For a while, the queen Gloom just played with your face under her squishy, squalid soles, forcing you to inhale their sweaty stench, but as night fell, she cane up with a devious idea.
She parted her feet from their rigid position on your face, letting you breath (relatively) fresh air for the first time in hours. You were about to beg for your Totodile back, but you were distracted by the fact that Gloom was shifting around in her throne. By the time you could get a clear view of her, she was sitting on her knees, bending over the edge of her seat to smile at you sultrily. A shiver ran down your spine at the sight of her lurid face; you knew she wasn’t planning anything good.
Suddenly, the royal plant-type Pokémon grabbed you by the fabric of your shirt, hoisted you up, and smashed her supple lips against yours. She managed to poke her tongue through your lips in the surprise, forcing a muted squeal out of you. She prodded and caress every little book and cranny of your mouth, swirling her tongue around your own, pumping her concentrated, flavorful spit onto your tongue, giving you the most intense kiss of your life so far. Even if you knew it was a Pokémon’s embrace you were getting off to (one that kidnapped your friend, for that matter), the sheer expertise displayed by your experienced captor left you moaning and weak in the knees.
Just as you begin to return the loving display, the Gloom broke off the kiss. You gave her a look of very noticeable disappointment, to which she chuckles and lays another, less intense peck on your lips. You gladly pres your own against hers, allowing some of her delicious,viscous spit to seep into your mouth. After a short moment, she breaks the kiss again, pressing a hand into your hair and rubbing the top of your head. Deprived of regular human contact as you were right now, you lean into the intimate contact, rubbing your head against her palm. She chuckles, gives you a loving look, and returns to a regular sitting position on her throne, sticking her moist soles back in her face.
Something was different about the experience this time; the sweaty, floral scent was less stinging to your nostrils now, and their smooth flesh was almost acting as a pillow itself, providing you some sleepy comfort whil you lie down and sniff. You feel yourself getting woozy, the combined effects of Gloom’s foot funk and saliva pulling you to the siren call of sleep. You continue to obediently huff the smell while you rest, your dreams influenced by images of the queen’s large, voluptuous feet, scrunching and flexing and coaxing you to obey...
Eventually, you awake with a start. Gloom was bending down and laying a wake-up smooch on you again, brushing her hands through your hair like you were a puppy. You shuddered at the sensual gesture, about to reciprocate when she parted from you again. Instead of just laying her feet on your face again, she scrunched her thick soles just above you, taunting and teasing you with their prominent wrinkles. As you stare into their all-encompassing visage, you feel...
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