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ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝙝𝙚𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥 𝙥𝙞𝙣 ᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠ " hm ? okay darling, just let me get dressed . " she's still in just panties and an oversized shirt that's hanging like a curtain off her tits . ᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠ her hand was quick to start stroking along that length within the kimono, the goth trainer leaving purple lipstick marks on gengar's neck as those hickies and kisses continued . the feeling of those claws digging into her flesh drawing out a low moan from the hex maniac .

ᅠᅠ it's only to be expected, after all, beatrice had missed the gengar so terribly . so she would be using now as a time to show her just how much she had missed her . which is why a hand is snaking down to grope and rub at the growing bulge within her clothes . ᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠ a soft huff as she held the other close, enjoying her presence and warmth while teeth left small hickies all over oizys' neck . ᅠᅠ

@opiategaze ah perfect . then that ghost trainer is going to milk everything out of her ♡

@HEXlNGEYES she should be careful what she wishes for. no, the Hypno has plenty more where that came ffrom. this was. . .a 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ so-called "free thinkers" after her pendulum is put to use. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

@_devilishterror pulling the gengar into an embrace, placing kisses all along her neck . she's missed the ghost terribly .

and kneading oizys' chest as her own still held the ghost's head betwixt them .

there was no retreat or attempt of one, beatrice meeting her ghost's tongue with what could be called a grin . the maniac sucking on the appendage even as it wrapped around hers, her hands moving up along that body . digits found those sizable breasts, the woman squeezing —

her cunt being split open by that flared, barbed girth . her insides tight like a vice, yet soft like velvet . plush lips pressed into her neck with a low, primal moan of pleasure . cervix kissing that tip as those thrusts started to press those two together .

monstrous, grotesque - looking shaft against her new trainer's entrance . there was no denying that the both of them wanted this, even if it could be argued that beatrice was merely being influenced into it . arms held tight around the ghost's neck, the gothic woman feeling —

" y - yes . . . i need you inside of me . . . ♡ " the crazed woman spoke, voice trailing off with each syllable while her body lit up in arousal . her flesh felt like it was burning, the warmth a roaring inferno of lust and need for the ghost whom had been grinding that —

and the maniac only grins back, sucking on the ghost's tongue as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do . her own tongue swirled around the pokemon's, that massive appendage only rivaled in size by the ghost's length .

that she had indeed . beatrice holding the ghost close, lips kissing the top of her head before it's being smothered in her mass of titflesh . hands gently stroking and roaming her body, the hex - obsessed woman sighing with a soft voice .

@_devilishterror hands find themselves wrapped around the ghost's waist, lips pressing against her neck while the trainer let her chest press into oizys' back .

betwixt her thighs, the arousal starting to slicken the bumpy, exotic rod that throbbed so desperately against her body . arms wrapped around gengar, beatrice's eyes focused on nothing but her, those two words sending a shiver down her spine . " yes . . . your toy . . . "

mind fogging from the hypnotism, those already swirled eyes only growing closer to spirals as her mind was capture, pulled in and grasped by the ghost's own . now nothing stood between them, not even the tattered remains of her dress, gengar's length findinf the warm wetness—