Pokemon Sex Thriller: Grovyle's Rough Rape On Me

Damn, Pokemon Ran Away After I Raped Her

The forest was thick and dark, perfect for Grovyle' escape. I followed her trail easily, but she moved through the trees like a ghost, barely leaving a trace. After hours of pursuit, I finally caught sight of her, darting between the thick trunks and branches. She froze as I approached, her gaze murderous.

"Leaving so soon, little Grovyle?" I taunted, stalking closer. "I didn't get to finish what we started."

She hissed and tried to dash away, but I was faster. In a blur of motion, I tackled her to the ground, pinning her lithe body beneath mine. She thrashed and squirmed, but I held her tight, my hands roaming her scales as she threatened me with fire and poison. I couldn't help but admire her as she raged, her curves accentuated by her struggles.

Pinned beneath me, Grovyle looked up at me with anger mixed with fear in her piercing yellow eyes. Her scales felt warm and smooth under my hands as I trailed them possessively over her long, slender body, feeling the dagger-like scales along her spine and the soft, smooth ones on her underside.

"You're mine now, little Grovyle," I growled, my voice rough with desire. I grabbed a tree root and tore it free, using it to lash her wrists together behind her back. She snarled and thrashed, but I just laughed and tossed her over my shoulder.

Back at the cabin, I bound her to the bedpost, admiring how her tail lashed back and forth in anger as she strained against her bonds. I slowly stripped off my clothes, my cock already hard and throbbing. I reached out to stroke her, feeling her scales first prickle against my touch, then relax.

"Such a sexy little thing," I murmured, my hands moving over her curves and peaks. "I bet you're loving this."

She snapped at me and growled, but I could see the lust in her eyes, the way her hips twisted under my touch. I pushed her legs apart and settled between them, my cock pressing against her wet entrance. She bucked and wriggled beneath me, trying to escape, but I held her tight and thrust inside, groaning at the feel of her slick walls clamping around me.

I started to move, slowly at first, then faster as Grovyle's moans turned from angry to erotic. She was so tight, so wet, squeezing me like a fist as I rammed into her. I felt a rush of power knowing she was mine, completely under my control as I used her for my own pleasure.

I looked down at Grovyle as she struggled beneath me, her lithe body writhing against the bonds that held her. I could see the conflicting emotions in her eyes - anger at being held against her will, shame at how her body was reacting to my touch, but also a hint of the desire that I knew was building inside her.

I leaned down and seized her neck, sinking my teeth into her scales. She yelped and thrashed, but I could feel her getting wetter, her hips starting to move against me unconsciously. I pulled back and smirked at her, my cock throbbing deep inside her tight pussy.

"You can't deny it, little Grovyle," I growled, my voice thick with lust. "You love this. You love being bound and used, fucked like a bitch in heat."

She shook her head wildly, but I could see the truth in her eyes. I started to move again, pounding into her harder and faster, my hips slapping against her ass. She moaned and writhed, trying to resist but unable to stop herself from responding to the overwhelming pleasure.

I felt her start to clamp down around me, compressing me like a piston as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. I reached down and found her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She screamed as she came, her walls spasming around my cock as I buried myself deep and followed her over the edge, filling her with hot, sticky cum.

I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard as the last shutters of my climax faded. Grovyle lay limp beneath me, her eyes glazed with satisfied lust. I nuzzled her neck and released her bonds, chuckling as she pushed me away and struggled to her feet.

"Until next time, my little Grovyle," I called after her as she slunk away into the forest, my own satisfaction leaving me feeling tired and spent.

The night was still dark, the moon casting long shadows through the trees as Grovyle crept through the forest. She could still feel the ghost of my touch on her skin, the ache between her legs where I had used her so roughly.

She hated me for it, of course - for violating her, tying her up, taking her against her will. But she couldn't deny the way her body had responded, the way she had moaned and thrashed as I fucked her. The shame burned deep in her chest, but she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the dish of revenge that consumed her mind.

Grovyle paused by a stream to drink, her body aching and sore from her ordeal. She could still smell my scent on her scales, feel my cum dripping down her thighs. She wanted to rage, to tear down the forest with her flames, but she knew she had to be smart. She had to bide her time, wait for the perfect moment to strike.

She started to wash herself, scrubbing at her scales until they shone in the moonlight. As she worked, she noticed strange marks on her body - bruises in the shape of my hands, bite marks on her neck and shoulders. They would fade with time, but for now they were a stark reminder of what I had done to her.

The thought made her shudder with a dark s++ection. She had never felt this way before, this strange tangle of lust and fear and fury. She didn't know what to make of it, but she knew she had to find a way to make me pay.

I woke the next morning to find Grovyle gone, the cabin empty and cold. I cursed myself for letting her escape, for not tying her up more securely. But I knew she would be back - I could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at me with such hatred and longing.

I grabbed my gear and set out into the forest, determined to find her again. I knew it wouldn't be easy - she was a clever little thing, a master of stealth and deception. But I was a determined hunter, and I would track her down no matter how far she ran.

As I prowled through the underbrush, I couldn't help but think back to the night before, to the feel of Grovyle's body beneath me, the way she had moaned and writhed as I fucked her. I could still taste her on my tongue, still feel the way her muscles had contracted around me as she came.

I shook my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. But deep down, I knew that even if I did catch her again, even if I used her just as roughly as before, there would always be a part of her that wanted it, that craved the forbidden pleasure of submission and surrender.

I pushed the thought aside and redoubled my efforts, following the faint signs of her passage through the tangled foliage. I knew she was out there somewhere, watching me with those piercing yellow eyes, planning her next move.

All I had to do was be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. And in the meantime, enjoy the hunt.

Revenge-hungry Pokemon Bitch turned Me into Her Fucktoy

Grovyle watched me from the shadows of the forest, her eyes glowing with hatred and lust. She had been waiting for me all day, biding her time until the moment was right. And now, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the night closed in around us, she knew it was time to make her move.

She slithered out from behind a fallen tree, her body coiled like a snake as she advanced on me. I turned to face her, my heart pounding in my chest as I saw the fierce look in her eyes. She looked like a wild animal, hunger and aggression radiating off her in waves.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you did to me," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

I backed away, my hands raised in surrender. But Grovyle didn't slow down. She charged forward, her tail lashing out and tangling around my ankle. I fell to the ground with a crash, my head snapping back and striking a rock.

The world went black for a moment, then came back into focus as Grovyle straddled my waist, her hands around my throat. I gasped for air, my eyes wide with fear as I saw the raw fury in her face.

"You thought you could just use me like a toy, didn't you?" she snarled, her grip tightening. "You thought I was just another stupid pokemon for you to fuck and discard."

She leaned down, her face inches from mine. I could feel her hot breath on my skin, smell the musky scent of her excitement. Her claws dug into my flesh, drawing blood.

"But I'm not like the others," she whispered, her voice like a growl. "I'm stronger than you. And now I'm going to make you my bitch."

I struggled beneath her, but she was too strong. She flipped me over onto my stomach, her claws tearing at my clothes until I was naked and exposed. I tried to scream, but she covered my mouth with her hand, muffling my cries.

She mounted me from behind, her tail forced between my legs and brushing against her pussy. I shook my head wildly, trying to escape, but she just laughed and pushed deeper, her claws biting into my hips as she slammed into me.

The pain was intense, blinding, as she used me like a toy, her hips slapping against my ass as she rode me hard and fast. I felt tears streak down my face, my body shaking with terror and something else, something I hardly dared to name.

She kept going, driving herself into me over and over again, growling and hissing like an animal in heat. The forest seemed to disappear around us, the only sound the wet slaps of flesh on flesh and our moans and screams.

Finally, with a last, hard thrust, she came, her tail clenching around my cock as she spasmed and shuddered on top of me. I felt her juices flood out around me, hot and sticky against my skin.

She collapsed on top of me, panting and spent. But her grip on my throat never loosened, her claws still pressed against my fevered skin.

"Never forget this," she whispered in my ear, her voice soft but firm. "Never forget who owns you now."

With that, she released me and slithered away into the darkness of the forest, leaving me naked and shaking on the forest floor, my mind reeling with the intensity of what had just happened.

I lay there for a long time, watching the moon move across the sky as I tried to process the tingling between my legs, the aching of muscles I didn't know I had. My body felt used and abused, but there was a strange heat building deep inside me, a twisted desire that I both craved and feared.

And somewhere in the distance, I could hear Grovyle's laughter echoing through the trees, mocking me and reminding me of what I had become.

My Holes Got Ruthlessly Wrecked and Now I've Got Fucking Stockholm

The next few days passed in a blur of pain and bliss. Grovyle caught me again and again, forcing me to obey her every command. She made me service her, made me worship her body with my tongue and my fingers, my cock and my mouth.

And to my horror, I found that I loved every second of it. I craved the taste of her, the feel of her scales against my skin, the way she growled and moaned as I brought her to orgasm again and again.

She trained me to pleasure her, to anticipate her every need and desire. She taught me how to wrap my tail around her cock, how to milk her with my throat, how to grind against her pussy just the way she liked.

And in return, she used me like a toy, fucking me with her tail, her claws, her fingers, anything she could find. She raped my ass, my pussy, my mouth, taking me whenever and however she wanted until I was a sobbing, shaking mess, my body covered in bruises and bite marks and her cum.

But through it all, I came to crave her use, to need her abuse like a drug. I found myself aching for her touch, whimpering when she left me alone for too long. I started to dream of her, of the feel of her weight on top of me, the sound of her voice in my ear as she rode me hard and fast.

And when she finally caught me for the last time, holding me down on the forest floor as she fucked me with a fury that left me screaming with pleasure and pain, I realized the truth. I wasn't just her plaything anymore. I was hers entirely, body and soul.

I looked up at her as she loomed over me, my body writhing beneath her, and I spoke the words I knew she had been waiting to hear.

"I'm yours, Grovyle," I gasped, my voice ragged and raw. "I belong to you. Use me how you see fit. I'll obey your every command, no matter what."

And as she smiled down at me, her eyes gleaming with cruel triumph, I knew I had sealed my fate. I was hers now, forever and always, a willing slave to her twisted desires and insatiable lust.

I could only hope that she would use me well.

She Got Off on the Twisted, Pure Satisfaction of Owning Me

The cabin was dark and quiet as I lay tied to the bed, my body aching and sore from Grovyle's constant use. She had been gone for days, leaving me alone to stew in my own filth and rot.

But now, I heard the sound of her footsteps approaching, the creak of the floorboards as she entered the room. I looked up, my eyes wide with fear and anticipation, as she loomed over me, a cruel smile on her face.

"Miss me, little toy?" she growled, her voice thick with lust. "I hope you've been thinking about me, about what I'm going to do to you."

She hooked a finger in the gap in my bonds and dragged me across the bed, my muscles screaming at the sudden movement. She flipped me over onto my stomach, her claws digging into my hips as she mounted me from behind.

I gasped as she entered me, my body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. She was rougher than ever, her claws tearing at my flesh as she pounded into me, her hips slamming against my ass with each thrust.

The pain was intense, blinding, but I could feel something else building deep inside me, a twisting, gnawing heat that grew with every thrust, every cruel slap of her claws against my skin.

Grovyle leaned down, her breath hot on my ear as she drove into me harder and faster.

"Your body was made for this," she whispered, her voice a low growl. "To be used, to be fucked, to be claimed. You're mine now, completely and utterly."

Something broke inside me then, a barrier I hadn't even known existed. I felt my muscles contract around her, pulling her deeper inside me, and I screamed as the orgasm hit me, my body convulsing and shaking beneath her.

She kept going, using me until I was nothing more than a quivering, cum-soaked mess of flesh and bone. But still, she didn't stop, fucking me through one orgasm and into another, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I thought I might die from the sheer overwhelming ecstasy.

And as I finally passed out, my body limp and empty, I heard her laughter echo in the darkness, a sound of pure, twisted satisfaction.

These were the days of my life now, hopelessly shackled by the insatiable lust of Grovyle. And somehow, deep down, I knew I wouldn't have it any other way.