[ The woman in love with an ice type is a masochist with a penchant for temperature play. Who knows?!
But at the same time, Koji smirks a bit more at that noise. See, that was a proper Pokémon noise, even if she wasn't one. The sound of it makes him feel a little cross-eyed, and he breathes some cold mist onto the back of her shoulder and ear. Once more, he digs his claws into her breast, not so much anything so much as little bits of ice going into her flesh. She's so soft, so squishy. He loves the feel of it.
His tail curls behind him as his back arches. The other hand tugs on her breast, and he moans out her name, making some strange pitchy yiff sound and-
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But at the same time, Koji smirks a bit more at that noise. See, that was a proper Pokémon noise, even if she wasn't one. The sound of it makes him feel a little cross-eyed, and he breathes some cold mist onto the back of her shoulder and ear. Once more, he digs his claws into her breast, not so much anything so much as little bits of ice going into her flesh. She's so soft, so squishy. He loves the feel of it.
His tail curls behind him as his back arches. The other hand tugs on her breast, and he moans out her name, making some strange pitchy yiff sound and-
And--
Well, he's going to cum again ]