𝘾𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙠𝙚́𝙢𝙤𝙣.

She’ll….be resting here tonight. Come tomorrow she’ll tend to things. For now, the former Sword is making herself plenty comfortable and listening intently - cracking a light smile at what she hears.

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Coated in sweat. Aching from head to toe. Muscled midsection swollen. Never. In three hundred years of life. Has she ever experienced someone that’s left her so utterly exhausted and collapsed. Arms laid across her body to hold them in close and firm. Head resting on ground.

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- arms that grasped the witch squeezed her a little tighter and shifted the way they held her…enough that Bellona could stuff the fae’s head in between sweat-licked breasts, buried into them with an easily escapable shove. “ Hmf. Made such a mess of me…my turn next time… “

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- in the wake of it all? Bellona barely had the strength to lift her arms up and lay them over the fae’s back, squeezing her in a firm embrace…cuddling her against the Sword’s body. “ hhh…hhhah…hhouh…that… was…amazing… “ As senses slowly returned to her being the -

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Were it the end of that preparation round perhaps Bellona could have. There could have been an instance of her strength serving to take revenge on the fae for this almost humiliating process of overwhelming pleasure. But as she was - swollen with an egg and body still shaking -

ㅤ ㅤThere it was , that sense ㅤof warmth that washed ㅤover like a blanket fresh ㅤout the drier . ㅤSenses growing dull as ㅤthe weight of their union ㅤfinally crashed against ㅤthe mind , drawing now ㅤswollen lips to gradually ㅤpull back . ㅤ

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- firm make proving resilient against it but the desperate pulling breeding further depravity all the same. “ GHHMMHHNN…~🤎 “

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- within her womb. Firm, toned abdomen was given an obscene appearance - rounded out by the egg within her core, the feeling getting an equally confused and aroused cry to rumble against fae lips. And to make it all worse was the sudden pressure applied to proud horns, their -

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Most everything in this experience had been new. Wholly unknown to the Terrakion, subjecting herself to pleasure at the hands of a Pokémon weaker than her. But none was so unknown or so unexpected as the sensations that flooded through her at the witch’s loss of inhibition.

ㅤ ㅤLet Wanda lose herself ㅤto the moment just this ㅤonce , regardless of the ㅤconsequences . ㅤEven if it wouldn't find a ㅤfertile home to house it , ㅤin this moment surely ㅤa sensation like this dared ㅤto bypass any thought . ㅤAn instinct native to all . ㅤ

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- thin.

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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #２２０( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )@InDeathWeRot

No, suppose she isn’t. But it’s not fair to compare with a gap so large, now is it? For one of the trickster foxes, Unovan or not, she has a body that the former Sword can respect. If she believes she has something to accuse Bellona of, she’d best be blunt before patience runs -

⠀ Yet, compared to one of the Sacred Trio, she's surely not too impressive, especially compared to a mountain. She is odd though, most Hisuian-Zoroark are special attackers, but she's more physically inclined. Still... she seems to be ' admiring ' rather intently. ⠀

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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #２２０( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )@InDeathWeRot

Can’t say she’s ever been called a ‘bison’ before. That’s new. She likes admiring others with fair strength to show - and it seems to her the fox has plenty to show off.

⠀ There's a certain Unovan horned bison that seems to be interested in her rarer... carnal traits. Yet, she isn't exactly disinterested in such. 💭 ⠀

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- innermost reaches, threatening its presence against the Legendary’s infertile core. This would be thoroughly remembered, to be sure. Bellona couldn’t forget this endeavor if she were to try…as absentminded as she was now.

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- almost completely in vain thanks to the grip that closed against her horns, interrupting any and all thought with twitching need and kiss-muffled groaning. “ Ghhmn…~ “ Firm abdomen had begun to roll with soft motions as the claw’s center pressed itself to her -

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- in a squirming semi-rhythm…until they, too were snatched up in the invisible hands. Having her large legs lifted up from the ground to further helplessness caused claws to more firmly anchor themselves for some kind of firmness amidst the mess addling her mind. An effort -

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In hindsight - obeying may have been a mistake. Maybe. It yielded unseen touches on the most sensitive specks within each scar. Further teasing and tugging upon stiffened nipples. Each action coaxed a writhing reaction from the pinned Terrakion, legs shifting back and forth -

ㅤ ㅤEvery image another lesson , ㅤevery moan proof of their ㅤvalidity . ㅤMoves once meant for the ㅤterms of combat had now ㅤbeen repurposed for the ㅤsake of satiating another ㅤin the bedroom began to ㅤmanifest . ㅤExpansive Force , a familiar ㅤtouch . ㅤ

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As commanded, everything was shown. And while it was, she continued to writhe in pleasure of the acts currently performed upon her.

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- all over fairy figure. The instruments used as handles…cracked for disobedience…even shattered. Many other fantasies pushed back and forth just as well. Some resulting in new scars and bruises. Some leaving Bellona without thought. Some turning the tables on the witch.

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Show everything? Oh, Arceus. Such a lust-addled mind. Such a powerful command. There was no more resisting or attempting stoicism at this point. Within seconds of the demand a cascade of Bellona’s thoughts came forth to answer. Messy images. Shrieking thoughts. All immensely -