Celebi's Visit - Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Adventures

The forest air, thick with pine and damp earth, pressed against my skin. Thoughts of our last adventure, Eevee’s playful nuzzles, Dratini’s smooth scales brushing mine, coiled in my gut. I knelt behind a moss-covered log, fingers working a rhythm against my shaft, the head already glistening. A faint shimmer, like heat haze, appeared beside me. “What are you doing?” A tiny voice, tinkling like chimes, drifted from the air. My hand froze. Celebi, wings a blur of iridescent blue, hovered, her large, innocent eyes fixed on my erection. She tilted her head, antenna twitching. Her body, barely larger than my throbbing cock, seemed to vibrate with curiosity. “It’s… big,” she mused, her voice soft. She drifted closer, a tiny pink finger tracing the engorged head. “Is it a new kind of berry? It’s very warm.” She pressed her whole body against the tip, her delicate clit, a tiny pearl, meeting the slick opening. I gasped, a shiver running through me. Her small hands, no bigger than my thumbnails, wrapped around the shaft, mimicking my motion. Her entire being focused on the task, her movements surprisingly effective. The shlicking sound of her body gliding up and down my cock, the gentle suction, pulled a groan from deep within me. “It feels good,” she whispered, her voice a little breathless as she continued to stroke. “Like buzzing. Like a warm wind.” My hips bucked, an involuntary thrust. Her small body, unable to resist the force, slid down, my cock plunging past her clit, deep into her tiny, wet core. A sharp, surprised cry escaped her. Her eyes widened, a mixture of shock and sudden, overwhelming sensation. My balls slapped against her delicate buttocks as I buried myself. “Oh!” she gasped, her wings fluttering wildly. Her body began to tremble, a high-pitched whine escaping her lips. “It’s… too much! Too much!” Her hips began to undulate, tiny tremors racking her frame. Each contraction of her miniature body around me sent jolts through my own. I felt the surge, the hot gush of cum. It filled her, overflowing from her mouth, a sticky white stream running over her chin. It seeped from her nose, coated her wide, unblinking eyes. Her body spasmed, a continuous, shattering climax. She clung to me, painted white from head to toe, her small, perfect body slick and glistening. Her wings still fluttered, but slower now, her eyes, though clouded with cum, held a profound, satisfied wonder. She pressed her face against my chest, her tiny form still trembling. The air around us hummed with the afterglow of her endless pleasure. She breathed deeply, trying to inhale the scent of our union, to etch the sensation into her temporal memory before the flow of time inevitably pulled her back.