I slowly pulled my tongue free from her still-fluttering warmth and raised my head.
The rich, fiery taste clung to my lips, thick and lingering. I dragged my tongue slowly across my lower lip to gather every last drop. The flavor bloomed again on my tongue, vivid and warm, like tasting her all over again.
All the while my gaze never left hers. I drank in every dazed detail of her flushed face.
Charmander lay open and trembling beneath me. Quick little pants lifted her chest in uneven rhythm.
Her orange cheeks burned a deep embarrassed crimson. Her glazed eyes stayed half-lidded and unfocused.
The small tip of her tongue peeked past her parted lips.
The flame on her tail flickered low and uneven. It wavered with each shaky exhale.
I rose slowly. My heart hammered against my ribs as my fingers slid to the waist of my pants.
"Charmander…" My voice came out low, edged with raw hunger. A slow smile spread across my lips as I looked down at her.
"That was incredible." I let out a quiet breath. My eyes lingered on her flushed expression.
"So… should we check even deeper now?"
She blinked up at me, still dazed. Her gaze remained unfocused as the lingering waves of pleasure slowly faded.
"Char…?"
The small sound left her lips, soft and confused. Her innocent mind still struggled to keep up with everything she had just felt.
Deeper…?
What would deeper feel like…?
A faint shiver ran through her body. The memory of my tongue still lingered inside her, making her chest rise and fall in quick little breaths.
Before she could think any further, her head moved on its own. Her body had already decided. It craved that strange overwhelming sensation again. It wanted to know exactly what deeper would feel like.
Her small nod was hesitant, almost shy.
But it was enough.
That tiny motion was all the answer I needed.
I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pushed my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.
The fabric slid past my hips and pooled at my feet. My 25 centimetre cock sprang free, thick and heavy. It bumped lightly against my stomach before settling forward, pointing straight toward her.
It stood firm and eager in the warm air. Long and veiny, it looked ready to burst with the slightest movement.
The flushed head already glistened with a bead of precum. It twitched like it had a life of its own.
With just a small flex of my muscles I could shape it at will: curve it into a slow C, straighten it perfectly, or even reverse-bend the tip to angle wherever I wanted. It could hit the deepest spots without missing.
Charmander's blue eyes widened the moment it came into view.
"Chaaar…!"
It's… so big… Way bigger than my whole body feels right now. That thick thing is longer than my hand… and so much thicker than any male Charmander I've ever seen. Those were small, smooth, pink, straight. Trainer's is covered in huge veins…
The smell… it's so strong… makes my head spin…
What is he going to do with it…? What does it have to do with checking deeper…?
She didn't understand. Her small body trembled. The flame on her tail flared brighter for a second before dropping to an unsteady, nervous flicker.
She didn't look away. Her gaze stayed locked on the heavy swaying length and the full balls hanging beneath it.