Wolf's Lap | By : TheKing Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
On an evening when the world seemed to quiet down outside, the atmosphere in the living room of Michelle and Wolf's cozy apartment was anything but quiet. It was warm, intimate, and filled with a sense of closeness that had become second nature to the three of them. The glow from a soft lamp lit the space with a gentle warmth, casting long shadows across the room.
Michelle, the ever-playful Meowstic, was curled up in the armchair, watching with keen eyes as her two favorite people settled into their usual positions on the couch. Mimi, the always carefree Lopunny, had made it a habit lately to claim Wolf’s lap as her favorite seat. At first, it had started as something innocent—just a comfortable place to sit—but over time, it had grown into something more, something more… intimate. And Michelle, with her ever-accepting nature, loved every bit of it.
Tonight, though, things were a little different. There was no movie playing, no video game in the background. Just the soft hum of the apartment, and the quiet conversation between the three of them. Mimi had long since kicked off her shorts, and now she sat in Wolf’s lap, bottomless, the soft fur of her thighs brushing against his as she wiggled herself into a comfortable position. Wolf, as usual, had lost his pants somewhere along the way as well. And Michelle, with her front-row seat, could already feel the heat rising in the room.
Mimi’s tail flicked playfully as she settled in, leaning back against Wolf’s chest. She wasn’t shy—never had been. She wiggled her hips a little, her bare body pressed against Wolf’s lap, feeling him stir beneath her with each playful movement. A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she felt him harden, his thick length growing against her.
“Mimi,” Wolf muttered, his voice a low rumble, trying to keep his composure, but it was clear he was already giving in to the inevitable.
“What?” Mimi asked innocently, though the mischievous glint in her eyes gave her away. “Just getting comfortable.”
Michelle, watching from her chair, grinned, her ears twitching. “Oh, you’re definitely getting comfortable, alright.”
Mimi turned her head and winked at Michelle. “Well, can you blame me? I mean, look at this guy. Who wouldn’t want to sit here?” She wiggled again, earning a soft groan from Wolf as her hips shifted just right. “Besides, you love watching, don’t you, Michelle?”
Michelle’s grin widened. “You know I do. You two are my favorite show.” Her tail swished lazily behind her as she propped her chin up on her hand, clearly enjoying the view. This had become something of a regular occurrence—Mimi making herself at home in Wolf’s lap, and Michelle, ever the voyeur, soaking up every moment.
Mimi let out a soft, teasing hum as she shifted her position again, her bare skin sliding over Wolf’s growing erection. She reached back with one hand, guiding him into place. It was an easy, practiced motion, like slipping into something comfortable and familiar. With a slow, deliberate movement, she sank down onto him, a contented sigh escaping her lips as Wolf filled her.
“There we go,” Mimi murmured, her voice low and sultry as she began to move in slow, steady motions. “Much better.”
Wolf’s hands came to rest on her hips, steadying her as she rode him. He was always more reserved, but when Mimi got like this—so bold, so sure of herself—he could never hold back for long. His grip tightened on her, helping guide her rhythm as she moved against him, the soft, wet sounds of their bodies joining filling the air between them.
Michelle shifted slightly in her chair, her eyes locked on them, watching every subtle movement, every reaction. Her tail twitched in excitement as she watched Wolf’s hands glide over Mimi’s hips, his fingers digging into her fur as she moved faster, more insistently. “You two look so good together,” Michelle purred, her voice soft but thick with approval.
Mimi smirked, glancing over her shoulder at Wolf. “She’s right, you know. We make a pretty hot pair.”
Wolf groaned softly, his head leaning back against the couch. “You’re not wrong,” he muttered, his voice tight with pleasure as Mimi’s movements became more urgent.
The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their shared pleasure—the rustle of fur against fur, the soft gasps and moans that escaped from Mimi’s lips, the deep, guttural groans from Wolf as she squeezed around him. It was all music to Michelle’s ears.
Mimi rocked her hips faster, her breath coming in short, heated gasps. She was close—Michelle could sense it even before she saw the telltale signs in Mimi’s body language. Her movements became more desperate, more erratic, her hands gripping Wolf’s thighs as she rode him hard, chasing her release.
“Come on, Mimi,” Michelle urged, her voice low and encouraging. “Give him everything.”
Mimi let out a breathless laugh, her body trembling as she moved faster, harder, until finally, with a sharp cry, she came, her body tensing around Wolf as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
Wolf wasn’t far behind. As soon as he felt her tighten around him, his own release followed, a deep, guttural groan escaping his throat as he thrust up into her one final time, filling her with a warmth that spread between them.
Michelle watched the whole thing, her heart racing with excitement as she witnessed the intense connection between her two favorite people. There was something about seeing them together like this, so raw, so vulnerable, that filled her with a deep sense of contentment.
As the last tremors of their shared release faded, Mimi slumped back against Wolf, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That… was nice,” she murmured, her voice soft and content.
Wolf, still catching his breath, nodded. “Yeah… really nice.”
Michelle stood up from her chair and made her way over to them, sitting on the edge of the couch beside them. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Mimi’s cheek, then one on Wolf’s. “You two are amazing,” she whispered, her voice full of love and admiration. “I love watching you like this.”
Mimi chuckled, still lazily resting in Wolf’s lap. “Well, you know we’re always happy to give you a good show.”
Michelle grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I’m always happy to watch.” She ran her fingers through Mimi’s fur, brushing her hair back gently as she leaned in closer. “But don’t think this means I’m not jumping in next time.”
Wolf chuckled softly, his arm wrapping around Michelle as he kissed the top of her head. “We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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