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Cool mist lapped at her skin, a fog, perpetually coating the lake. This was not the first time she had come here, nor would it be the last. Mauve’s fingers dug into her own thighs, anxiety gripping her. Distantly, she heard a small splash. She stopped breathing momentarily, frozen with anticipation. Her own arousal was plainly visible, dripping onto the shallows beneath her. Another splash. Mauve gulped, releasing a repressed breath to try and slow her own heart rate, trying to listen for more movement, her own beating heart too loud to hear the gentle sounds.
The next splash came much closer than she was prepared for, directly to her left. The change in direction caught her off guard, and she turned her head suddenly. The dense white in front of her began to part, though her lover hadn’t appeared yet. Ripples in the water emanate from the direction, gently licking at her thighs. Her eyes fell upon the ripples, watching them slowly approach her, and noticing the other set coming from the other direction. Realization struck her immediately, and her head twisted, only to be greeted by a towering Pokemon standing over her.
Walking Wake growled quietly, the noise tightly wound up in pent up excitement. Mauve’s heart skipped a beat, and she smiled weakly at the imposing legend. A different, but not unwelcome thing licked at her skin; at the crook of her back Mauve felt a familiar cold tongue that made her eep in surprise. Suicune stood behind her, craning her neck down in order to lap at her. Suicune snickered, and pulled back, simply staring down at her. Mauve was left on her knees between the twin legendaries who made this lake their home, and she could barely contain her own embarrassment. Red washed over her face, and she leaned over to plant a kiss onto each of them. Suicune raised a paw, allowing the lady to politely kiss her. Walking Wake offered her hand in the same way. With courtesies exchanged, Mauve waited for the inevitable shift into their activities for the day.
The pair glanced at each other, an acknowledgement of planning between them, as they both turned around in long, twisting motions. Suicune's ribbons skimmed through the air, while Walking Wake’s tails did the same, and both of them raised their posteriors. Recognition shot through Mauve, and her excitement spiked. On each side of her, a thick, glistening sex. The divine protrusions throbbed visible in front of her, coated in a layer of wetness and need. Walking Wake’s pussy dripped down onto the water, the blue cunt slightly larger than Suicune’s, and slightly brighter. Suicune’s on the other hand was sharper, darker, and tighter- she knew from first hand (well, arm) experience. Their lust radiated off of them in heavy waves of heat, and Mauve took a deep breath.
Their scent made Mauve’s shoulders relax, a familiar and cloying musk that rushed into her. By the time she finished inhaling, Mauve realized her face was pressed against Suicune’s ass. She quietly rubbed her cheek up against the impossibly smooth and short fur, closing her eyes and running her tongue around the edge of Suicune’s need. Suicune’s body tensed up briefly, but immediately relaxed and pressed back against Mauve’s cheek. When Mauve opened her eyes again, she glanced to her other side in time to brace herself. Walking Wake pressed against Mauve’s face suddenly, completely trapping her between the two legendaries. Walking Wake’s deliciously soft cookie was as large as Mauve’s face, kissing half of her face as it ground against her.
Mauve held her breath, losing herself in the luscious pussies. Suicune briefly pulled away only so that she could kiss Mauve’s face with her cunt as well, leaving her on Cloud 9. Suicune crossed her front legs and rested on the lake, smiling quietly as she swapped between gently rubbing and a sudden, rough press. Whenever she did her sex squished against Mauve, coating her nectar that ran down her neck. Walking Wake’s thrusts backwards were much rougher, and at points Mauve was afraid her entire head may go inside. A wet noise of suction released when Walking Wake pulled back, giving Mauve her first breath of fresh air, tainted by the cloud of scents that jailed her. That brief respite was stolen when walking Wake slammed back against her, rocking Suicune’s body forward briefly- the legendary’s wet sexes were pressed so tightly against Mauve that they began to rub against one another, only ever at one side at a time.
Mauve’s mouth opened, her tongue desperately licking and cleaning everything in front of her. She pushed it deep inside one of them, and by flavor alone she could tell it was Walking Wake. The viscosity of her juices was thicker, too, and she reveled in the flavor. She twisted her head to lick at Suicune as well, planting kisses on anything she could, sucking on it as well. Mauve was completely at their mercy, utterly trapped in a prison that she never wanted to leave.
Time passed, but Mauve didn’t know how long, and the two legendaries pulled back at the same time. Her face was practically suctioned on to them, so more loud plop noises as she was finally released. Strings connected her to them still, ripes of spit and femcum that snapped one by one and fell down Mauve’s shoulder. Mauve felt hazy, her mind still reeling from the absolute intensity of the experience, her tongue haplessly left hanging out of her mouth. Finally able to breath, she took long breaths, falling forward onto her hands and knees panting. She ended her recovery with a gulp, turning to see the pair side by side, asses pressed against one another, with both of their needs fully shown to Mauve. Suicune even twisted to the side, making sure to press the sides of their lips against eachother, wet folds pressing against wet folds. Mauve had a sinking feeling that today’s activities were going to go far, far into the night.
As they had the day before, and as they would tomorrow.