— 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 ‘𝐍‘ 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐘!

⠀ ⠀ 🎸 — 𝖱𝗈𝗑. 𝖭/𝖲𝖥𝖶 — 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨. [ temp pin. ] ⠀

@filodelabixmo rox.°• true..

@ROCKINGZIG //you should do it either way :))

rox.°• the concept of me making another pokemuse just to not be active on it

@HYDRAJOCK rox.°• id have to look through my options def want to make a twink top tho maybe a reshiram if i can find the right art

— already beginning to shoot ropes of pre onto the other. ❝ Arceus, can I have /you/ for breakfast.. Your scent is fucking ADDICTING.. ❞

Holy hell, the scent is strong. At this point, Rox began to thrust against the leg of the jock. If they got closer to each, then he could fuck his thighs.. Holding him close, using the friction between his undies and that muscular thigh stimulate himself, Rox was —

❝ mmghh.. It’s probably cold, or whatever.. ❞ Deep huffs, a paw reaching into his underwear and beginning to stroke away at his morning wood. ❝ I’m also surprised—huff—that you want… pizza of all things for breakfast.. ❞

He did have a good sleep, but he still hates waking up in the morning. The smaller held onto the larger dragon type, his snout buried in his pit. He’d much rather stay here than get up..

— I want you to ride me! I’m sure your throat wasn’t the only thing that missed me! ❞

— flop between Aeon’s breasts as Rox hugged the dragon’s head. He WAS lucky, getting the tits, ass, and most importantly, throat of a god to himself! Aeon could feel a throb between his chest as Rox spoke up. ❝ I don’t care… if you crush my lower torso… —

It’s difficult when your husband isn’t around to take care of your needs! Too busy taking care of the ground and ocean or whatever.. Slowly, his dick would retract from the other’s maw, leaving behind a thick trail of saliva that connected from both ends. It would —

— pump a massive load down the ruler’s throat. With his hold on his head, Rox made sure a single drop wasn’t wasted even while continuously pounding his throat.

— The more energy he put forth, the messier his dick became. It was slathered in a mix of pre and dragon saliva, which only got worse over time. ❝ A—Arceus, Aeon.. Your throat always feels like a fresh fleshlight, I just can’t get enough! ❞ He exclaimed, beginning to —

Assuming they’re lying down, Rox would reposition himself. His legs pressed into the dragon’s tits, allowing him to ram his shaft into Aeon’s maw more easily. Rox reeled his head back, his long tongue hanging out as his hips brutally clashed against the face of the ruler. —

— He may be the ruler of the skies, but around Rox, he’s both a husband and a living fleshlight, especially in regard to his throat.

Rox didn’t care all that much. And his ruler wants him to be ROUGH? If he wants rough, he’ll give him rouge. The dark type reached up and gripped the two long, upper horns of the dragon type, using them as leverage as he SLAMMED his shaft down his royal throat. —

— loving from the maw of the ruler.

❝ Even if I DO, would you complain? SURELY not. ❞ Biting down around his areola. Rox really wanted to drive the point in that these tits belonged to him. If the deity desired his seed strongly, then why not move to the next phase? His dick could use some warm, wet —

— Back to nursing he goes. God, he loves his husband’s body.. Fit for a deity like himself..

❝ Huh— Oh, like.. ❞ He took a pause from slurping to wipe at his mouth, disconnecting the saliva trail between his lips and the sky ruler’s bud. ❝ Probably eleven inches to a foot now. Hard to hide it, honestly.. But if it’s enough to give you eggs, then I’m set! ❞ —