By the time we finished, I had touched every inch of Scyther.
My hands had explored the hard, glossy curves of her emerald exoskeleton, traced the sensitive joints along her powerful legs, and lingered on the smoother segments of her rounded abdomen.
I had even given special attention to the delicate slit hidden on the underside of her rounded abdomen, that thin, soft, vulnerable membrane nestled between the rigid green plates.
Unlike the warm, fur-covered belly of Eevee or the smoother scales of Charmeleon, this thin area was far more delicate and responsive to touch than the rest of her heavily armored body.
Keeping my expression calm and professional like always, I slowly circled my fingers around the delicate edges with light, careful pressure.
I had quietly explained that the thinner membrane around the joints needed special attention to stay flexible and healthy during high-speed movement, though by then Scyther had seemed far too absorbed in the strange new sensation to fully follow my words.
Her powerful body had gradually gone heavy against the bed.
The earlier stiffness had faded completely, replaced by a deep warmth that had spread slowly through her limbs as the built-up strain had melted away beneath my hands.
She had no longer reacted with suspicion each time I touched her.
Instead, she had simply lain there, breathing slower now, her body twitching faintly whenever I had worked over a particularly tense spot.
A low, shaky hiss had slipped from her throat as another wave of relief had run through her body.
Now her sharp eyes were closed, her breathing slow and deep.
Her face wore the same blissful, utterly relaxed expression a woman might have after an intense orgasm, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed a faint green, powerful body limp and heavy against the blankets.
A tiny, satisfied hiss still slipped out with every exhale, as if the long massage had drained every last bit of tension from her frame.
It would take time for Scyther to adjust to this new life, I reminded myself. I didn't want to rush her.
Unlike Charmeleon, she had lived wild for so long. Attachment wouldn't come as quickly or easily for her, but I knew I would make it work somehow.
Still, the aching hardness straining against my pants refused to listen.
I glanced over at the sleeping Eevee and Charmeleon on the other side of the bed. A slow, hungry smile tugged at my lips.
"Looks like it's time to wake them up," I murmured softly, already imagining how the rest of the night would unfold.
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