“Aww, it’s alright,” she teased, her nimble leaf, once a weapon, now curling around my length and giving it a squeeze that felt far too nice for my willpower to deny. Her noises stopped, her slender throat clenching at the sudden force of my press. Okay. With a sigh, I took one last look at the crystal in my palm, and gave it a gentle toss in the Leavanny’s direction. Her leaves embraced me in return, her smaller body trapped under mine as I squashed her soft underbelly beneath my abs and groin. As a breeder…
Her little voice finally piped up, her leaves patting me on the back to get my attention. A Leavanny in her breeding season, in a forest with apparently no other males that could relieve her. Inside of her. It was too risky. Was I going to put the Espeon in danger to stand for my morals?