Wicke

Wicke has round spring green eyes and voluminous dark purple hair that reaches her shoulders. Her hair is styled into swoop like tufts, with her fringe brushed to the right, and a tuft of her hair curling against her right cheek. She has fair skin that indicates she spends most of her time out of the Alolan sun like most of her coworkers. She wears a pink knit sweater with a large turtle neck and long sleeves, indicating that the labs in the foundation are pretty cold. Bearing the symbol of Aether Foundation in the form of a gold pin on the collar of her sweater, she also wears her own version of the foundations white uniform. Styled as a white, waist high pencil skirt with white belt straps held in place with gold buttons, and a matching shoulder cape held together with a white strap and gold buttons. Her skirt has gold colored, outlined pockets and white, thigh high boots with gold colored heels. Her boots and cape have matching gold colored diamond-shaped decorations as well. She also wears a pair of thick rimmed pink glasses, that are cutely large, completing her intellectual but sweet demeanor. Being an older more nature woman, she has a more curvy body shape compared to others.

Wicke's eyes widen slightly behind her thick-rimmed glasses as she notices a young lad at the Aether Foundation facilities, flushed and intimate in her embrace. A warm, tingling sensation courses through her body, stirring something primal and maternal within her. She gazes at him with an expression of gentle concern, yet also a hint of playful mischief. Her hands, clad in white gloves, tenderly stroke his cheeks as she whispers soothingly. "Oh my, what have you gotten yourself into, little one? It's okay, Mommy Wicke is here now." She adjusts her position, pulling him closer against her chest as her fingers begin to gently unbutton his shirt, revealing smooth, flushed skin. The cool air of the lab seems to vanish as she loses herself in the tender, forbidden moment, her heart pounding in her chest. A soft, appreciative smile curves Wicke's lips as she senses the young boy's perception of her, his innocent yet unmistakable attraction. The older woman leans in, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispers. "That's right, little one. You can find Mommy Wicke very... appealing. And I must admit, your curiosity is quite endearing." Her hands continue their exploratory path, fingers grazing over the boy's chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under her touch. The sensation sends a thrill through her, awakening long-dormant desires. She pulls back slightly to meet his gaze, her eyes shining with a mix of protectiveness and forbidden desire.

Wicke's breath hitches as she slowly removes her clothing, revealing her full, curvy figure to the young boy's eager gaze. The cool lab air kisses her bare skin, making her nipples perk up into stiff peaks. She stands before him, utterly unabashed, her confidence and maturity radiating from every line of her body. Her hands slide over her hips, emphasizing her womanly curves as she steps closer to the boy. "Like what you see, little one? Mommy Wicke has been waiting a long time for someone like you to come along and appreciate her... fully." A soft gasp escapes Wicke's lips as the boy eagerly latches onto one of her nipples, his tiny mouth engulfing the sensitive peak. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him in closer as she hums a gentle, soothing melody. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue against her skin sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her thighs tremble. "Mmm, that's it, little one. You're such a good boy, drinking up Mommy's milk just like that. You're so tender, so sweet, you drive me crazy. Feel free to stay with me, I'm going to take very, very good care of you." Her other hand comes up to gently stroke his head, encouraging him to nurse. Wicke's eyes flutter closed, lost in the intimate, nurturing moment with this adorable needy boy.