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The man at the drink stand swallowed hard and tried not to let his eyes wander. It was an impossible task. The girl standing before him and perusing the menu was a stunning beauty, and her outfit seemed to demand his attention in a most inappropriate way. As her eyes tilted upward and to the side, reading off each line of the menu, his eyes tilted downward towards her chest.

She wore a khaki jacket; or at least, part of a jacket. It had a high collar, covering her neck, shoulders and arms, but cut off just below her breasts. Giving in to his male instincts, the man let his gaze linger there for a moment. The rounded bottom of her perky breasts poked out from beneath her jacket, making it clear that she wore nothing else underneath. It looked as if they could slip free at any time. The simple act of raising her arms would likely have caused the jacket to ride up even higher, revealing the pink of her nipples...

The man stood lost in his own thoughts for a moment before he realized that the girl was smirking at him. He averted his eyes, coughed, and blushed a deep red.

"Can I, um... what can I get for you?" he stammered, trying to recall his professional poise.

If she was offended by his wandering eye, she didn't show it. Instead she reached up and toyed with a small ornamental pokeball necklace strung around her neck, as if daring his eyes to move back down to her chest.

"I'll have a berry soda please," she said.

After paying for her soda and giving the vendor one last smile, the girl turned and strode off across the park where she was spending the afternoon. Her pack sat where she had dropped it across the length of a grassy field. It lay on the inclining slope of a small hill, along with the conspicuous figure that guarded it. The red and purple pokemon sat dozing in the sun, his bulky length half curled up in on itself.

Emery plopped herself down on the grass and leaned against the Scolipede. "Move over Machete, you're hogging all the sun," she said, elbowing him.

One yellow eye opened and regarded the trainer humorlessly. Then it closed again.

The girl rolled her own eyes and sighed. She cuddled up closer to her chitinous pokemon and let the sun soak into her skin. Her light brown hair fell down over her shoulders and across her chest in two bound tassels, leaving the pokeball necklace perched delicately between them. The khaki jacket which had attracted so much attention from the drink vendor fell loosely down around her breasts, hiding little. Below it was her reversed cleavage, followed by bare skin all the way down her stomach. A tiny pair of black shorts hugged her curvy hips, and suspenders that were more decorative than practical hung uselessly to the sides. Then bare, creamy thighs led to knee-high black boots. All in all, more of her body was uncovered than covered. She was young, fit, and proud of her body. Showing it off just felt right.

Setting the cold soda down in the grass beside her, Emery reached for the sketchbook lying underneath her pack. She pulled her knees up and propped the book on her thigh. A blank page stared back at her. Emery chewed on her lip as she thought about what to draw. Finding no inspiration, she sighed, picked up her pencil, and dragged the graphite point across the page indecisively. She scribbled lines back and forth, until little by little her scribbling began to take shape almost on their own. Lines curved and became circles, one smaller circle inside a larger one. Then more lines between the two circles, and more. Eventually, Emery decided that she was sketching a Whirlipede.

"Hey Machete, remember what you looked like this?" Emery said to her partner.

Machete's yellow eye opened again and he glanced down at the sketch paper Emery held up for his appraisal. She was not a good artist, she knew, but her scribble did look vaguely like a Whirlipede zooming across the top of the sheet. In the middle of the curled-up body segments, a big goofy eye stared back at the Scolipede. For a moment, the evolved pokemon had a battle of wills with the messy interpretation of his earlier form. Then his eye dragged its way towards Emery. He blinked, unamused.

Emery pouted at him. "I think it looks cute."

The Scolipede's eye shut and he returned to his nap.

Not one to be discouraged by negative peer review, Emery returned to sketching. Beside the Whirlipede, she began to doodle a cartoony Venipede. She smiled to herself as she recalled memories of Machete in his first form. Back then, she had been larger than him. Now that he was fully grown, the Scolipede towered over her slender frame.

After she'd finished the poorly rendered version of young Machete, Emery began to doodle other pokemon randomly. After the fifth, she set the sketchbook aside and picked up the soda. It was still cold. She popped the tab, stuck a straw into the bottle, and let the sweet fizzy drink dance over her tongue.

Roused by the distinctive sound of the soda being opened, Machete shifted behind her. His head swung around, eyes fully opened now that he'd decided there was something worthy of his full attention. The Scolipede stared intently at the drink.

"Scoli," he said gruffly.

"Mm-mm," Emery said, turning her shoulders away from him.

The pokemon nudged against her insistently. "Scolipede," he said.

Emery let the straw fall from between her lips. "No, you don't like my drawings, you don't get any soda," she scolded him. "Besides, you won't like the carbonation."

But the big pokemon would not relent. He rocked against her gently, his long, thick horns rubbing up against her in way of apology. It was a ploy, they both knew it. But finally, she took pity on her companion. Huffing, Emery held the soda out to him. The Scolipede caught the straw carefully in his mouth and began to suck.

After he'd had his fill, he pulled back and uttered a pleased "Scolipede!" Apparently he had not minded the carbonation after all.

"You owe me!" Emery said. She took another sip of the berry soda, then set the bottle down between her and Machete and returned to her doodles. "I'm gonna draw you for real this time. You'll like this one, okay?"

This time Emery focused hard on her drawing. Machete eyed the soda bottle for a moment, but he was well behaved enough not to poach another sip so soon, and his gaze quickly returned to Emery's sketchpad. She drew each line great care and determination until the lines began to take the unmistakable form of a Scolipede. The Scolipede on the paper was lounging much like the real Machete, only he was lying on his back with his little legs clutched tightly against his body. Machete twitched against Emery as she deliberately brought the tip of the pencil down to the drawn pokemon's lower body and began to scribble.

When she was done drawing, the Scolipede was sporting a rather massive erection. It stuck straight up the page and was obviously much, much larger than any penis realistically would be. Behind her, Machete looked at this extremely well endowed version of himself and made a clicking noise in approval.

Emery smirked. Boys were all the same, regardless of species, she thought to herself.

However disinterested Machete had been earlier, the lewd drawing had certainly drawn his full attention now. The pokemon brushed his head against Emery's hair affectionately. She turned her neck and planted a kiss on his chitinous head. Machete took the opportunity to dip his head lower. The pointed tip of his face nuzzled up against her breasts and, before Emery could shoo him away, pushed her tiny jacket up her chest ever so slightly. The girl quickly grabbed the hem of the garment and stopped him from going any further; already the pink circle of one areola peeked out from beneath the khaki fabric.

"Machete, not here," Emery whispered to her pokemon, but her deep breathing betrayed her excitement.

Pulling away from his trainer, Machete looked at her with his best impression of puppy dog eyes.

Emery sighed. She looked around carefully. They were not alone in the park, but there was nobody else nearby, and with her legs up it was doubtful that anyone would see anything out of the ordinary. After another moment of hesitation, Emery hooked her fingers underneath the lip of her jacket and pulled it all the way up, revealing her pert breasts and hardened nipples.

Machete gazed down at them from above, admiring their perfection. His head lowered down towards them and poked against one nipple playfully. Emery closed her eyes and pressed the sensitive bud up against him. Then the feel of his hard chitin was gone, replaced by the wet warmth of his thick tongue. It dragged across her breasts lasciviously, leaving a trail of saliva where it snaked around her pink nub, squeezing and licking. There was a wetness between her legs, too; Emery was quite aroused now.

But not too aroused to forget where they were.

Biting her lip, she kissed Machete on the head again and whispered to him. "When we get home, okay?"

At first Machete ignored her. He pulled his long tongue back into his mouth, then placed his mouth directly onto Emery's breast, sucking hungrily at her tit. Emery moaned, a little too loudly, and blushed. She didn't want Machete to stop, but it had to wait. She pushed him away forcefully and pulled her jacket down over her breasts again.

"Let's finish our drink and head back." Her voice trembled slightly in excitement.

Emery took a few more sips of the berry soda, then offered Machete the last of the bottle as she slipped her sketchbook back into her pack and got ready to leave. She rose, brushing herself off, and looked around the park, half expecting to see people staring at them. When she didn't see anyone, she threw her pack onto Machete's back and gave him a pat on the head. The large Scolipede unwound his segmented body and stretched. Now that he was no longer lying down, Machete was several feet taller than his trainer. She laid a hand on his chitinous body and smiled up at him.

The promise of what awaited at home had permanently erased all of the drowsiness the Scolipede had displayed earlier. To make sure he didn't forget, Emery walked in front and put an extra swing into each step. Machete followed along cheerfully, his eyes never leaving the sight of his trainer's lithe body and her hips swaying back and forth.

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She'd left the lights dimmed; it always felt more romantic that way, even if it was bright daylight outside. Emery's Krookodile and Exploud were nowhere to be seen. They were probably outside playing or napping. It was just her and Machete.

The trainer was pressed up against the wall of her bedroom, pinned there by Machete's bulk. The purple claws running up the length of the Scolipede's neck rubbed the sides of her body. With any other Scolipede, she'd be terrified of the poison they could inject, but when she was with Machete she felt safer than anywhere else. Panting lightly, Emery laid a gentle kiss against the pokemon's dark grey underside. She tilted her head and looked up at Machete's, held just above hers.

"Machete..." she whispered.

The girl lifted herself up on her tiptoes and strained to reach the Scolipede's head, but he was too tall. Carefully, the pokemon backed away from her and hunched his long neck down so that she could reach. Caressing his cheek with one hand, she pressed her lips against the curved tip on his head. Then she was searching for his mouth with hers. When she found it, their tongues entwined; hers small and darting, his long and thick. It was an intimate kiss shared between long time lovers.

When the kiss broke, Emery placed her hands on Machete's neck and pushed him away gently. The Scolipede shuffled back some, giving her space, but she stayed with her back pressed up against the wall seductively. Her knee-high boots previously removed, Emery stood there in only her khaki jacket and black shorts. The girl placed her hands on her bare stomach and moved them up underneath her jacket to cup her own breasts. Then she let her hands slide down the slides of her slender body and along the curve of her hips until her thumbs found the waistband of her tight black shorts. With her eyes locked on Machete, Emery pushed the shorts down her legs slowly until she could step out of them. She tossed them aside and stood with her back against the wall again. Even in the dim light, the lips of her exposed vagina glistened with lubrication.

Emery tugged at one of her hair tassels and spread her legs slightly. She whispered to her pokemon again. "Want to use that tongue of yours, Machete?"

Machete moved with surprising speed, his head and neck diving low. Emery shrieked and laughed in surprise as the pokemon buried his face between her legs. Then she felt her feet being lifted off of the ground by the hooked tip of Scolipede's face, the weight of her small body nothing compared to his strength. She shivered at the thrill of it. Once he had hoisted her up to a height that was more comfortable for him, he relaxed. Emery grabbed onto Machete's horns and held herself propped between his face and the wall, several feet up.

Then he Scolipede got to work in earnest, rubbing his hard carapace against the sensitive folds of her pussy. Feminine juices splashed onto his chitin and streaked down Emery's legs as her arousal intensified. When the tip of his head found her clit, she moaned softly. Her legs, dangling in the air, clamped down around the sides of Machete's face, as if inviting him to explore deeper. It was an invitation he took. Moments later, the feel of his hard carapace combined with that of his tongue, soft and wet. It snaked out of his mouth and parted her labia. Emery threw back her head and hissed; her hips tried to push forward instinctively, but pinned between him and the wall, there wasn't much room for her to maneuver.

"Unnh, Machete!" Emery whispered. She squeezed his horns tightly.

He was an expert with his tongue. It probed deep inside of her, twisting and turning with a dexterity that no human could match. Emery shuddered as it explored her most sensitive inner depths. Her thighs flexed against Machete's head, and she yanked on his horns without even realizing she was doing it. The girl's reactions excited the Scolipede, inspiring him to tongue her pussy more fervently. Slick feminine juices, sweet and tangy, poured out of her around Machete's tongue now, and he took her taste in gratefully.

While Machete's tongue did its work, Emery had managed to find her stride on top of him. She couldn't thrust the way her body naturally wanted to, but she found that if she gyrated her hips, her tiny little clit would grind against Machete's face in a way that sent electricity coursing through her body. Still gripping the pokemon's horns with one hand, Emery moved her other hand beneath her jacket again, squeezing and pinching her nipples in rhythm with the gyration of her hips and the back-and-forth plunging of Machete's tongue. A high-pitched whine grew in the back of her throat, rising in intensity as the flames of passion boiled over within her body.

When her orgasm hit, it hit hard. Her whole body tensed up, and she clung to her Scolipede's face for dear life. The whine became a yell, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. The walls of her pussy squeezed down on Machete's tongue, which he thrust even deeper inside of her. Lubrication squirted out her liberally and splashed against the pokemon's face. Emery was trying to say something now, and although she couldn't form words, Machete knew she was asking for more. He did his best to give it, tongue working its way in and out amidst her spasms, his head moving side to side, mashing it against her clit now that she could no longer control her hips.

Caught between the wall and her large Scolipede, Emery's orgasm lasted for several minutes.

Finally, her body went limp, and Machete knew it was time to let her down. He lowered his head and very carefully set her down on the floor again. Emery's legs nearly buckled under her weight, and she slid down into a sitting position, her head still in the clouds. Machete lingered between her legs for a moment longer, licking the juices from her inner thighs, and the trainer lazily spread her legs to give him room. She smiled and cooed her satisfaction to him.

"Give me one minute," Emery whispered. She knew that he must be raring to go after having a face full of orgasming pussy, but she needed a short break to gather her thoughts. Machete stamped his feet impatiently, but he contented himself to keep lapping between his trainer's legs in the meantime. After a time, the feeling of Machete's tongue still working diligently around the folds of her pussy reignited the fires of passion inside her. She put one hand on his head and moaned seductively. "Stop that, or you'll never get your turn!"

Machete pulled back, her juices gleaming on his face.

Standing up on shaky legs, Emery smirked at him. "Hey, remember my drawing, Machete? Roll over on your back like that!"

It took some doing, but the Scolipede managed it somehow. Careful not to destroy any furniture, he swapped places with Emery, propping his long neck up against the wall and revealing the underside of his large body. The pokemon's penis, long and hard, was already poking out of a small fold on his lower half. It wasn't nearly as large as the cartoonish member Emery had drawn him with earlier, but compared to the girl's tiny frame, it may as well have been! The trainer felt her insides tingle in anticipation.

Machete shifted into a more comfortable position as Emery climbed up on top of him. Straddling his body, she sat with his cock poking up between her legs and grabbed it with both hands. It pressed up against her flat tummy, throbbing. It was even thicker than her arms. Emery sat up slightly, rubbing her pussy along its length and leaving a trail of feminine juices which she then gathered up with a few pumps of her hands and lathered all around. When she was done, she bent over and gave it a single kiss right on the tip, licking a bit of salty pre-cum up and swallowing it with an 'Mm!' of delight. Then she got up on her knees and moved herself into position over the huge prick.

Pressed against Emery's tight slit, the Scolipede penis looked like it would never fit. But it was well lubricated, and the trainer quite experienced. Emery rubbed the tip against her entrance, easing it in bit by bit. It was slow going at first, but her pussy stretched wide as the shaft penetrating it thickened, until all at once she *popped* halfway down. She uttered a short cry of pleasure at the sudden feeling of being filled.

"Scoli." Machete voice was strained. He had been waiting for this.

Sitting half impaled on the large pokemon cock, Emery tilted her body back a bit and looked down. Her labia, normally pressed tightly together, were stretched wide, the girth of Machete's cock looking impossibly large between them. Further up where the large shaft disappeared into her, Emery could actually see her tummy bulging outwards to accommodate the oversized insertion. A low moan escaped her lips, and she put one hand on the bulge, squeezing it slightly. Machete shifted, his lower body jerked upwards, and Emery felt the bulge jump in her hand.

Keeping her hand on the bare flesh of her tummy, Emery leaned forward. She turned her head and laid one cheek on the underside of Scolipede's neck, just underneath his head. The claws lining the pokemon's neck clasped onto her body, holding her close. Emery's lips turned up in a slight smile and, giving the subtle lump protruding from her belly another squeeze, she began to move her hips up and down. In and out; the pokemon's huge cock slid out of her with a wet sucking noise, then back in again.

She rode him gently at first, sinking down further each time she moved her hips. Each time she descended down upon him, she could actually feel his cock pushing up into her, stretching her belly. Then she felt her hips touch his chitinous belly directly, and he was all the way inside her. The trainer craned her vision down again, and a shudder ran through her body as she saw the imprint of Machete's cock plainly against her previously flat stomach. Her fingers curled around the imprint slightly and she jerked her hand up and down, in imitation of a handjob. By the way Machete's claws went taut around her, she knew that he could feel it.

Then they began to make love in earnest. Lying on his back with his neck propped up against the wall, Machete's control was limited, but his bulky body still thrust up into her in time the rising and falling of her hips. Emery moaned and planted soft kisses onto the Scolipede's neck as she ground and gyrated her pelvis against the pokemon, driving herself up and down on his member. Now that her body had acclimatized itself to Machete's girth, she could take his entire length quickly and easily, and the speed and ferocity of her movements increased dramatically. His cock hammered into her, harder now, her tummy bulging obscenely as her insides were stretched to the max. Emery's eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned against Machete's hard body; the feeling was exquisite.

"More," the trainer begged wantonly. Her tongue darted out and licked the Scolipede's neck.

Machete's eyes were fixed intently on his trainer as her tiny body bobbed up and down on his cock. She was so soft, so warm, and so tight. Her fingers clenched down on his cock through the soft flesh of her stomach, adding an extra dimension to the pleasure that her vice-like pussy was wringing from him. She bucked and thrashed harder against him. He stroked her body with his claws, kneading her bare flesh, pushing her jacket up so that her breasts pressed against him directly; Emery moaned and wiggled her upper body in excitement, dragging her nipples back and forth on his chitin.

There was sudden movement in the other room; Emery, mounted cowgirl on top of Machete, could not see it, but the Scolipede just barely made it out in the dim light. He looked up and he eyes narrowed. When he saw who it was, his body tensed up. Emery could tell immediately that something was wrong. She stopped bucking up and down on top of his cock and leaned back, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Then she twisted, following Machete's gaze over her shoulder and through the open door behind them to the living room behind. There was somebody there.

"Who's there?" Emery called out. Her voice trembled with interrupted lust.

Emery relaxed visibly when the figure stepped forward boldly. It was her Krookodile. The large reptile stood upright; his tiny forearms flexed possessively and his thick tail thumped against the carpeted floor. He looked at his trainer with eyes shining behind the black mask-like coloration on his face. Then his gaze moved up and locked with Machete's.

"Krook," he said with a toothy grin.

"Geez, what are you doing stomping around back there," Emery said with a sigh of relief. She was slightly embarrassed to have been caught in such a compromising position with Machete, but it was hardly the first time he had seen it.

Machete had a more mixed reaction to the Krookodile's appearance. He blinked coolly and said "Scolipede."

The tension between the two pokemon was thick in the air, and for a few beats nobody moved. Suddenly Emery realized the cause of the tension - it was her. Only then did she realize that Krookodile was visibly aroused as well: the pokemon's cock was poking straight up into the air dangerously. Emery's cheeks flushed even redder than they had already been.

"Krook, no," she said softly. "I'm busy with Machete right now. Later, I'm sorry."

She turned away from Krookodile and looked up at Machete. Placing one hand on his neck, she cooed to him. "And you, relax. Don't be so mean. You know you've got a special place in my heart. But he's your teammate."

Machete looked down at her, then up at Krookodile, then back to her. His eyes softened a bit. Suddenly he nodded and declared "Scoli!" as if he had just decided something.

Emery's mouth pursed and her eyes questioned him, but before the large pokemon could give any sort of explanation, she felt somebody grab her sides. Letting out a girlish "Eek!" in spite of herself, Emery twisted around again and found that Krookodile had advanced into the bedroom and was now looming over her. His cock bumped against her ass cheeks, smearing them with pre-cum. Krookodile's intentions were clear: with Emery mounted on top of Machete, there was only one hole left, and he was going to claim it.

"Krook, wait-" Emery said, not sure whether she was going to tell him to stop, or just tell him to go slow.

Regardless, he did neither, and the girl's sentence turned into a grunt as Krookodile pressed the tip of his cock against her anus and shoved. The reptile was not nearly as well-endowed as Machete, but he was still quite a bit larger than her, and her body was already stuffed. Emery's vision flared white for a moment. She bit her lip and braced herself against Machete's neck as she struggled to cope with the double penetration. The imprint of Machete's cock, already snugly pressed against the inside of her tummy, bulged out even further.

Emery's mouth fell open and she uttered a strained "Guhh!"

The shock of Krookodile's intrusion passed quickly and painlessly, however, and suddenly Emery found herself enjoying the forbidden pleasure of being sandwiched between the two huge pokemon. Stroking Machete's neck with one hand, she leaned up against him and sighed.

"You two boys," she said, admonishing them playfully.

This time it was Krookodile who was in the position with the most control. The scaly red-and-black pokemon grinned triumphantly and thrust into his trainer's ass with full force. Emery felt the wind knocked out of her lungs as the aggressive pokemon laid into her, but it wasn't more than she could bear, and soon she was able to match his stride with her own. Each time Krookodile pushed his cock into her ass, she gyrated her hips, and Machete slid deep into her pussy. Emery's tummy distended outward, the exact motions of her Scolipede's cock plainly visible as it hammered into her.

"Yes, yes," Emery found herself gasping, her breath ragged with excitement. The feeling of being taken in both holes at once, by such large pokemon, was intense. She couldn't believe she hadn't tried to coax them into this before.

The two pokemon fucked their tiny trainer mercilessly for what seemed like forever. Despite the fact that Emery had already cum once on Machete's tongue, she hit her limit for the second time before either of them. The fire intense orgasmic pleasure flashed through every muscle of her body like wildfire, and her whole body went taut between Machete's smooth bulk and Krookodile's rough scales. One hand balled into a fist and beat against Machete's neck helplessly; her other hand gripped her bulging stomach, kneading her soft flesh and the cock underneath it. A series of cries issued from her, growing in volume and intensity, until Emery was nearly screaming with lust. Her pussy tightened around Machete's cock, her ass around Krookodile's.

The two pokemon did not break their stride; instead, they sped up, Machete's body thrusting upward against the girl's body and Krookodile thrusting into her savagely. They could actually feel each other's pistoning cocks, so full was Emery's body. Before their fuck session had been a marathon, each of them trying to hold out until their trainer came. Now it was a sprint, as they raced to be the first to fill the girl with their thick, gooey loads. As their passions rose, however, and they began to feel the tightness in their loins that signaled their own imminent release, the race became unimportant. They panted and shuddered, bent wholly to the task of their own pleasure, Emery's spasming body a willing and eager receptacle for them.

And then, at nearly the same time, they both exploded inside of her.

Emery felt it; her body was so full, and yet somehow she was room for even more as the two pokemon cocks inside of her swelled even larger. What felt like it must have been buckets of cum gushed into her, filling both of her holes and splashing out between their legs in long, thick white spurts. She could hear them too, now; the low rumble of Krookodile's growling voice, the hiss of Machete's. Caught between them, she felt shivered and moaned helplessly, one hand stroking her belly as Machete filled it with his seed. It was overwhelming. Emery took in the sights, sounds, and smells of their lovemaking until it became too much. The girl shut her eyes, emptied her mind, and simply rode the waves of her orgasmic high as they ebbed and flowed through what seemed like every fiber of her being. All sense of time and place drained out of her.

When the fog lifted from her mind, Emery found that she was still tucked in between Machete and Krookodile. They both lay slumped: Machete back against the wall, Krookodile down on top of her. It was silent besides the sound of breathing. All three of them were panting heavily with the exertion of their furious lovemaking. Emery simply lay there, her body filled and her soul content, while the two pokemon recovered.

Finally, Krookodile heaved his great weight upwards and stepped away from the tangled mess of trainer and pokemon. His cock slipped out of Emery's ass, thin lines of cum connecting them for a moment before snapping stickily in the air. Emery felt some of it spatter against her ass cheek; more dripped down out of her tight anus, mingling with the cocktail of juices seeping out of her stuffed pussy. With a heavy sigh, Emery gave Machete one last kiss, then rolled off of him. His cock slid out of her easily. Once it was out it bounced casually in the open air, hitting her inner thigh and smearing it with cum.

Once both cocks were out of her, Emery dismounted from her pokemon entirely and slid down into a sitting position against him. She looked down at her belly again and was surprised to see that it had not returned to its original shape. It bulged outward smoothly, her insides still inflated by the massive amount of cum that her lover - lovers, she corrected herself - had deposited inside of her. She smiled and rubbed her swollen belly happily.

Krookodile had slunk off into the living room to clean himself off. It was just the two of them again.

Almost on their own, Emery's fingers moved down over her inflated belly and towards her pussy. One finger slipped inside. Her tunnel was warm, and filled with Machete's semen. She wondered if she could possibly take any more. The thought was surprisingly arousing, and soon Emery found herself masturbating quietly. Machete's cock had retreated back into its protective slit, but she knew from experience that he would be ready again soon. How much more could she take? Maybe she would find out later that night.

Machete opened his eyes with post-coital laziness and looked down at Emery beside him. "Scoli," he said softly.

"Mmm," Emery said in response, and laid her head against him while her fingers busied themselves rubbing her clit. "I love you Machete."