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Pokemon Oh-Snap! (Priscilla x Azecreth)

As Riley had suspected might be the case, the possibility of this ending was more than enough to sway Yumia into going along with whatever he had in mind. She might not know specifically what it was yet, but that did not change her initial willingness in the heat of the moment.

An eyebrow rose at the sudden agreement, and he slowly nodded. "Alright then," he replied to her agreement. "Well, the first step would be to take off your shirt." Luma would cease the resistance that had kept Yumia in place, at least long enough for her to carry out that task. For his part Riley waited patiently, prepared to handle any objections she might raise to his direction. This wasn't the first time he'd dealt with difficult subjects after all.

For now he remained where he was, relaxed and casual in his demeanor. "Of course we don't have to show anything too private at first. There's plenty of optical tricks to tease the viewer. Like using Luma as an obstacle, or sitting away from the cameras," he offered. In case she wanted some examples for how to pose with this change in set up.
 
In Yumia’s mind when Riley suggested something more adult, there were images of those photos you see on magazine covers where girls wore bright lipstick and sat on couches with big gowns. The girls little mind did not conceive that Riley’s adult meant he had to do away with her shirt. She noted Luma stopped being as playful as she lay there on her bed, eyebrows raised at his suggestion.

Gripping onto the Delcatty with one hand, the other subconsciously crossed her chest and cupped over her flat budding breasts. Being a late bloomer she had little to cover, but her insecurities got the best of her as she looked towards the photographer curiously.

“Take off… my shirt?” Her fingers ran nervously through Luma’s fur. Her mind wandered to thoughts of Luma sitting across her bra as her top half sat barely covered, the sounds of camera shutters in her mind.

A touch of blush crossed her face as she waited for Riley’s confirmation that she heard him correctly.
 
As expected Yumia was confused by what he had told her to do, all but defending herself with Luma as she asked for clarification while hiding that which had not even been shown yet. Yet there was a blush too, leaving her feelings somewhat unclear. This was always the sort of topic that there was trouble with, unless he was dealing with people who had deliberately gone in seeking out that sort of thing. So her reaction was not unusual.

Riley remained where he was, his demeanor calm and unworried. He wanted her to think that this was normal, not some bold step."That's right," he told her with a nod, thumb slowly rubbing along the material of the camera itself.

"Think of it as an opportunity to prove that you're not a little kid anymore," he added, leaning forward slightly to increase the pressure of his presence. "Would i ask if I thought you wouldn't do a good job?" Luckily he had the previously establish trend to back that up, regardless of how she felt about actually doing it in the heat of the moment. Luma joined in with a modest fur, rubbing against Yumia to provide some moral support of his own as he saw how agitated she was.
 
Her blush grew larger as he leaned forward to tell her that he thought she would do a good job. Something about his encouragement triggered a warmth in her that made her legs squirm a bit in bed. Additionally Luma nuzzled her, affectionately purring as she held onto the Pokemon. She indeed did not want people to think she was a kid, her mom treated her like one, so this felt like a defiance of the shackles that kept her here in Slateport.

Sitting up she sat Luma in her lap, petting him a few times before looking up at Riley nervously.

“Ok…” she said timidly.

Reaching to the hem of her t-shirt she grabbed it with both arms and looked to Riley for encouragement before lifting it up. The cloth peeling off her showing off her flat stomach, small hips, and finally a blue spandex sports bra edged in teal lines covering her flat chest. As the shirt left her head, fussing with her black hair as it left her, she was left a deep shade of red in her face.

Yumia was embarrassed as she bunched up the shirt and held it in front of her in shame.

“Ok Riley… now what…?” Her eyes were big, almost looking like they would water in any given moment.
 
Finally Riley got Yumia to agree with what he was suggesting. he was not sure which element pushed it over the edge, but he was not about to complain. For now he remained as casual as he had been, doing his best to be respectful and not stare as she removed her shirt as per his request. That sort of thing would only make her feel awkward. But he would show his approval nonetheless. "Go ahead, it's just us."

A few moments later the shirt was removed, revealing what laid beneath. As expected she was wearing a bra. She'd likely never would have agreed to do it if she wasn't. "You look lovely," he assured her. For however much she might accept such a compliment, anyways.

That led to the question of what they would do next. More clothing was out of the question, not when she looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack. "Now, at this point we don't have to do things that different from normal. You could read a book, or listen to music. Those sorts of things work well for pictures like this."

Of course, 'listening to music' was more in the vein of how she'd act while doing so. Obviously you couldn't have audio for a picture. But those were activities that one could do while still showing off. So he would adjust accordingly, making sure the photos had shown skin and her bra, while keeping them from being the sole focus. It was just another thing to put Yumia at ease in the present, to lay groundwork for the future.
 
Hearing Riley tell her she looked lovely made the young girl’s face reach impossible shades of red as she clenched the balled up shirt against her chest to conceal her bra. What was lovely about her without a shirt on? She looked at the bedsheets as she was nearly too embarrassed to even look his direction. She finally gained courage enough to reach one hand out to pet Luma, his fur calming her by a few shades of blush.

From there Riley gave her suggestions about what she might do, and despite her mind running a thousand miles a second, the suggestion of music did not sound half bad. She pulled the shirt from under her arm away and tossed it across the room, a single arm over her bra covered chest to conceal some form of dignity.

Her radio was on her night stand, just a few feet away from where she sat on her bed. Looking away from Riley she leaned over, sitting up on her knees as her body pointed away from Riley. Of course as she did that her tiny cute ass pointed direction at him.

Her cotton shorts were loose enough and short enough that as she leaned towards the radio a slight glimpse of the purple floral panties could were covering her mound. She stretched and wrestled around with the buttons for a few moments, her ass moving with each fidget as she finally found a station she liked.

Sitting back down, her arm still concealing her bra, she looked at Riley for approval of what she was doing. Yumia wasn't exactly sure how exciting photos of her listening to music were, but as she held on to Luma she hoped Riley would give her more compliments like the one he had.

“How is this…?” her body was tense as she still girlishly tried to hide herself. The bra itself was not small at all, covering most of her chest above the upper abdomen and below the shoulders. Yet it was evident this was the most exposed she had been in front of a boy before.

Her brown eyes again were large, her allure of the cute innocent girl unfaded despite her lack of shirt. Though her expression clearly thirsted for approval.
 
It was not the most glowing of starts, but Yumia seemed to be glad for the suggestion. He shifted just a bit as she threw her shirt across the room, but did not let it distract him for too long, It appeared that she had gone for music, though he also held back any judgment in her taste of music. That was the sort of thing one needed to be able to adjust to. If it made her comfortable, then so much the better.

Though he did not take photos of it, he was pleased with what he got to see while she was doing that. The glimpse of her panties, the movement of her rear, the flexing of bare skin, She was putting on a bit of a show and didn't even know it. That was something to look forward to, in addition to everything else that was at hand.

Riley nodded in approval as Yumia fished for compliments, still somewhat hiding herself from Riley as she did so. "Exactly, just like that," he agreed with a smile. "You like this kind of music, huh?" He was not going to judge her, merely making an observation.

Hefting his camera, he waited before getting to work. "Just do what you'd normally do when listening to music. You're just having a normal day at home. Don't think about anything else." If she kept her mind off her state of dress, that might help the quality and her nerves. But they would see whether it turned out being true.
 
“Yes! I love the Peggies.” She beamed as she sat on the edge of her bed. The pop song sending out upbeat tunes that gave Yumia the urge to kick her feet at the ankles and bob her head up side to side. A bit of the tension in the girl released, and coupled with Riley’s encouragement she took a long deep breath. Closing her eyes she breathed in through her nose, hand holding onto Luma until she exhaled, her covering arm lowering to her side.

There was not much to look at on her chest, the spandex sports bra wrapping around her neck covering two small mounds above her abdomen. She looked to Riley as he took pictures of her, hoping that she was good enough as she was very underdeveloped.

Taking a few long breaths as she got used to the camera taking in her bare stomach and bra, she began to bob a bit more on ber bed, her shoulders swaying back and forth as her hands sat stiffly on her knees. She smiled a bit more, an innocent happiness about her as she tried her best to model for the boy as Luma sat purring in her lap.

Looking at Riley she got a funny feeling in her stomach, but she let it pass as she let the music envelope her.
 
After a few minutes of listening Luma rose from where he was seated on Yumia's lap. he began pacing around the girl, padding along to the beat of the song that was playing. His tail flicked in the air, and occasionally he pawed at the air as Riley snapped pictures of the girl and the pokemon enjoying themselves.

There was only so much one could do like this however, and once he'd exhausted the ideas that would work here he was more than ready to move on to the next step. Just another point on the road to their inevitable destination. Inevitable so long as he got his way, anyways.

"If you want to stand up and dance a little you can do that too," he offered. "You don't just have to sit there. I've captured plenty of moving targets before." If she chose to heed his offer he would remain true to his word, keeping out of her way as she showed off. If not then that was fine too. It just meant he knew how far he could move things.
 
If there was one thing Yumia liked to do when she was by herself listening to music it was dance. Luma had already inspired her but the Decatty’s own little dance that she had begun to move her upper body, shoulders, and arms more and more with the rhythm. As Riley recommended it, it was only natural for Yumia to get up and start dancing.

“Oh, ok!” She agreed, hopping up, the girl hardly thinking of how she was only wearing a bra, her abdomen twisting and turning with the beat ss she shaked her little hips. Her arms floated around as she smiled and laughed at Luma, her lower half shaking and bouncing as she got into the groove of things.

She spun her brown hair around, the long strands wrapping around her back and shoulders as she ran her hands down her bare abdomen like she had seen on a music video. She was clearly getting much more comfortable.
 
The bit of prodding that Riley provided was just what Yumia needed as she began dancing. She might have been mimicking other people dancing, but that definitely provided a lot more for him to photograph. She was being very sexy, whether she recognized it or not. Moving her hips, swaying to the beat, there was plenty more fodder for his camera now and he did not waste time in taking advantage of it.

This went on for a few more songs, plenty of time for Yumia to get more comfortable in this situation and to have some fun with Luma. Riley was glad to see it, both because it meant things didn't look forced emotionally, and because he wanted her to have fun with this. The boost was something she could use.

He didn't even have to take the next step, as Luma did it for him. The Delcatty paused in his prancing about next to Yumia. Reaching up, he began to paw at her capris as if seeking to see what was beneath them just like her shirt. How well she coped with the sudden change in circumstances, they would soon find out.l
 
Dancing around care free Yumia hummed the tune of the songs that played as Riley’s camera captured it all. She had lost all inhibitions with her current state, enjoying the cool air on her stomach as the tiny girl swayed and spun. Looking at Riley she gave him a big smile, hoping he was getting exactly what he needed.

Then she felt a bit of a tug at her shorts. Below her Luma pawd at the cotton shorts she wore, his claws digging at them as they partially fell away, on one hip the strap of the floral panties would be visible as Yumia fought to keep them on.

“Luma!” She exclaimed in a surprised yet friendly tone. Her face became a bit red again as she pulled against the Delcatty’s grasp. But as she fought him, she fell to the ground with a thud.

“Oof…” she said as she concentrated on the pain in her butt. when she came to her senses she realized that Luma had managed to pull her shorts down almost mid calf, her face white as a sheet as her floral panties were in plain view of Riley. They were clearly undersized, a pair she had since she was much younger. Every fold and crease of her womanhood was outlined by them as she sat frozen looking up at Riley.
 
Riley was not expecting the sudden sequence of events that followed. Luma acted of his own initiative, and moments later Yumia was tumbling to the ground as a result of their struggles. She'd done her best, but the Pokemon could not be denied. He'd warned her about spoiling Luma, though she probably had not imagined it would manifest in this particular war.

For a few brief moments he got to see quite a bit at his leisure. The too small panties, leaving very little to the imagination as they clung to her skin. at least he had the decency to not make her embarrassment worse by trying to record the moment for posterity. That would likely have spooked her so badly he'd be kicked out in no time.

Having done what he wanted to do, Luma paced over and began rubbing against her cheeks with his head, as if giving her a reward for playing along with what he wanted. It was a sharp contrast with her white face, of that there was no doubt. then again, it wasn't the first time he had done something like this.

"Luma...." Riley sighed, shaking his head as he stepped over and hauled the Delcatty off his feet by the nape of the neck. "We've talked about this." There would need to be a punishment later. For now he placed his partner down on the bed, to keep him there for the moment.

Instead he looked back to Yumia. "This is also a thing adults do for pictures," he assured her with a calming pat on the shoulder. "He just gets ahead of himself sometimes. I think you could be both cute and sexy if you tried, and that's a pretty lethal combination. why don't you try posing a bit for Luma?"Having said that, he shifted out of the way and waited to see how she would respond.
 
“Cute…. and sexy?” Yumia pondered what Riley was saying. But soon she remembered how indecent she was and threw her hands over her accentuated mound, looking up at the older boy blushing. What did he mean by lethal combination? Yumia didn’t realize it yet but she was craving Riley’s affirmations as she went out on this limb.. The girl looked between him and Luma, deciding what to do next.

Yumia was tired of being treated like a child by her mother and others, kept in a box her whole life she just wanted to spring out. She thought back to the last few moments where she had comfortably danced around in just a bra, proving that she was an adult and not just a kid anymore. As she held onto the outlining of her womanhood, she knew if she wanted to really break out and impress Riley with these photos, she needed to trust him.

“Ok… if that is what you think… is best.” She said trepidatiously, her big brown eyes looking up to Riley, putting their faith in him.

She took a breath and then nodded to herself, her internal voice telling her she could do this. Kicking her legs she rid herself of her cotton shorts, flinging them across the room as she lay there on the floor in just her underwear.

Relaxing her body her hands lay behind her head, brown hair sprawled out around her and legs bent at the knees yet slightly open. She waited for Riley to give her cues as she placed all her faith and decency in him.

“How…. do I look?” The girl was self conscious of her small body, tight underwear hugging her puffy labia and breasts.
 
"That's right," Riley assured her. That seemed to be the impetus that she needed as she agreed to go along with his idea. In brief moments her shorts were removed, leaving her in only her undergarments at last. And considering their size, while it might not be nothing at all it was definitely not much. She was hesitant, but the fact that she was taking this step was a good sign.

He gave her a few moments to relax before shooting her another smile. "You look good. Better than some of the adults I've worked with, if I'm being honest." To some extent it was true, but there didn't seem to be any harm in indulging in some flattery to bolster her optimism. That was what she was looking for after all.

With that, they began. There was an initial shot of her current position, then Riley had her move on. Sitting curled up into a ball, laying down on her stomach, stretching, different angles and different highlights each time. Plenty that could be considered gravure, though not necessarily explicit. Then again, with how her panties were that line might as well be nonexistent. But it was the principle of the matter.

With Luma watching from nearby, little time was wasted with the work that was at hand. "Any boyfriend would be lucky to have you," Riley added in mid shoot, making sure to keep complimenting her as she followed his instructions. This was exactly the sort of thing he was looking for.
 
Yumia’s heart was racing as she went through the shoot, her pulse echoing in her head as she took different poses that he instructed her with. From laying on her stomach or curling up in a ball, even standing and bending over he took pictures of her. Yet Yumia was just as excited as she was nervous, some sort of fire burning within as she felt more adult than she ever had. Riley’s constant compliments also stirred her, a soft smile creeping over her pink lips as she posed in nothing but panties and a bra.

Yumia pet Luma a few times, bending at the hips as her violet covered mound poked through the back of her legs. She didn’t understand entirely what was sexy and what was not, she just went by instinct and what she saw on magazine covers. Of course these style and beauty magazines were ones she had to keep under her bed to hide from her conservative mother.

When Riley mentioned that any boyfriend would be lucky to have her, Yumia felt a bit light headed, sitting back down on the floor and posing as to avoid falling over again. Her legs open and bent at the knees, she felt a bit flush as she huffed and puffed at his comment.

“Ohhh...r...rrr...really?” She fussed with the back of her head as she tingled. “You're just saying that.” She dismissed with a playful wave of her hand and a nervous smile.

What she did not notice, at least visually, is that a very noticeable wet spot was beginning to emerge on her tight panties at the base of her womanhood. She felt warm, but mostly out of thrill in dancing around half naked, not realizing her biology was kicking in.
 
Though he could not see how much Yumia's heart was pounding in her chest, the growing enthusiasm was hard to miss. He'd seen it play out before after all and this was no different, even if she was wearing less clothes this time around. His strategy continues to be effective, getting her to lower her barriers and play along more wholeheartedly. Plus she was mimicking what he wanted her to do pretty well, as he passed instructions to his camera subject.

"Hey, I'm a photographer. I know my stuff," Riley insisted with a nod as Yumia tried to brush off his compliment. Not that he had much experience in going steady, but he knew what people liked. There was definitely a niche for her, if she was willing to look.

Though she didn't seem to notice it, the wet spot was becoming very visible with her floral panties. Especially with how much they cl8ung to her bottom. she was getting turned on by what she was doing, whether she knew it or not. He took advantage of this moment to snap a photo of her with it highlighted, but he did not get the opportunity to do so for long.

There was a reason for that as Luma padded over between bent knees to the source of the fragrance in the air. His head dipped, and he began to lap at the fabric of her underwear along her highlighted slit. Another thing he had experience with. Pushed by instinct, he was tired of waiting.
 
Yumia was beginning to feel something. The more Riley complimented her, the more she felt warm inside. It was not a gushy feel good warm, rather it was a tingly warm that made her want to jump out of her skin, and evidently rubbed herself against something. She could feel the warmth and moistness of her womanhood just seconds before Luma drew the most attention to it, yet as Luma began to lick her panties, it sent a shock down Yumia’s spine.

“Keeeyaaahhhh!” She exclaimed, her back jolting as her head threw back. Her hand frantically tried to find the source of this feeling, yet her senses were so thrown off by a euphoric bolt of lightning that she couldn’t find it.

“Luma!!! No!!!” She kicked her legs out, finally finding the Delcatty’s face as she pushed him away.
 
Luma was thrown back by the sudden kick, a yelp escaping out of momentary pain and surprise. Getting kicked in the face hurt, no matter whether you were Pokemon or human. It was a fair reaction of course, but that did not make a difference to the offended Delcatty. Yowling and in a huff, once he got back to his feet he paced about in an agitated manner, tail flicking this way and that as he glared daggers at her.

Holding back a chuckle, after a moment Riley put his camera down on the desk. Stepping over, he ran a hand down Luma's back. "There there, she didn't mean it," he assured his companion. Well, maybe she did. But he was confident that he could change her mind.

Turning, Riley shot Yumia another warm smile. "It's okay," he assured her. After a moment he picked Luma up, tilting the Delcatty vertically so she could see his belly and the growing erection below it. It was not full yet, but he was aroused enough that she would be able to see the tip poking out of his sheath, and the barbs lining his shaft. "See, Luma wouldn't be like this if he didn't think you were sexy. It's nothing to be scared of."

Well, she might not feel that way at the moment. But her tune would change soon enough.
 
“Sssexxy?...” Yumia recoiled some as she saw Luma’s pokemon cock beginning to harden. The seemingly innocent girl was not completely oblivious to the meaning of the word, nor was she ignorant of the biological procedure of things with regards to Pigeys and Beedrills. Infact as she had become warmer down stairs the implications of her state of dress and now her wet panties put some thoughts into her mind she would rather have buried. Riley’s compliments had begun to intoxicate her in a way as he slowly convinced the girl to undress.

But now laying back on the floor with her womanhood tingling from a lick from a Delcatty, she was getting worried about where this might go, a shiver running down her spine as she watched Luma get harder and longer.

“Uhhh, Riley I’m glad Luma thinks I am sexy and all… but…” her eyes dashed back and forth as she couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with him. She felt like such an immature little girl, adult situations making her feel uncomfortable and tingly inside.
 
Despite his attempted assurances, it seemed this was a subject Yumia was more sensitive on. Which was reasonable, given her relatively sheltered lifestyle. She only had the assumptions left by her mother, and whatever limited exposure that she had had. Perhaps that was something he could change though. After all, she did trust him.

"I know it's a lot, but a lot of people who have done photo shoots like this have also done this sort of thing," he told her with a solemn nod of his head. He did not look away, whether she chose to avoid his gaze or not. Still, his expression remained warm, rather than cold and aloof.

After a moment he released Luma, letting the Delcatty pad back over to try and resume what he had been doing. "I promise, he'll make you feel really good. Didn't you want to be treated like an adult?" Another tentative sniff, before Delcatty tried to lick her panties again. If she proved forceful in her resistance Riley would be forced to step in, just long enough for her to feel what it would really be like at least. Why deny herself the opportunity that was at hand?
 
This is what an adult photoshoot was like…? She imagined all the women in the magazines being violated by various pokemon between pictures as they felt their own moistenness slick between their legs. Yumia hadn’t put much thought to such acts being done with Pokemon before, the few times she let her mind slip to such lewdness she envisioned a handsome man bedding her with rose petals spread about the mattress as he gently glided into her to take her flower.

Rileys suggestion seemed to her that the only way to be treated like an adult meant letting a Delcatty defile her.

As Luma approached once more, probably more timidly than the first time, Yumia pet the pokemons head gently as it brought it between her legs.
“I’m sorry about before Luma.” Her fingers fused with his ears.

Yumia took a deep drawn breath as the Delcatty began to lick at the cloth of her panties above her mound once again. She squinted her eyes as she let the feeling consume her, a sharp yet warm sensation radiating up her slit and down her back.

In between long drawn gasps as she let the Delcatty have its way with her crotch, she looked up to Riley, big brown eyes with a certain desire afixed in them.

“I do want to be treated like an adult.” Her tone was more suggestive as her eyes lingered on him and her lip tucked under her top teeth as she bit down with each tingle of her pussy. With each gradual step of arousal within the small girl there was another level of adultness creeping across her face.

Yumia complied with Luma’s tongue only because she hoped Riley would see her for the woman she was. Since she met the boy in the market earlier that day there was something about him she wanted to be closer to, a girlish lust driving her.
 
As it turned out, Riley had left Yumia with something of a false impression of what these photoshoots were like. He had not meant that this was something that all of them did, merely that it was another avenue that some chose to follow. But since she had not given voice to those thoughts, he could not correct her.

Luma purred as Yumia apologized, leaning into her hand. It seemed Rileys worded did the trick though, as she provided no further resistance to what the Delcatty was doing. Another step on the path to being an adult.

Although tentative at first, Luma quickly leaned further into what they were doing. His tongue rose and fell in small strokes, soaking what remained of her panties that had not been touched yet. The force caused the fabric to push deeper into her folds, though the texture of his tongue would also be mitigated by the fabric in the way. Not that it would make much of a difference to the Pokemon as little was left untouched in some way.

At the same time Riley also moved into action. Retrieving the camera, he got a couple shots of Luma at work, though not many of those. There wasn't much point when she still had her clothes on. He just didn't want her to think he was ignoring her as Luma adjusted his position to better tend to her.

"I know you do," Riley agreed with a nod. he could feel her eyes upon him, no doubt looking to him for attention. Something she would get, once he had what he was looking for. "How about you take off the rest of your clothes, before it gets ruined any more." Her panties were soaked already, so there wasn't much point in wearing them. Especially if she was interested in doing this sort of thing now.
 
“Gahh!” Yumia exclaimed as she felt the warm tongue of the Delcatty run along her panties. The young girl had never experienced such a violation before, nor did she conceive a pokemon would partake in fondling her flower. Her leg shivered as Luma kept at it though, her underwear soaking wet from both Luma’s saliva and her own juices.

During her occasional exclamations of ecstasy she heard the clicking of Riley’s camera, the boy taking in the sights of her indecency above her. Riley already had her motivations dialed in, a cooped up girl desperate to be treated like an adult and now manipulated into showing skin for such attention. The previously very innocent and gentle girl looked up at the camera with eyes dilated and face twisted in a lewd fashion. She had lost some control of her outward emotions as the Decatty pampered her crotch.

Above her she heard Riley suggest taking off her remaining clothes, and as she slipped in and out of focus she almost did not hear him. It wasn’t until his words settled on her that she blushed a hard red. Looking down on her body and up at the boy she thought about her situation. There she was, in her underwear with a boy and pokemon she just met that day as she was soaking wet in the panties.

The reserved girl shuddered as another wave hit her mid thought. What else did she have to lose?

“Ahhh…” she patted Luma’s head. “Hold on sweetie.” She pushed the pokemon’s head away gently and ran her fingers under her panty strap. Pulling them away and off she tossed the soaking undergarments across the room, leaving her glistening bare slit exposed to both Luma and Riley, legs spread wide.

She had a beautiful smooth and puffy labia without blemish or bump, and crowning her womanhood was a tuft of black hair, lathered in juices both from her and Luma.

Yumia looked up at Riley for approval as she moved her hand away to let Luma continue. Then her hands ventured to her back to undo her sports bra. It was somewhat difficult in her position to do so, her legs spread and arms like jelly from the pleasuring she was receiving.

Looking up at Riley and then quickly to the side she wrung her hands.

“Riley… can you help me take this off?”
 
At Riley's suggestion, Yumia seemed to catch on to the idea. Luma stepped back as she sought some space, waiting patiently all the while. Moments later the soaked garment was removed and tossed across the room, where they fell to the floor unnoticed. Those would probably need to be cleaned later. But right now they could not be further from the groups minds.

That left Yumia bare and on display for the two boys. It was not a surprise, given how isolated she was, but it was still thrilling to see. From her smooth skin to waiting purity, she was practically a picture all on her own. One that the photographer was more than willing to sample with his eyes as well as an approving nod.

She then moved for her bra, only to face a slight problem with her motor skills. "Sure, just leave it to me," he replied when asked for some assistance. Moving around behind Yumia, he took over her for and quickly removed the bra. That was tossed away to join her panties on the floor, leaving her completely bare at last. She was finally on the precipice of everything that she had hoped for.

Luma stepped forward, resuming his oral care. She could fully feel the texture of his tongue now, rough and scratching at her soft skin but stimulating her nerves all the same. Without the panties in the way he was better able to apply direct pressure to her folds, slipping in where he had previously been held back and almost grooming her hair with his methodical strokes. It was different from a human, but that was no barrier to pleasure.

At the same time Riley remained where he was. Reaching around, he began to fondle her now bare breasts from behind. Groping hands massaged her undersized bust, not too aggressive but not treating her like a delicate flower either. "You look beautiful," he said with a smile. After a moment though he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I've heard this sort of thing can help them grow bigger you know." Not that he was one to judge whether that was true or not as he continued.
 
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