Watching him approach, the Fairy-type silently studies him, only smiling moments later as she lifts him up with her third appendage. Seems he'll just have to share his name later. Delphi has... other business on her mind-

Witch tiddy-

S o n- Happily hugs the prince back, forcing the poor boy's head into her ample bosom. It's been a bit since she's seen the Gallade. Certainly a nice change of pace!

《▪︎》Sorry for the silence, everyone! Gonna try to get to DMs and such hopefully tonight! Also, while it's not finished, I made a Cynthia muse! For anyone who'd prefer a human fuckbuddy to a Pokémon one- 💕

~⭐

Needless to say, he adores spending time with 𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖎 ♀️, a sweetheart like her loving him /this/ much makes him thankful she sees him as her mate~💖

《▪︎》I have two weak spots as far as muses I like to interact with. Knotted canines and softer male human muses- Mmnf 💕

Send the Witch a mate pls. Send tweet-

Eyes the cute doggo with lustful intent- P e r f e c t.

Delphi pulled her dress down, biting her lower lip. This should help him catch the hint-

She will be sure to remind him of said promise. Besides, if her trainer wanted her milk, wouldn't it be easier to just breastfeed him? He's her adopted human, after all-

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭... Seeing as he's essentially her trainer, and she's already giving him her milk- Maybe she can request another 'mating session'? Either way, she's getting one. Either he gives her eggs now, or she'll coax some from him later~ 💕

Such a tough decision... How many eggs can he give her before he's milked dry?-

Sounds like the perfect time to fluster him further. Cue the witch flashing him-

What's stopping the stud canine? She bends over the nearest fence, wiggling her hips. She's eager to help him release a half-dozen times~

A soft coo left the Fairy-type, pushing her hips back against him, forcing the rest of his length into her warm, slick embrace. It felt so good to have her mate deep inside her again, helping to fuel her desire for him.

While somewhat caught off guard by the sudden smooch, the witch was far from unwilling to reciprocate. It just wouldn't be fair to the prince! Parting her lips for him, she met his tongue with hers, using her hat's arm to guide one of his hands to her chest.