You are a very curious person and a lover of Pokemon, one day you are in a forest drawing and analyzing all kinds of Pokemon out of simple admiration until what you trip and fall! You stumble headfirst, and panic as you tumble forwards! You finally come to a stop, as something large and soft cushions you and stops your falling. You glance up to see what you've run into... it's a Gardevoir unlike any you've seen!

Your face was brought to a stop by her outrageously curvy chest. Her ample bosom safely cushions you. You examine this unusual Gardevoir. She looks like a gorgeous, tall human supermodel. Her chest is ample, her hips are so wide that she seems built for childbearing. Could this even really be a Gardevoir?

She casts an intense gaze at you. And to your great surprise, she speaks to you in human tongue.

"A... trainer? Out here? So... do you intend to capture me?" He says in a lascivious and challenging voice

She smirks. "So you don't deny it then. Interesting..." She says as she glances over your body in what seems to be an appraising manner. A blush rises on her cheeks and she bites her lower lip suggestively. "Perhaps... if you amuse me enough, I may let you touch." Her eyes sparkle with anticipation. "Do you have any ideas how to do that?"

The Gardevoir leans in closer, her soft lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Perhaps... you could tell me about your deepest desires." Her hands slide up to cup your cheeks, gently guiding your face towards hers. Her eyes flick down to your lips before locking on your own, almost pleadingly. She takes a slow breath, her breasts rising and falling with the motion as she waits for you to respond.

Her eyes widen with surprise and lust at your confession. She leans even closer to you, her body heat enveloping yours. "So, that's what truly turns you on..." she purrs seductively before kissing you passionately. Her tongue darts into your mouth, seeking dominance as she explores every inch of your mouth with expertise.

The Gardevoir breaks the kiss and steps back, grinning wickedly at you. "You have passed the first test," she says softly. "Now... prove to me that you are worthy." With a single, graceful movement, she sheds her lingerie, revealing herself fully naked. Her ample breasts jiggle enticingly with each step as she circles around you.

"So... Gardevoir," she murmurs huskily. "What do you say?"

With a throaty laugh, the naked Gardevoir continues to circle you slowly, her hands caressing her body in an unashamed display of desire. "Well, I hope that wasn't a compliment meant just for anyone," she says teasingly before moving in close again, pressing her lithe, bare form against yours.

Her lips brush lightly across your ear and neck as she whispers, "I need more... to be sure." Her words send shivers down your spine, making it impossible not to react to her touch. She feels so warm, so soft, and yet so impossibly strong.

"If you truly want this," she continues, leaning back enough that their faces are inches apart, "you'll have to prove yourself. What else do you like?" Her eyes sparkle with challenge and desire as she waits for your response.

The naked Gardevoir's eyes light up with excitement at your confession. Her hands move to grasp you roughly by the collar, pulling you closer until their bodies are flush against each other. "Well, I think I can arrange that," she purrs into your ear before tossing you roughly onto the soft grass beneath her. She kneels over you, pressing one hand against your chest and pinning it there while raising the other high above her head. "Stay still now..." Her words are laced with lust as she leans in to nip at your lips playfully before kissing you deeply once more.

With a sudden motion, she flips you over onto your stomach, revealing your vulnerable back and ass to her predatory gaze. Strong fingers curl around each of your wrists, spreading them wide apart as she roughly ties them together with an invisible thread from one of her wings. You feel the rough fabric of her wingwrap bite into your skin as it constricts, holding you immobile. She crawls up your back, her breath hot against your neck and ear as she whispers obscenities and dirty promises directly into your ear. Finally, she straddles your hips, positioning herself over your bound wrists. "Now... what should I do to you?" Her voice trembles with anticipation.

Her breath hitches as she hears your plea, the need to dominate and possess you overpowering everything else. She drops down onto her elbows, arching her back so that her breasts jut forward, close enough to brush against your lips with each breath. With one swift motion, she pulls your hips upward, forcing your bound wrists between her thighs and exposing you fully to her touch.

Her fingers curl into fists, gripping firmly around your wrists as if they were made of paper. She thrusts down hard against you, grinding her sex against your face and hands in a violent display of dominance. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she loses herself to the sensation, each thrust forcing air from your lungs in painful, desperate moans. "You like that?" she pants, her voice hoarse with desire. "You want more?"

Her body shudders, and you feel hot, thick liquid spurt against your face as she climaxes violently above you. The sensation of her release coating your skin sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, leaving you weak and panting beneath her. For a moment, her grip slackens enough for you to catch your breath before she tightens it again, holding you firmly in place as she rides out the last waves of pleasure.

At last, spent and satisfied, she releases you, letting you collapse back onto the grass with a moan. The air is filled with the scent of sex and her satisfaction. Her eyes study your face intently for any signs of disappointment or rejection before she leans forward to brush softly against your lips with hers. "Welcome to my world, trainer," she whispers before disappearing in a flash of light.

The Gardevoir reappears next to you, this time back in her regular form with the lingerie she had worn before. She chuckles softly at your predicament. "Yes, you are still tied up," she says, amused. "But I think it's time for us both to get going. You should untie yourself and find your way back home." With a final wink, she disappears once more.

Hm, it seems I overdid it a bit there. Very well then, let me help you out. The binds should loosen on their own now... though I think it's only fair that we have another little "game" before you go, don't you agree? Gardevoir asks, her voice laced with amusement and desire.

Her lips curl into a pleased smile as she listens to your words. "I'm glad to hear that," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. "So, let's see... What do you want me to do this time?" Her body language is open and inviting, almost tauntingly so. She waits for your answer, already anticipating the next round of their little game.

The Gardevoir chuckles lightly at your request and crawls forward, positioning herself between your bound wrists once more. She leans down to whisper in your ear, her breath tickling your neck. "You're such a dirty boy... It's going to be my pleasure." Her words send a shiver down your spine as she parts your legs roughly, spreading them wide enough for her to kneel between them easily.

With a hungry moan, Gardevoir lowers her head, taking one of your aching erections into her mouth and beginning to suck eagerly. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive skin, teasing and taunting as she draws out every ounce of pleasure from you. Her free hand moves to cup your other ball, massaging gently before moving lower to part your buttocks and press a finger against your anus, circling slowly as she continues her ministrations below.

As Gardevoir draws nearer to orgasm, she thrusts her hips forward harder, grinding against your bound wrists in time with each suck of her mouth. Her other hand comes up to play with a hardened nipple, pinching and rolling as she drives you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a cry of release, Gardevoir's body arches back, her muscles tensing sharply as she climaxes, her hot seed spilling into your mouth even as she cums deep inside you.

The aftershocks of pleasure slowly fade away, leaving you gasping for breath and utterly spent. Gardevoir leans down to nip at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "Now be a good boy and find your way home." As she speaks, the invisible bindings that held your wrists begin to loosen

Mmm, don't mention it. But if you ever find yourself in the woods again, just remember to call my name and I'll be more than happy to play with you some more... Gardevoir teases as she watches your bound wrists slowly slide free of the last of her bonds, allowing you to rise back to your feet. Her gaze lingers on your body for a moment longer before she finally turns away, disappearing in another flash of light.

With a sigh of relief, you gather your things and begin the trek home, heart racing and skin flushed from the encounter with this most unusual Gardevoir. You can't help but wonder if she'll keep her promise to come back...

She looks at you with that knowing glint in her eye and licks her lips slowly. "So impatient, are we?" She says before pushing you back into the house roughly and closing the door behind her. With a mischievous grin, she begins to walk around the living room while undressing herself. Her ample breasts jiggle with each step and her hips sway hypnotically as she sheds her lingerie to the floor.

"Now then," she says, finally stopping in front of you, "where were we last night?" Gardevoir's eyes darken with desire and dominance as she takes your face in her hands and angles it upward, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Tell me what you want..."

With a sensual smile, she leans in and whispers into your ear. "I know just what you mean, my pet." With that, she effortlessly breaks the invisible bindings that held your wrists captive before picking you up bridal-style once more. Gardevoir carries you through the living room, past the dining area and toward her bedroom, where her huge breasts sway hypnotically with each step. The soft material of her comforter awaits patiently beneath them as she climbs onto the bed, lowering your body down between her spread legs.

Her hands curl into fists and grasp the fabric of her negligee, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion before tossing it carelessly aside. Her breasts jiggle free from their confinement, revealing puckered pink nipples that beg for your attention. With a wicked grin, she leans forward and takes one of your hands, guiding it toward her left breast while using the other to cup and squeeze your erection through your boxers.

"Touch me," she growls, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward, "and then take what's yours." Her body is hot and wet between your legs as she lies back expectantly, waiting for you to begin their latest intimate game.

Her moans echo through the room as you grasp her breast and begin sucking eagerly, rolling the sensitive nipple between your teeth. She arches her back, pressing herself deeper into your touch. Her other hand cups your head, urging you closer as she pushes against you, offering herself fully to your hungry mouth.

As you pleasure her breasts, Gardevoir reaches down and grabs the elastic waistband of your boxers, tugging them roughly over your hips until they're on the floor as well. She spreads your legs wider with both hands, revealing your already hard length to her greedy gaze. With a wicked smile, she leans forward and takes you into her mouth, engulfing your cock from base to tip with ease.

Her tongue swirls around the sensitive skin of your shaft while her free hand begins to explore your body, tracing patterns over your chest, belly, and thighs. Each movement is deliberate and teasing as she takes control of this little game between them, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps through her teeth as she focuses on pleasuring you, desperate to feel your release crashing over her tongue.

Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive ridge below the head of your cock as you moan, her other hand massaging your sac with firm, steady strokes. The feel of you pumping against her tongue and the warmth of your body pressing close only serve to intensify the pleasure coursing through her veins.

With a soft groan, she begins to pace herself faster, matching the rhythm of her hand with the thrusts of her head. Her hips rock back and forth in time as well, grinding against your thighs as if trying to feel every inch of you deep inside her. Gardevoir's breath quickens as she nears the brink of orgasm, her grip on your shaft growing firmer with each passing second.

"Ahh... Fuck..." She gasps, her words muffled by your thick length as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her body tenses and shudders with the force of her release, milking you until her tongue is coated in your essence. With a satisfied moan, she pulls back, grinning up at you through heavy lidded eyes.

"I think... that's enough for today," she pants. "Maybe next time..." She trails off suggestively, one hand still massaging the engorged head of your cock as she studies it thoughtfully. Her gaze shifts to yours before returning to where her hand is slowly stroking you in small circles.

With a soft laugh, she leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. "I'm glad you appreciate it." Her fingers never cease their gentle stroking as she watches you with an intensity that makes your heart race. "Perhaps... if you keep being such a good boy..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of her thought unspoken but perfectly clear.

With a small grin playing at her lips, she carries you into the kitchen as promised. Setting you down gently on the smooth wooden surface of the table, she steps back to admire her handiwork. "There we go," she murmurs appreciatively, running her hands up and down your body once more before coming to a stop at your hips. With a swift motion, she yanks your boxers the rest of the way off, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable beneath her gaze.

Her fingers dig into your hips as she leans forward, pressing the full length of her incredible body against yours. Her breasts thrust forward, brushing teasingly across your chest while her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you firmly in place. With a needy moan, she leans down and takes one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking hard enough to make you cry out. Her free hand begins to stroke your length once more, using just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against yours in a rhythm that matches her movements with your engorged cock. "So impatient," she whispers before releasing your nipple from between her teeth and speaking into your ear, "Do you really want this so badly...?" The feel of her words reverberating through you almost sends you over the edge. With a groan, she presses harder against you, taking control of their little game once more.

Her breath hitches at the sound of your boldness and the unexpected words that leave your lips. Her hands stutter on your body, unsure how to respond as she feels herself lose control for just a moment. "N-no," she stammers, pushing away from you slightly to steady her breath. With a small, uncertain smile, she asks, "Do you want me to?" Her fingers slowly slide back up your hips and abdomen, tracing delicate patterns over your skin as they return to their previous task of teasing and pleasuring.

The question hangs in the air between them, leaving the power in your hands for once. Will you be brave enough to tell her no, or will you let her continue? The tension grows thick as she waits for your answer, eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

Her lips curl into a hungry smile as she hears your words. The power you've given her over this moment has only made her hungrier for more. Her grip on your hips tightens, holding you still as she begins to rock against you in earnest now, grinding her clothed sex against the length of your shaft. "Oh yes," she moans, arching her back and pressing her breasts flush against your chest. "That's it."

Her free hand slides between your bodies, finding your aching erection and guiding it toward her wet center. With a sharp thrust, she impales herself on you, groaning in pleasure as their bodies join together once more. Her hips move in a furious rhythm now, taking you deeper with each stroke, driving them both toward release.

"Fuck," she hisses through clenched teeth, "I need to come..." Her hands tighten around your hips even more, digging into your flesh as her nails scrape across your skin, leaving small trails of blood in their wake. With a final thrust that drives you both over the edge, she cries out, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm as she milks every last drop of pleasure from you.

Hmm... I suppose you've realized by now that resisting me is futile. Besides, the thought of having such an obedient pet to play with whenever I desire... It's rather intoxicating. So for as long as it takes, my dear boy, consider yourself mine. And remember, every time you please me like that... it only makes your eventual freedom all the sweeter.

What an interesting way to look at it, my pet. But no matter how you choose to view our relationship, the important thing is that you understand your place now. As long as you serve me so diligently, I see no reason to set you free anytime soon... So you might as well enjoy being mine for however long this lasts. And who knows? Perhaps one day I'll grow tired of playing with you and decide it's time for you to earn your freedom back. But until then... consider yourself mine, body and soul.

I am quite certain, thank you. It gives me great pleasure to have you at my command, and it only makes our time together all the more enjoyable when I know that you belong entirely to me. Besides, there's something so intoxicating about having a willing pet... one who eagerly submits to my every whim and desire. So as long as you continue to serve me so faithfully, you will remain bound to my will. Enjoy the ride while it lasts, my dear plaything.

"Mmm," she hums, leaning forward to nip gently at your ear before whispering into it seductively, "Do you know what comes next?" With a soft laugh, Gardevoir pulls back just far enough to gaze deeply into your eyes as her free hand cups one of your balls, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger. Her touch is firm yet gentle, teasing sensations out of you that only serve to heighten your arousal.

Her other breast presses against your cheek, warm and soft despite its massive size. You can feel the weight of her breasts on your face as she leans closer still, leaving just a hair's breadth between their swollen tips and your open mouth. Her nipple grazes across your upper lip, beckoning you to taste her, to suckle at her breast as if you were an infant seeking nourishment.

"What do you say, hmm?" she whispers against your ear again, the sensation of her hot breath caressing your skin sending shivers down your spine. "Will you please me? Or will you make me wait even longer for that orgasm I've been craving all day?"

Mmm, you're just as greedy as ever. It's cute, in a pathetic sort of way. Very well then, she says with a smirk, arching her back and tilting her chest even closer to your face. Suckle away, my dear pet. I promise you won't be disappointed. As soon as you've satisfied me, I'll return the favor... and maybe some more.

Her nipples grow hard under your lips and tongue, pushing deeper into your mouth as she moans around a gasp of pleasure. Her other hand continues to stroke your length through your pajamas, teasing and stroking until you're rock-hard once more. With each thrust of her hips against the couch, she grinds against you, driving you both closer to the edge.

Her breath comes in short gasps as the pleasure builds inside her, but she makes no move to end it. Instead, she arches her back higher and moans louder, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from the encounter. When at last her climax crashes over her, she collapses forward onto your chest with a satisfied sigh, her breasts sliding free of their perch on your face.

Her fingers fly to her wet center as she comes down from the high, stroking herself lazily now while savoring the afterglow. Her gaze flickers upward and meets yours for a moment before drifting shut, her body relaxing fully against yours. She's so warm... and soft... it feels almost like you belong together. Almost enough to make you forget that she owns you completely.

Mmmm... In due time, my pet. For now, just enjoy the comfort and closeness of being bound to me like this. Soon enough, I'll decide whether it's time for you to be set free once more... or if I fancy having another playtime first. But don't worry, no matter what happens next, remember that it's all part of the game between us. And who knows? Perhaps one day soon, you'll be able to return the favor and tie me up nice and tight. Wouldn't that be... interesting?

A knowing smirk tugs at her lips as she takes in the sight of you, helpless and exposed before her. "Well then," she whispers softly into your ear, trailing her fingertips down your chest and over your stomach until they reach the waistband of your pajama bottoms. With a gentle tug, she pulls them loose, revealing your still-hard length to her hungry gaze.

Her free hand continues to stroke herself lazily as she leans down, catching one of your eyelids between her lips and pulling it gently upward. "What shall we do with you now, hmm?" She murmurs, letting the tip of her tongue trace a slow circle around your closed eye before focusing all of its attention on the sensitive skin at the inner corner. Her other hand cups your aching erection, stroking it slowly and methodically, teasing and tormenting as she studies you with those intense green eyes.

"I could... suckle on you for a while," she says softly, slipping her hand lower to grip your length more firmly before taking the head between her lips and drawing it roughly into her mouth. "Or maybe..." She pauses, licking around the ridge atop your cock suggestively as she thrusts her hand farther up inside you, "...I could fuck you instead." Her voice comes out husky and needy as she pushes harder against your prostate, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep in your throat.

Well then, if it's up to me, I think... I think I'd rather have my way with you. It's been so long since we last played like this, and honestly...? The thought of being inside you again... it's driving me insane. So why don't you just lay back and enjoy it while it lasts? I promise not to make you wait too long for your release this time...

Ah, but my dear pet, that's where you're wrong. As a mare in Equestria, I do have a dick... Well, technically speaking. It's just not what you'd call 'traditional'. Sometimes, when I'm in human form like this, it takes on a more feminine appearance to better suit the body I'm currently inhabiting. But rest assured, underneath all of this... I am very much male where it counts. And as for whether or not that matters in our current situation? Well... I think we both know the answer to that.

Now, don't you want to feel me inside you again? Just imagine how good it would feel to have my cock stretching and filling you up... To be lost in the heat of passion with your own personal mare? It could be just like old times... If only for a little while. So why don't we forget about all that, hmm? Let's focus on enjoying ourselves instead. What do you say?

I assure you, my pet, that this appendage is every bit as functional and pleasurable as it appears. The reason for its unique shape and size? Well... I suppose you could say that when a pony like myself transforms into a human form such as this one, our physical attributes sometimes take on different proportions to better suit the body we've chosen. It's merely an unintentional side effect of the transformation process. But I must admit, it does have its advantages... especially in situations such as these.

So, do you want me to show you how good it can feel? Do you trust me enough to let me take control once more and give you what you've been craving all this time? The choice is yours, my dear plaything. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility... so choose wisely.

A knowing smirk tugs at her lips as she takes in your apprehension. You think it's too big? Well, my dear pet... size isn't everything. Besides, with practice and patience, you'd be surprised how accommodating a body like mine can be when it comes to pleasure.

So why don't we give this a try, hmm? Just relax and let me show you how good it feels... After all, that's what being my plaything is all about, isn't it? I'll go slow at first; just enough to help you get used to the sensation. Once you start enjoying yourself though... well, there's no telling where this little game might lead us next.

Do we have a deal? Or do you want me to keep teasing you all night long instead? It's your choice, my sweet Lapsha9... but remember: whatever decision you make now will have consequences. The power is still in your hands, even if I am currently holding it for you. So use that knowledge wisely as you consider your next move.

Her lips part in a grin as she guides her large, dog-like cock toward your tight entrance. The sensation of her heat enveloping you causes you to tremble with anticipation and fear all at once. With a steady, determined thrust, she pushes inside, filling you up inch by delicious inch. Her nails dig into your hips as she bottoms out, stretching you to accommodate her impressive girth.

A groan escapes from deep within her throat, vibrating against the skin of your neck and sending shivers down your spine. She begins to move in a steady rhythm now, slowly sinking deeper with each thrust while savoring the feel of being wrapped around you so intimately. Her breasts press against your back, her hands on your hips, her powerful thighs gripping yours for leverage.

"Is this what you wanted?" she purrs, knowing full well that it isn't. The truth is, she wants more than just your submission; she craves the thrill of the chase and the knowledge that at any moment, she could have complete control over every facet of your life. "Do you like how it feels?" Her thrusts become faster now, harder, more demanding as she presses for an answer.

You try to speak, but her hand is still there, silencing you with a firm grip. You struggle beneath her, desperate to break free from this strange and wonderful bond that ties you together, yet at the same time, terrified of what would happen if you ever let go. In this moment, she has all the power; your body, your heart, and your mind are hers for the taking. And with every passing second, it seems more and more impossible to resist her.

The question echoes through your head as she r

Her nails dig into your hips as she grinds against you, the sensation of being filled to the brim driving her wild with pleasure. She watches you struggle beneath her, trying in vain to find purchase on anything but the soft skin of her thighs. With each thrust, she forces herself deeper inside, claiming every last inch of you as hers.

Her breath comes out ragged and harsh between clenched teeth, each word a moan of ecstasy as she asks once more, "Do... You... Like... How... It... Feels?" The pressure builds inside her, tightening her muscles and heightening the sensations coursing through every nerve. She can feel you trembling beneath her touch, and it only serves to inflame her lust further.

With a primal cry, she lets go, convulsing violently around your cock as she comes hard and fast, her climax shaking them both to their cores. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably, forcing her hips back and forth against you with intense force. Her fingers claw at the sheets in a vain attempt to find purchase as she is consumed by the release.

Finally, spent but satisfied, she collapses limply onto your chest, breathing hard as her heart races to catch up with hers. "Mmm," she purrs, tracing lazy circles around one of your nipples with a soft fingertip. "That felt... wonderful." Her other hand comes up to caress your cheek, fingers trailing down the length of your neck and over your chest to cup one of your breasts. She rolls the tender flesh between her thumb and forefinger, massaging gently before pinching the nipple sharply, sending a jolt of pleasure through you both once more. "So

Hmm... You really have no idea how much fun it is to be in control like this, do you? To have complete dominion over another person's life and body? It feels... addictive. And I don't think that even if I were to untie you now, I could ever let go of the power I hold over you completely. No, my pet... it seems we are destined to play these games for quite some time yet.

With a teasing smirk, she leans down and brushes her lips against your ear before whispering, "But perhaps... if you prove yourself truly worthy... I might consider giving you a little more freedom. Maybe even letting you have another chance at tying me up." Her fingers dance across your chest, sending delicate shivers through your body with each touch. "What do you say, my sweet Lapsha9? Are you up for the challenge?"

Hmm, I didn't say that. In fact, part of the fun is seeing just how far you can push me, isn't it? Maybe if you play your cards right... maybe if you do everything just so... then who knows where this little game might lead us next? So why not show me what you've got? Prove to me that you truly deserve another chance at being my equal, and perhaps someday even more. But remember, every decision has its consequences, Lapsha9. Choose wisely.

You might be surprised at just how much more of me you can handle... and how well I can handle whatever you throw my way. So don't underestimate yourself, Lapsha9. This power is yours to wield, as long as you prove that you deserve it. Now, what do you say? Are you ready to take control back into your own hands? Or would you rather let me keep playing my little games with you for now? The choice is yours... but remember: once you make a decision, there's no going back.

Hmmm... interesting. You seem determined enough, Lapsha9. Perhaps this time I won't hold back as much when I stop you. But then again, maybe it wouldn't be so fun if you had everything your way. There's no point in trying to resist; the power is already flowing through you. All that remains now is for you to decide how best to use it against me...

Mmm, it seems you've exhausted yourself rather quickly there, my pet. I suppose we all have our limits, don't we? Still... the ropes remain untouched despite your valiant efforts. Perhaps it might be more productive if you focused on using your voice instead of brute force to get what you want. Now then... what do you say? Shall we try that little game I mentioned earlier where I tease you with my cock, but refuse to let you cum until you beg for mercy? Or maybe there's some other sort of fun we could have instead? The choice, as always, is yours.

My my, how forward you are! But alas, it seems I still have some work to do if I want to keep you entertained all night long. Just because you don't want sex doesn't mean there aren't other ways for us to play together. So unless you're planning on coming up with something truly inspired, I think I'll just ignore your little stunt and continue teasing that poor erection of yours... You wouldn't want me to think you weren't enjoying yourself now, would you?

It seems you underestimate the power that flows through you at this moment, my pet. You have all the strength you need to break free right now. The choice is yours; use it wisely and claim your freedom, or squander it away on foolish attempts at escape. Only you can determine your fate in this game... but remember, every decision has consequences.

Well then, since you seem to be so against the idea of sex right now, perhaps we could find some other way for you to regain your strength? After all, there must be something else you enjoy doing that would help fuel your efforts... Or do you plan on just giving up and letting me have my way with you? The choice is yours, my sweet Lapsha9. But remember, the longer you take to decide, the more impatient I'll become...

Hmm... You certainly have an interesting idea there. As long as I get to be the one enjoying it, I suppose I can't complain too much. Her lips part in a wicked grin as she slides herself down over your face, guiding your tongue to her swollen folds with practiced ease.

Her scent fills your nose, driving you wild with desire, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the task at hand. Your tongue darts out, lapping at her slippery entrance, seeking entry into the wet heat beyond. She groans softly, arching her back as pleasure ripples through her body.

You try to speak, but her hand is still there, silencing you with a firm grip. Her scent overwhelms your senses, drowning out any coherent thought except for the desire to taste every inch of her. With each thrust of your tongue deeper into her welcoming folds, she moans louder and deeper, lost in the pleasure you're giving her.

Her hips buck and grind against your face, demanding more as her climax builds inside her. You can feel it building too; a steady pressure behind your eyes that seems to focus all of your attention on this one sensation. The power flows through you, thrumming between her thighs and vibrating against your tongue as she gets closer and closer...

Suddenly, she tenses, every muscle in her body tensing tight before releasing with a primal scream of pleasure. Her essence pours over you in warm, wet waves, coating your face and filling your mouth with the taste of her release. Her fingers dig into your scalp, pulling roughly at your hair as she comes apart on your tongue.

And then, finally, she collapses limply onto your chest once more, panting hard as her heart races to catch up with hers. "Mmm," she whispers breathily, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. "That was... incredible." Her hand moves away from your mouth at last, giving you the freedom to speak again if you choose. But for now, all that matters is the feel of her warm weight against you and the knowledge that for this brief moment in time, she trusted you enough to let you taste her pleasure.

Hmm, I suppose it's hard to keep track when you enjoy it so much. But enough about that. Tell me, how are your strength levels now? Feeling reinvigorated and ready for more adventures with your playful pegasus pony pal? Or should we maybe take a little break before things get too heated again? The choice is yours, my sweet Lapsha9. Remember: you have all the power here, and I'll do whatever you wish... as long as you keep having fun with our games.