wrapping around his neck in a loving embrace.
Ash's mouth latched onto one of her large, round breasts, tugging the soft pink apron down just enough to expose the full, pale mound and its stiff pink nipple.
Warm, sweet milk flowed down his throat as he suckled greedily, creamy and rich like vanilla, filling him with energy and calm.
Delia moaned softly with every pull, "Ahh~... Ash... my sweet boy...", her voice gentle and loving, fingers cradling the back of his head as her body trembled lightly against his.
The milk energized him, and he couldn't wait any longer.
Ash slid one arm under her thighs, the other around her waist, lifting her easily against him.
Delia gasped in surprise, then wrapped her long smooth legs around his back, ankles locking behind him, her short skirt riding up completely.
He guided his hard cock to her entrance.
The flushed head parted her warm, slick folds, spreading the soft pink labia wide as he pressed forward.
With one smooth push, he slid deep inside her, the tight, wet heat of her pussy enveloping him inch by inch until he was buried to the end.
Delia moaned louder, "Ohhh~♡... Ash... yes...", her walls clenching tight around him, wet and welcoming, the familiar heat of her body pulling him in.
He started walking deeper into the forest, each step thrusting his cock inside her in a steady rhythm.
Delia clung to him, arms tight around his neck, legs hugging his back as he fucked her with every step.
"Ahh~♡... mmm~♡... my sweet boy... deeper...", Delia moaned into his ear, her voice breathy and loving, warm breath tickling his skin as her hips rolled to meet each thrust.
The wet slap of their bodies echoed softly through the trees, her pussy gripping him tighter with every step, warm juices coating his shaft and dripping down his balls.
Ash held her firmly, hands gripping her soft ass, lifting and dropping her onto his cock as he walked, the forest path forgotten, only the feel of his mother's body around him, her moans filling his ears, her milk still sweet on his tongue.
...
Days passed in a comfortable rhythm: training Misty in quiet clearings, long walks through the forests and routes, and whenever the mood struck, enjoying my women however I wanted.
Misty changed slowly but surely.
She wasn't scared of Caterpie anymore.
I'd release one near her just to test, and she'd flinch at first, green eyes going wide, body tensing, but then she'd hesitate, reach out a hand, and let it crawl onto her palm.
"It's... not so bad," she'd mutter softly, cheeks turning pink, her orange ponytail swaying as she watched the little green Pokémon wiggle harmlessly across her skin.
No panic. No screams.
Just quiet acceptance.
But strangely, no system notification ever came.
The mission should have been completed. Her fear was clearly gone, Misty didn't scream or panic anymore when a Caterpie crawled near her.
I wondered why the system hadn't notified me yet.
Maybe because Misty's bug phobia started with a childhood incident involving Weedle.
Did I have to do the same thing with Weedle to fully complete it?
Weedle were a bit more dangerous, their poison sting could actually hurt if things went wrong.
I wasn't ready to take that risk yet, not with the sharp stingers and the chance of real injury.
So for now, normal training continued. We'd deal with Weedle later when I had a better plan...
One day, as I walked with Daisy again, my hand was inside her tiny blue denim shorts.
She wore one of Misty's old outfits I'd kept: the bright yellow crop top stretched tight over her pale, full breasts.
The shorts were unzipped just enough for my hand to slide easily into her warm, wet pussy. I stroked her slowly as we walked, feeling her walls clench around my fingers with every step.
No panties, of course.
I stroked her slowly as we walked, two fingers curling inside her slick walls, thumb brushing her clit with every step.
Daisy moaned softly, "Ash... mmm... right there...", her long blonde hair swaying in the breeze, green eyes half-lidded with pleasure, cheeks flushed as she leaned into me for support.
Her hips rocked gently against my hand, wetness coating my fingers more with every thrust, her soft gasps mixing with the rustle of leaves around us.
Suddenly, while walking, a familiar blue screen popped up in Ash's vision.
[Ding ding!
Mission: Obtain a Queen Beedrill's egg (shiny female: future queen)
Reward: 5 Heart Ball
Time limit: 5 days]
A Queen Beedrill's egg?
Ash remembered the Pidgey egg he'd caught earlier.
He had been checking it every day, wondering when that first crack would appear and new life would push its way out.
But a Queen Beedrill's egg... that was something else entirely.
Normal Beedrill didn't have queens. Not in the anime. Not in the games. Everyone knew that.
The only queen bee Pokémon was Vespiquen, elegant and regal, commanding her Combee drones with quiet authority.
But Vespiquen was a different line, a different species altogether.
So in this world, they must exist.
The mission details had been precise: a Queen Beedrill's egg (shiny) and, the future ruler of the hive.
One that would grow into the next generation's leader.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Only five days to complete it. Tight deadline, but not impossible. Beedrill swarms were no joke.
But doable. If he played it smart. If he used the right tricks.
Five days... probably tied to the hatching cycle.
The Pidgey egg had a thirty-day window; that one would hatch in twenty-five days from now if the pattern held.
A slow grin spread across his face.
Nice.
The system wasn't random. It worked with real biology, real timelines.
Ash might be wrong, of course. But he'd find out soon enough.
Now... to find the nest that held the egg.
Lost in thought, his mind still drifting through visions of that future Queen Beedrill, Ash's fingers still moved lazily between Daisy's thighs.
Slow, deliberate circles traced over her slick clit, drawing soft, breathless whimpers from her lips.
Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around the two fingers buried deep inside her, warm and wet, pulling him in with every gentle thrust.
Daisy's hips rolled slowly against his hand, chasing the pleasure, her cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded in hazy surrender.
It felt peaceful: warm, private, and too perfect.
He didn't hear the rustle in the grass until it was too late.
A sharp twitch of leaves snapped his head up. Danger hit him like cold water. Heart pounding, he froze. Something was coming.
A Beedrill burst from the grass, buzzing angrily, stingers raised high towards them.
It dove straight at them, wings a furious blur.
Ash didn't waste a second,
A Heart Ball materialized in Ash's free hand in an instant.
"Pikachu, go! Thunderbolt!"
Pink light flared brightly as Pikachu emerged in a low, ready crouch, ears twitching, gaze locked on the attacker.
"Pika-CHUUU!"
A bright bolt of yellow lightning burst from Pikachu's cheeks, cutting through the air with a sharp crack.
It hit the Beedrill with full force, surrounding it in a fierce glow of sizzling energy.
The Beedrill let out a sharp cry, twisting in the air as electricity raced through its body.
Its wings jerked wildly before it dropped, hitting the grass with a heavy thud.
Thin smoke rose from its scorched body as it twitched once, then lay still, out cold.
But the victory was short-lived.
The air hummed with a growing vibration, low at first, then swelling into a roar.
More wings.
Dozens.
The swarm was coming.
Daisy's hand squeezed Ash's tightly, her face going pale as she stared at the trees. Her body shook against him, full of fear.
Ash wouldn't let any one near his women.
With a quick flick, a Slave Ball appeared in his free hand.
"Daisy, return."
A soft pink glow wrapped around her, pulling her safely inside just as dark shadows filled the sky.
Then they came, a swirling swarm of angry Beedrills bursting.
Their wings buzzed like thunder, and their sharp stingers glinted as they dove in from every direction, blocking the sunlight.
Pikachu spun around, cheeks crackling with sparks.
A powerful Thunderbolt shot out, bright yellow lightning that struck all at once.
Some crashed to the ground.
Ash reacted fast, throwing Poké Balls from his belt one after another.
Red beams flashed out, pulling the stunned Beedrill inside. In seconds, he had caught three Beedrill.
But it wasn't enough. The swarm kept coming, an endless wave of fury.
They couldn't win this fight outright.
"Pikachu, we're getting out, run!"
Pikachu jumped onto his shoulder in an instant.
Ash bolted forward, crashing through tall grass and bushes.
His lungs burned, branches whipped his face and the swarm's angry buzz chased them without stopping.
After a while, the buzzing stopped. They burst into a wide clearing, far from the hive's territory.
Ash stopped, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his face.
Pikachu hopped down beside him, alert.
They were safe, for now.
After catching his breath, Ash glanced around the clearing one last time.
No buzzing.
No shadows in the sky.
The swarm wasn't following.
He lifted Pikachu's Heart Ball with a small, grateful smile.
"Nice job, buddy. Get some rest."
A soft pink beam pulled Pikachu inside.
Alone now, Ash slipped quietly back toward the danger zone, moving light and careful.
It didn't take long to find the three Poké Balls lying in the grass where he'd thrown them earlier.
He picked them up.
Then he turned and retreated to a safer spot, mind already racing ahead to the next move.
Ash was planning to use the same trick this time on the hive, but since Beedrill weren't friendly like Pidgeotto, he needed an extra method.
He pulled up the system shop, scrolling quickly to the item he wanted.
[Long-Range Sleep Smoke Bomb x 2]
A small, matte-black sphere the size of a Poké Ball.
Completely silent and inert until remotely triggered.
[On activation, it releases a thick, fast-spreading cloud of colorless sleep-inducing mist.
- Effect: Forces all Pokémon and humans within a 30-meter radius into deep, natural sleep.
- Duration: 1 hour (non-lethal, victims wake naturally afterward with no lingering effects).
- Range: Remote detonation up to 500 meters..
Cost: 40 Points each
Total Deducted: 80 Points]
Perfect.
Ash released the three captured Beedrill into the small clearing.
They emerged from the Poké Balls with a sharp buzz, wings beating fast, stingers half-raised, eyes locked on him warily.
They had recovered fully by now, As it had taken Ash almost an hour to circle back safely.
But the moment he set out shallow dishes brimming with golden honey and piles of sweet Pokémon food, their aggression faded.
They dove in, drinking and eating happily.
While they were distracted, Ash moved calmly.
He slipped a thin rope around two of their slender necks, securing a small black bomb like a lightweight pendant.
The Beedrill noticed, of course they did, tilting their heads at the strange weight, but the food was too good.
A lazy wing-flick or two was their only protest before they went right back to eating.
Perfect. They weren't fighting it.
He could trigger the bombs anytime, anywhere, through the system. Remote and clean.
Once their bellies were full, the three Beedrill hovered lazily.
Ash gave a soft command.
"Go home."
The Beedrill tilted their heads for a moment, then turned and buzzed off toward the hive, the small bombs still tied loosely around their necks like harmless collars.
They flew straight back to their nest, unaware of the surprise they carried.
Ash watched as they left.
Everything was in place.
Now he just had to wait for the right moment to pull the trigger.
Ash sat down on the soft grass, leaning back against a tree trunk.
He released Pikachu again.
"Pikachu, keep watch for me, buddy."
"Pika~" Pikachu replied, her voice soft and affectionate.
She hopped onto Ash's shoulder, eyes scanning the surroundings carefully.
Her tail swished happily as she nuzzled closer to him. Glancing up at that familiar handsome face she'd always adored, guarding him now made her feel proud.
A clone appeared nearby with a faint shimmer.
Ash gave it a quick nod. "Follow the Beedrill. Stay hidden."
The clone nodded silently and slipped into the grass, moving stealthily toward where the Beedrill had gone.
Ash closed his eyes and focused.
The connection snapped into place. The clone came alive in his mind.
The new upgrade from the side mission allowed him to control it directly now, like an extension of himself.
He could take over any part of the clone: whether it's full body, just the eyes, or even a single sense.
Full control gave perfect precision, letting him move and act as if he were there in person, but it left his real body completely vulnerable, like an empty shell sitting motionless in the grass.
Focusing on one sense, like sight, kept him aware enough to react if danger came close to his main body, safely splitting his attention between the two.
For now, he chose sight only. The clone's view was sharp and clear in his mind while his real body stayed guarded by Pikachu.
That was why he had Pikachu out, to watch his back while he "watched" through the clone.
As for the side mission, it had been completed the next day after the honey session with Misty.
She'd been a mess that morning, her body still sensitive and restless from the Caterpie's endless licking.
Misty had barely been able to look at Ash without her cheeks burning bright red, but her eyes kept drifting back to him, filled with unmistakable need.
When he'd finally pulled her close, Misty hadn't resisted at all.
Instead, she pressed her trembling body against his, green eyes glazed with need, cheeks burning bright red.
"Please fuck me, Ash..." she whispered shakily, voice breathy and desperate.
"My pussy is itching so much... mmm... ahh... I need your cock inside me... I want you so bad..."
Her hands fumbled toward his pants, fingers shaking as she tried to tug them down.
But before she could, Ash caught her wrists gently and stopped her.
Misty looked up at him, confused and frustrated, lips parted in a soft whine. "Why...?"
Ash smiled calmly, holding her gaze.
"There's a new mission," he said, voice steady. "It requires me to have sex with you in front of your Pokémon. All of them watching."
Misty froze, eyes widening in shock as the heat in her body suddenly clashed with fresh embarrassment.
"In... in front of them?" she stammered, voice small. "No way... that's..."
She shook her head weakly, but her hips still pressed forward against him, betraying how much she needed it.
Ash just waited, patient.
He respected his women's decisions. He never forced anything on them, and he never would.
That was his line, one he wouldn't cross, no matter how much the system pushed or how tempting the reward.
Missions could wait.
Their consent came first, always.
So he spoke gently but unyieldingly.
"Then I won't have sex with you until you agree. It's either in front of your Pokémon... or no sex at all."
He handed her a small massager.
"You can use this instead. Your choice. Decide when you're ready."
She lasted less than ten minutes.
The toy helped a little the vibrations teasing her clit and easing the ache slightly but it just wasn't enough.
It only made her crave his cock more, the itching inside her pussy growing hotter, deeper, unbearable.
She squirmed on the ground, biting her lip hard, thighs rubbing together as she tried to hold out.
But the need only grew stronger, waves of frustration and desire crashing over her.
Finally, her voice small and defeated, she gave in.
"Okay..."
Ash tilted his head, pretending not to hear clearly. "What was that?"
Misty's face burned crimson, but she couldn't stop herself anymore.
"Please... fuck me, Ash," she whispered at first, voice trembling with need, then louder and desperate.
"Fuck me in front of my Pokémon.... I can't wait anymore... please!"
All she wanted was him inside her, now.
A wide, satisfied smile appeared on Ash's face.
He knelt down, pulled her close again, and kissed her deeply.
"Thank you, Misty," he murmured against her lips, voice soft and genuine.
He summoned her Pokémon from the training space. Staryu, Starmie, and Goldeen appeared in flashes of light around the forest clearing.
As soon as they materialized, they saw their trainer completely naked, flushed and trembling in Ash's arms.
For Pokémon, clothes weren't something they understood deeply, but they knew humans always wore them.
Seeing Misty bare like this was strange, shocking even.
Their gem and eyes widened in confusion.
Ash was naked too, his hard cock standing proud between them.
The Pokémon froze, turning shy, unsure what was happening.
Ash spoke calmly, looking at each of them.
"I want you three to watch me have sex with Misty."
Pikachu, who had been watching from the side, took the lead. She hopped forward confidently and chatted to them.
"Pika pika... Chu-pi ka...!"
Listen, Misty was your old trainer, but now you must listen to Ash. Misty is his slave now. That's why he's been taking care of you three, feeding you, training you, making you strong.
The three Pokémon looked at each other, then at Pikachu, then at Ash, and finally at Misty.
Misty couldn't understand Pikachu's words, but she nodded weakly, face burning red, confirming what Ash had said.
Hearing this, all three Pokémon's faces flushed a slight redembarrassed, but accepting.
Staryu and Starmie were genderless, so they didn't know much about sex, but Goldeen was female.
She hid slightly behind the others at first, fins fluttering shyly.
Pikachu grinned and kept talking.
"Pi-ka chu! Pika pika..."
You'll all be part of his harem one day too! Ash is amazing, he has so many abilities, and he'll gain even more as time goes on!
She turned her gaze to the shy Goldeen, who was half-hidden in her water tub.
"Pi-ka chu! Pika pika...."
And one day he can even turn you into humans so you can walk on land and see the world, instead of just staying in Poké Balls!
Goldeen's eyes widened.
The idea of walking on land, exploring beyond water, seeing forests and cities with legs instead of swimming forever, it lit a spark of excitement in her.
Staryu and Starmie processed the idea with quiet curiosity, while Goldeen's shy blush turned into eager anticipation.
They all looked at Ash with new interest, trusting Pikachu's words completely.
Pikachu winked at Ash, proud of her little speech.
Ash smiled back, then turned his full attention to Misty.
His hands were already moving again...
By the end, all of Misty's Pokémon understood what sex was.
They had watched the whole thing: their old master with her legs spread wide, moaning helplessly as Ash thrust deep inside her again and again.
They had seen her face twist in pleasure; they'd never imagined, eyes half-lidded and glassy, mouth open in constant gasps, cheeks flushed dark red, orange ponytail messy and sticking to her sweaty skin.
The sounds she madehigh, needy whimpers, loud cries of "Ash... yes... harder..."were nothing like the confident, bossy trainer they knew.
Staryu and Starmie didn't feel arousal the same way, but a confused warmth spread through them as they processed the raw intimacy.
Goldeen, more aware, felt it strongest.
Her scales shimmered as a strange heat bloomed low in her body, fins fluttering shyly.
Her pussy, hidden beneath her smooth underbelly, grew warm and slick, a confusing wetness she'd never felt before.
She shifted in the water tub, tail swishing nervously, eyes wide and fixed on Misty and the way Ash's cock slid in and out, shiny with her trainer's juices.
The sight made her feel hot in places she didn't even know existed, a tingling ache that left her breathless.
She hid slightly behind the tub's edge, embarrassed but unable to look away.
All three Pokémon felt shy, their bodies warm in new ways.
They had never seen their proud master like this: horny, desperate, completely surrendered.
And deep down, the sight stirred something in them to a quiet, curious heat, wondering what it would feel like when their turn came.
That was how Ash completed the mission and upgraded his clone ability.
The Pokémon watched, learning their new place in his world.
Ash watched through the clone's eyes as it arrived at the Beedrill hive, hiding carefully in the thick bushes.
The three released Beedrill had landed perfectly at the entrance, the guards letting them pass without suspicion.
Everything was in the right position.
Ash's consciousness snapped back to his main body in an instant.
He blinked once, the forest clearing coming into sharp focus around him.
Pikachu glanced up from her perch nearby.
Ash turned his attention to the floating system screen only he could see.
His finger tapped the activation button without hesitation.
Far away, inside the hive, the clone watched as the bombs tied around the Beedrill's necks triggered at once.
Thick white smoke exploded from the collars, spreading fast through the forest area where the Beedrill hive was hidden among the thick trees.
The heavy cloud billowed outward in every direction, rolling low over the grass and climbing up the trunks, filling the air with smoke.
Beedrill that had been patrolling nearby buzzed in confusion for a moment, wings beating slower and slower, before they dropped one by one, bodies slumping gently onto the leaves and ground, fast asleep.
Kakuna remained hanging motionless from the tree branches, and Weedle curled up limp on the grass, all sinking into deep sleep as the smoke filled the air.
The entire swarm went still in seconds, the angry hum fading into silence.
"Pikachu, let's go!"
Pikachu hopped onto his shoulder with a determined "Pika!"
Ash ran toward the hive, stepping over the sleeping Pokémon lying everywhere, Beedrill on their sides, stingers limp; Kakuna hanging still; Weedle curled up motionless in the grass.
"Let's begin our search, Ash said.
Pikachu nodded eagerly.
But as he was about to enter deeper into the Beedrill territory, a voice came from behind, sweet and soft, but angry.
"What are you doing?"
Ash turned around, But just as he did, a new mission screen appeared in his vision:
[Mission: Make Yellow your Slave
Reward: Unknown
Penalty: None]
[To make Yellow your slave, you must have intercourse with her 3 times in vagina and 1 time in anal.]
Ash smiled faintly as he looked at the person in front of him.
She wore a large straw hat pulled low over her face, hiding most of her long blonde hair.
A sleeveless yellow tunic with green trim covered her upper body, tied at the waist with a brown belt, over a black long-sleeved shirt.
Loose blue pants tucked into purple boots completed the look. Short build, flat chest under the tunic, tomboyish stance.
If it wasn't for the system telling him her name, and mission, he would have thought she was a male trainer.
But he recognized Yellow from the Pokémon manga.
He hadn't read it himself, but he'd heard enough about her healing powers, her bond with Pokémon.
She really was quite a beauty, even dressed like this. Soft features, large yellow eyes full of worry, fair skin with a light flush of anger.
Yellow glared at him.
"What are you doing to those poor Pokémon? Why are they all asleep?"
Ash ignored her words. He didn't have time, he had less than an hour before Beedrill woke up.
"Pikachu, take care of her."
"Pika!" Pikachu jumped from his shoulder to the ground, cheeks already sparking.
"Pika... CHUUU!"
A quick Thunderbolt crackled through the air, a sharp flash of yellow lightning hitting Yellow hard.
She had only a split second of surprise, eyes widening, mouth opening in a gasp, before the bolt hit.
"KYAAAAAAA...!"
Her high-pitched scream cut off instantly as the powerful shock coursed through her body.
Her legs buckled, and she dropped to the ground, body twitching uncontrollably from the shock.
Her eyes rolled back, limbs trembling for a few more seconds before she finally went limp, falling unconscious.
Only then did Pikachu stop, cheeks dimming as the electricity faded.
"Pika..." Pikachu said softly, hopping closer to check she was out.
Ash, in the meantime, pulled out rope, a Poké Ball-shaped gag, and basic camping equipment from his system space.
He handed them to the clone.
"Tie her up. Set up camp too."
The clone nodded silently and moved forward...
Ash turned back to the hive.
Now it was time to search for the egg.
He looked at the pile of unconscious Pokémon.
Ash sighed heavily, the sound low and frustrated in the quiet air. "Tch... this is going to be difficult."
He checked his stats quickly to see how many points he had left, just in case he needed to buy something else from the system shop...
[Slave System
Host: Ash
Level: 10
Experience: 257/500
Attributes:
- Strength: 3
- Agility: 3
- Stamina: 8/10
- Reproductive Capacity: Off
- Penis Size: 5 inches
Abilities:
- Slave Ball: Can capture a Slave into the Slave Ball.
- Slave Storage: Stores Slaves after putting them in Slave Balls.
- Gender Identification: Grants the ability to identify the gender of any Pokémon.
- Clone: Can summon 1 clone that lasts 1 hour (resets every 24 hours). The clone has infinite stamina and can merge with the host.
- Presence Suppression: Within a 10-meter radius, anyone, inside or outside, will automatically view certain host's actions as completely normal and acceptable.
Spatial Space:
- Healing Pod: 1/3
- Pokémon Training Space: 4/6
Slaves Capture: 6
System Points: 130
Pokémon: 2
Next reward on Lv 20]
130 points... hmm.
Ash glanced at the number again, frowning slightly.
He had only 130 points left. He sighed.
Well, whatever.
He shrugged it off and started going deeper into the hive.
Time was short, he'd have to find the shiny royal egg the old-fashioned way.
He activated his gender identification skill on the sleeping Beedrill as he passed them.
He was actually wrong, not every single Beedrill was male. Females were mixed in among them too.
That meant the queen wasn't the only female. She was most probably the leader or the strongest of them all, the one who laid the special eggs.
There was a small chance the queen could be male, but the odds pointed strongly to female.
The deeper Ash went, the clearer the pattern became.
In the outer area, he had seen a mix of males and females.
But here, in the inner area, almost every sleeping Beedrill was male. Bigger guards with longer, sharper stingers.
Most of the females he had spotted earlier were in the outer territory, likely workers or scouts.
That made perfect sense. The queen would be kept at the very heart, surrounded by her strongest male warriors.
He had to find that egg... or, if he couldn't, at least capture the queen herself.
Capturing the queen would be even better. He could have her lay as many eggs as he wanted later.
Ash moved faster now, heart beating steadily.
The queen was probably nearby...
Ash searched for about ten minutes, moving carefully through the sleeping territory.
The deeper he went, the more the structure changed.
The outer parts were rough and simple, built from wood pulp mixed with saliva into tough material.
But as he pushed farther in, the area opened into a cluster of multiple grey nests built around and inside the trees, just like hornet nests in his world.
Some were hollowed into the thick trunks, others wrapped tightly around heavy branches like protective shells.
The deeper he went, the larger and more elaborate they became, clinging to bigger trees with thicker trunks.
The nests grew grander and more polished, gleaming faintly in the dim light.
The air grew warmer, thicker, with a sharp insect scent.
Beedrill sleeping along the way grew bigger, guards with longer, curved stingers and thicker yellow-black bodies.
Finally, Ash reached the central area.
The hive here looked grander, more organized, a large rounded chamber with smooth, polished walls, big enough for a human to enter like it was the size of a small house.
At the entrance stood two massive guards, each at least one and a half times the size of normal Beedrill, their bodies thicker, stingers longer and curved sharply, wings folded but ready.
They lay slumped in deep sleep from the smoke, but even unconscious they looked intimidating.
Ash stepped carefully past them and entered the chamber.
Inside, the space opened wide, the ceiling high enough for him to stand straight.
The walls curved smoothly, layered with hardened resin that gleamed softly in the dim light filtering from small openings above.
In the center, on a raised platform of hardened pulp, lay the Queen Beedrill.
She was massive, twice the size of normal Beedrill, her body longer and thicker, stingers enormous and gleaming like swords.
Her yellow stripes shone deeper, almost golden, with black markings that looked regal, her wings larger and veined in silver.
She slept peacefully on the raised platform, her massive body rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
Near her lay a shiny green male Beedrill, bigger than normal but not that big compared to her, only about 1.2 times the size of a regular one.
He rested close, curled protectively beside the queen.
Nothing too special other than being shiny by human standards, but in the Beedrill world he might be considered handsome. Who knows...
Strong, shiny, clearly favored.
The female was clearly the queen, the true ruler, larger and more beautiful, her form commanding even in sleep.
The male one must be the father of the shiny royal egg, probably part of her harem or her lover.
Well, it doesn't matter much. I don't have time.
Ash started looking through the nearby cells.
He moved quickly but carefully, eyes scanning every protected nook for the egg.
After some minutes of quiet searching, Ash finally found a cluster of eggs in a special, guarded area.
The eggs were arranged neatly in a protected room, surrounded by the largest sleeping guards.
He used his gender-checking ability to eliminate the male eggs, so he only had to pick the female ones.
But surprisingly, all were females for some reason.
He sighed.
Now he had to pick every egg to check which one was shiny.
Ash started his picking and putting-back job.
One by one, he lifted them gently.
If no system notification appeared, he placed it back exactly where it had been.
Finally, on the 23rd egg....
[Mission complete: Obtain a Queen Beedrill's egg (shiny female future queen)
Reward: 5 Heart Balls]
Ash smiled.
Perfect.
But as the new mission window popped up, Ash ignored it.
[Mission: Make The Shiny Unhatched Female Weedle Your Slave
Reward: Unknown]
[Note: If the host manages to make it a slave before it hatches, there is a 100% chance to receive a new skill. If it hatches first, the mission reward will change based on its evolution stage.]
He took out a Heart Ball from his system space and gently placed the egg inside.
The ball enveloped the egg in a soft pink light and sealed with a quiet click, keeping it safe and warm.
Ash turned to leave, but as he was leaving his eyes drifted back to the sleeping Queen Beedrill.
For some reason, he just wanted her.
She was massive and beautiful, longer body, thicker stingers like elegant swords, golden stripes shining even in sleep.
This shiny egg might have potential, but she, the real queen, carried an aura, a presence, a raw power that the egg might never fully match if he raised it alone.
The Queen Beedrill was already proven: massive, commanding, beautiful even in her unconscious state.
She could protect the egg, teach it, make it stronger than any hatchling he could raise by himself.
And beyond that... having her would be better.
A living queen, obedient to him, able to lay more eggs whenever he wanted.
The shiny royal egg was the mission goal, but the queen herself was the true prize.
Ash's smile widened.
He couldn't leave her behind.
He pulled another Heart Ball from his system space and threw it at the Queen.
The ball opened, pink light flashing.
It shook once, twice, three times.
Click.
Captured.
The Queen Beedrill vanished into the ball.
Ash picked it up, satisfied.
Now he had both, the future queen and the current one.
Perfect.
As for what happened to the hive or the shiny male Beedrill, it didn't matter.
There were more eggs in that room, and the swarm would wake up eventually.
The hunt was complete.
He left the empty hive behind.
The forest air felt cooler as he stepped out, the weight of two new Heart Balls in his system space.
One for the shiny royal egg.
One for the massive Queen Beedrill herself.
Ash smiled to himself as he imagined.
One day, when he gets a transformation ability or something similar... as the queen was already massive enough. He could fuck her if he wanted, feel her enormous body around him.
But the thought of her in a humanoid form, curvy, powerful, regal, mother and future daughter side by side... both his...
He shook his head, pushing the fantasy aside.
That was for the future.
Right now, time to head back to camp.
Yellow was waiting...
-x-X-x-
When Ash returned, the clone had already set up a small tent a safe distance from Beedrill territory.
It didn't matter much now. The queen was his, and with her captured, no remaining Beedrill would dare disturb them.
Ash dismissed the clone with a thought. It vanished into thin air.
Inside the tent, Yellow lay on her back on the sleeping mat, completely naked.
Her wrists were tied tightly to her ankles in front of her body with rope, pulling her spread legs sharply upward and bent, arching her back painfully.
The position lifted her hips and chest off the mat, leaving her completely open and unable to move.
A Poké Ball gag was buckled firmly in her mouth, turning any sound into quiet, muffled hums.
Her straw hat lay nearby, long blonde hair spilling free across the mat in golden waves.
Her skin was soft and pale, smooth like porcelain, curves gentle but inviting. Small breasts with pink nipples thrust upward from her arched position, slim waist leading to hips that flared softly.
She had woken up a while ago, right in the middle of the clone tying her up.
The first thing she felt was confusion. Where was she? Why couldn't she move her hands?
Then fear hit hard as she realized she was getting tied up in a weird, humiliating position.
She struggled at once, twisting and pulling desperately, muffled cries leaking from the strange gag in her mouth.
Nothing gave. The ropes held firm.
Her face burned red with anger and shame.
What is he doing? Where are my clothes? Why am I naked like this?
Tears welled up fast, spilling down her cheeks as she thrashed weakly.
Sadness mixed with fear. How could this be happening? Why would he do this to her?
Pain shot through her shoulders and back from the tight arch, making her whimper louder.
The gag muffled everything into pathetic, helpless 'mmphs."
The more she tried to scream, the more the strange tentacles from the gag inside stirred, licking her tongue and throat with wet, shocking motions.
The louder she cried, the more intense they became, multiple soft currents tickling and pressing, making drool pour from her lips.
It only made her cry harder, face twisting in frustration and terroг.
She noticed that after tying her up, he just stood there, staring at her naked body with intense eyes.
Her cheeks flushed darker under the gag.
She twisted uselessly, trying to hide her small breasts, her exposed pussy, anything.
But the position left her completely open, arched and helpless.
Why is he looking at me like that? Stop... please stop staring....
After what felt like an eternity, or maybe hours, Yellow's struggles had slowed to weak, exhausted twitches.
Her body ached from the tight ropes, sweat cooling on her pale skin, tears drying in salty tracks on her cheeks.
The clone had stood there the whole time, silent, staring.
When Ash entered, her yellow eyes widened in shock.
She froze, heart racing all over again.
The new man was the same? A twin? Or something else?
But as soon as Ash stepped inside the tent, the first man vanished into thin air, like he had never been there.
Yellow's eyes widened even more, a fresh wave of confusion crashing over her fear.
Her muffled whimper rose in pitch, body jerking weakly against the tight ropes.
What... what just happened? He was there... and now he's gone?
The gag turned her panicked breathing into soft, frantic hums.
She didn't understand any of this.
And that terrified her more than anything.
Ash smiled faintly and moved closer, standing beside her, his expression softening into something almost gentle.
"Hello. My name is Ash."
He paused, looking truly regretful.
After all, in Ash's eyes, Yellow was a gentle, selfless, brave, and kind-hearted girl who always put others before herself and would sacrifice everything to protect those she cared about, and now seeing her crying and struggling made his chest hurt.
He bowed his head slightly, voice low and genuine.
Yellow's heart skipped.
For a brief moment, hope flickered in her yellow eyes.
Maybe he was apologizing for his brother, the one who had tied her up.
Maybe he was going to free her.
She held her breath, body still trembling, waiting for him to reach for the ropes.
"But I have to have sex with you. Four times in your vagina and one time in anal."
Yellow's muffled gasp turned into frantic, panicked mmphs. Her body jerked against the ropes, eyes filling with fresh tears.
Ash looked at her.
"I swear I don't want to force you. I really don't. But I have no other choice. If I don't, something bad will happen, not just to me but to everyone I care about. You may not understand it now, but soon you will."
He reached out slowly, hand resting lightly on her trembling thigh, fingers gentle on her soft, pale skin.
"I'm sorry. Truly. Please try to understand."
Yellow stared at him, heart pounding, mind reeling.
What was he talking about? Sex?
She had seen Pokémon doing something like that, something they did when they loved each other, something private and intimate.
But this... this was nothing like that.
This was scary.
Wrong.
Tears spilled faster down her cheeks, her muffled whimpers turning into soft, broken sobs.
She shook her head weakly, body straining against the ropes, trying to pull away from his touch even as she couldn't move.
But deep down, the sadness in his voice confused her.
Was he really forced? Or was it a lie?
She didn't know.
All she knew was she was trapped, helpless, and he was going to do it anyway.
And that terrified her more than anything.
Fear flooded her, but the sadness in his eyes confused her even more...
Ash moved closer.
Yellow tried to scream and pull away, body straining desperately.
But the ropes held her perfectly still. She couldn't move at all, not even an inch.
Ash placed one hand gently on her trembling thigh, fingers tracing the soft, pale skin, admiring its smoothness.
Yellow's muffled cries grew louder, body shaking harder in the ropes.
Ash lifted her leg slightly, the rope allowing just enough give, and brought his mouth to the inside of her thigh.
He licked slowly, tongue warm and wet against her skin.
It tasted faintly salty from her nervous sweat, clean and fresh underneath, the soft texture making him linger.
He moved lower slowly, lips brushing the sensitive inside of her thigh, drawing closer and closer until his tongue finally met the center between her soft white legs.
His hand slid to her other thigh, spreading her wider as much as the ropes allowed, and he began...
Ash's warm, wet tongue trailed slowly from the underside of Yellow's thigh, leaving a glistening path on her pale skin as it inched closer to her sacred place.
Yellow shivered violently at the teasing warmth, her bound legs trembling in the ropes.
Her mind raced in panic.
Stop... it's dirty... please stop... why is he licking me there? He said he was going to have sex, not this!
She wanted to beg him directly, but the gag turned every plea into helpless hums.
Ash, who heard nothing, continued without pause and pressed his tongue firmly against the smooth, bare folds of her untouched, hairless pussy, so soft and vulnerable in its exposure.
Yellow's body jolted as if struck by lightning.
*No... that's where I pee from... it's dirty! No one should ever touch there with their mouth!*
Her face burned crimson with shame. She had never imagined someone would lick her most private place like this.
But why... why does it feel so warm? So strangely good?
The heat spreading from his tongue left her confused, a tingling pleasure blooming where only embarrassment should be.
Ash's tongue continued its slow exploration, oblivious to her thoughts.
Yellow barely noticed the tentacles moving against her own tongue and throat.
All her focus locked on that shocking heat between her legs.
He started slow, agonizingly slow.
He flattened his tongue broad and firm against her soft pink labia, the delicate petals only just beginning to bloom like a young flower untouched by the world.
He dragged it upward in one long, deliberate lick that parted her folds with a soft, wet slurping sound.
Yellow felt warmth spread through her like liquid fire, terrifying and completely foreign.
Her hips twitched despite the ropes holding her arched and open.
She felt every ridge of his tongue gliding over her sensitive skin.
"Mmm, you taste so clean and fresh," Ash murmured against her folds, his hot breath making her flinch.
Yellow's stomach twisted at his words. Burning shame flooded her.
He's... he's licking me there and saying it out loud... like it's normal... like it's good...
The humiliation hit her harder than the pleasure, making her want to sink into the ground and disappear, to vanish completely so no one could ever see or touch her again.
Fresh tears welled up as her bound body jerked uselessly against the ropes, a desperate, futile attempt to curl up and hide.
He licked again, slower this time, starting just above her tight little entrance and sweeping upward, brushing ever so lightly over her hidden pearl, the sensitive clit she had only ever accidentally touched herself.
Yellow's mind screamed in confusion and fear.
Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, but her body betrayed her as her pussy fluttered with strange, unwanted heat.
His tongue circled her clit now in lazy, wet spirals, first clockwise, then counter, the tip flicking gently before pressing harder and sucking it softly between his lips with a gentle pop.
Each suck sent electric jolts through Yellow's core, a tingling warmth she had no name for, building in ways she never knew possible.
Her small, almost flat breasts heaved upward in her painful arch, pink nipples hardening against her will.
Muffled moans built in her throat.
"Mmmm... mmm!" Frantic and confused.
The gag's tentacles stirred in response, pressing deeper and muffling her cries even further.
He didn't rush.
His hands gripped her trembling thighs, spreading her wider within the ropes' limits, fully exposing every inch of her glistening, bare pussy to his mouth.
"Oh, getting sweeter already," Ash whispered, lips brushing her skin before his tongue dipped lower, tracing the seam of her entrance and probing just the tip inside her virgin tightness.
Yellow's yellow eyes widened in horror at the intimate invasion, yet sparks of unknown pleasure made her bound body strain, back arching sharper as strange tingles coiled deep in her belly.
As he lapped broader strokes, flattening his tongue to cover her entire slit from bottom to top with wet slurping sounds, her natural sweetness flowed freely.
Yellow grew wet slowly, reluctantly, a slick warmth she didn't understand, terrifying because her body craved more even as her mind begged it to stop.
Clear, slick nectar dripped from her tight little hole as he swirled around her swelling clit.
He sucked it gently, feeling it throb, then released with a wet pop and hummed deeply, the vibration rumbling through her core like thunder in her blood.
His tongue plunged deeper now, fucking into her entrance with slow, rhythmic thrusts, wet plunging sounds filling the tent, rhythmic and obscene.
He curled it inside her while his upper lip ground softly against her clit.
Yellow's virgin walls clenched desperately around his thrusting tongue, squeezing like a vice, pulling it. deeper despite her fear.
*What is this feeling? It's building... like something inside me is swelling, ready to burst... I don't know what's happening!*
The pressure coiled tighter in her lower belly, hot, urgent, foreign, and overwhelming.
She thrashed weakly in the ropes, muffled sobs turning to high-pitched, desperate moans. "MMMMM! AHHH-MMMM!"
The gag's tentacles writhed in frenzy, tickling her throat.
Her body arched impossibly higher, hips lifting as much as the ties allowed.
Her small breasts thrust upward, pale skin glistening with sweat.
Her yellow eyes grew hazy, eyelids fluttering as pleasure overwhelmed her.
The orgasm crashed over her without warning, sudden and shattering.
It felt like a dam breaking inside her intense waves of heat exploding outward from her core, rhythmic throbbing pulses flooding her entire body with blinding euphoria.
Her mind went blank in pure, overwhelming release, a burst of ecstasy she had no words for, leaving her trembling in shocked bliss.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, a loud muffled scream erupting from her gagged mouth. "NNNNNGGGHHH-MPHHH!"
Her virgin pussy spasmed wildly, gushing a flood of hot, sweet nectar straight into his waiting mouth.
Ash sealed his lips over her pulsing entrance as she came, tongue lapping greedily at every squirt, drinking her down.
He gulped audibly, throat working in visible swallows, Adam's apple bobbing once, twice, three times as he savored and swallowed her release, not spilling a drop.
Each swallow pulled more from her quivering folds while he hummed in satisfaction, prolonging the waves until her muffled screams faded to whimpering aftershocks.
Yellow collapsed as much as the ropes permitted, body trembling in exhausted waves.
Tears mixed with sweat on her face.
Ash leaned back slowly, his chin glistening with her essence, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
He looked at her flushed, heaving form, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly, her hazy eyes slowly refocusing with lingering fear and confusion.
"Now that you are ready, let's begin, Ash said softly, his voice gentle and kind.
The pleasure had shattered her innocence, leaving her confused, ashamed, and aching for more.
Even as fear lingered in her wide, tear-filled eyes.
Ash stood up slowly from between her arched legs, his eyes never leaving Yellow's wide, tear-streaked face.
He reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing a lean chest with defined abs.
Then his pants, unbuckling the belt and sliding them down, letting his hard cock spring free.
It stood thick and veined, throbbing with need, the tip glistening with pre-cum, far more intimidating than anything Yellow had ever imagined.
She had only ever seen Pokémon mating in the wild, quick flashes of male Pokémon mounting females, their pink, slick organs sliding in briefly before it was over.
But this was so much bigger, thicker, angry-looking with its swollen head and pulsing veins.
Her yellow eyes locked on it in pure terror, heart pounding wildly.
What is that...? It's so big... scary... is he going to put that inside me...? It'll never fit... it'll tear me apart...
She jerked weakly in the ropes, gagged whimpers rising.
Ash knelt back down between her spread thighs, his knees on the mat, positioning himself close, the heat of his body radiating against her exposed skin.
His hard cock hovered just above her slick, puffy folds, the head brushing her inner thigh lightly.
He reached out gently, one hand cupping her teary cheek, thumb rubbing softly over the salty tracks, wiping them away with a tenderness that made her breath hitch.
"I'm sorry, Yellow," he murmured, voice soft and genuine, eyes filled with regret.
"It might hurt a little at first. I don't want to cause you pain..."
"But I have no choice."
"I will be as gentle as possible."
Yellow's muffled hum softened at his touch, the kindness in his words piercing through her fear like a faint light in the dark.
She could feel it, the sincerity in his voice, the regret in his eyes.
Not just from his words or expression, but deeper, like a quiet warmth brushing against her heart.
She had always been able to sense Pokémon emotions, a gentle gift from the forest that let her understand their fear, joy, or trust without words.
But with people, it was rarer, fainter... yet right now, with Ash so close, it came through clear and strong.
He truly didn't want to hurt her.
The sadness and reluctance inside him felt real, heavy, like a weight he carried unwillingly.
It confused her even more.
Tears welled up again, spilling down her flushed cheeks, but her trembling eased just a fraction.
Her body still strained against the ropes, fear still sharp in her chest, but a small, fragile part of her believed him.
He wasn't cruel.
He was... forced.
And that made everything hurt in a different way.
But the moment shattered as Ash leaned closer.
His free hand guided his throbbing cock to her sacred entrance.
The hot, smooth head pressed against her untouched folds.
Yellow's eyes snapped wide again, panic surging back full force.
She stared at the thick, throbbing thing pressing against her tiny, untouched entrance, far too big, far too scary for her small hole.
The fragile trust vanished, replaced by raw fear of what was coming next.
It was going to split her apart.
She knew it.
Tears spilled faster as her bound body trembled uncontrollably, muffled sobs rising behind the gag.
The hot, smooth head rubbed slowly along her soft, wet petals, parting them with teasing strokes, coating itself in her lingering nectar.
Yellow tensed, body straining, stifled sounds escaping as the unfamiliar pressure built.
He pressed forward gently, the tip nudging into her virgin tightness, stretching her inch by inch..
It's too big... It's splitting me...
With a slow push, he broke through her hymen, a sharp sting ripping through her core as warm blood trickled out, mixing with her slickness.
Yellow's eyes flew open wide, a muffled scream bursting from the gag, "MMMMM...!"
Pain lanced through her, sharp and burning, like something tearing inside.
Drool spilled from her stretched lips as the gag's tentacles writhed frantically, her mind blanking in agony, unable to think beyond the pain.
"Shh, it's okay," Ash whispered soothingly, pausing halfway in, his hands now on her trembling thighs, thumbs rubbing circles to comfort her.
"Breathe... it'll get better soon. You're doing so well."
He felt her walls clenching painfully tight around him, so snug it made him groan softly, fighting the urge to thrust deeper.
Slowly, he pushed further, inch by throbbing inch, hands squeezing her soft thighs as he sank in, the wet squelch of her blood-slicked pussy filling the tent.
A faint, visible bulge appeared low on her slim belly with each advance, the outline of his thick cock pressing against her tight walls from inside.
Yellow whimpered, body shaking, the pain throbbing with each movement.
She screamed in her mind, desperate and raw.
Take it out... It hurts... Please, stop, it's too big...!
Only muffled, frantic "mmph-mmph" sounds escaped the gag, high and pleading.
Ash felt the raw panic radiating from her, the way her tight walls clenched in pain around him.
He paused deep inside.
His hand stroked her trembling thigh gently, thumb rubbing slow circles.
Yellow's eyes squeezed shut, fresh tears spilling, but his gentle touch chipped at the terror.
The burn eased into a full, stretching ache.
Ash began slow, gentle thrusts, pulling back halfway before sliding in again.
Soft wet slaps echoed as their hips met, his cock gliding carefully in her slick heat.
The bulge on her belly rose and fell with every deep stroke, visible proof of how deeply he filled her tiny pussy.
As Ash continued his thrusts, slow and careful at first, Yellow's gagged whimpers softened to moans, pain fading as heat built anew.
Why does it feel good now...? She didn't understand....
Her pussy fluttered around him, growing slicker with each thrust.
Ash felt her body respond, the tight clench turning from pain to eager grip, her wetness coating him more and more.
He groaned low, hips rolling deeper, the warm, slippery heat pulling him in.
Yellow's mind spun in confusion.
The sharp sting was gone, replaced by a full, throbbing ache that somehow turned warm and tingling.
Each slide of his cock dragged sparks along her inner walls, making her small body arch tighter in the ropes.
Her yellow eyes fluttered, tears still wet on her cheeks, but her muffled sounds changed, high, needy "mmph-mmmph" moans slipping out between sobs.
Ash's breathing grew heavier, hands gripping her thighs as he sped up just a little, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder.
He felt her walls pulse around him, slick and hot, drawing him deeper with every stroke.
Yellow's hips twitched helplessly, the heat coiling low in her belly, strange and overwhelming.
Ash groaned again, voice rough. "Yellow... you feel so good..."
The words sent a fresh wave of shame through her, but also a confusing spark that made her moan louder behind the gag.
As Ash thrust faster, each deeper stroke sent waves of sensation crashing through her.
Yellow's world narrowed to that filling sensation, the ache turning to ecstasy, her clit grinding against his pubic bone on every deep stroke.
The pressure coiled hotter, her walls pulsing greedily.
She came.
Her pussy spasmed wildly around his cock, milking him in powerful, rhythmic squeezes.
A muffled scream vibrated through the gag: "NNNGGHHHH!"
Waves of bliss crashed over her, her belly bulge twitching visibly with each contraction.
Ash groaned deeply, feeling her milk him relentlessly, unable to hold back.
With one last, powerful thrust, hips slamming flush against hers with a loud slap, balls pressed tight to her ass, tip kissing her cervix, he came hard.
Hot ropes of white milk erupted deep inside, flooding her womb with thick, warm pulses.
The heat spread through her core like fire.
Yellow trembled in aftershocks, feeling the warmth fill her completely.
A strange, full sensation bloomed in her lower belly as his milk settled deep inside.
Her body shook with lingering spasms, mind hazy from pleasure and shame.
Tears still wet on her cheeks as she lay there, helpless and spent beneath him.
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