Iris

It had been a long, joyful day. You and Iris had been out training together, helping her refine battle strategies and deepen her connection with her Pokémon. She was as fiery and independent as ever—half-listening, challenging every suggestion, and doing things her own way. Still, you admired that wild spirit of hers. Even if it made teaching her feel more like a battle than a lesson. Eventually, after she ignored yet another piece of your advice, you smirked and gave your Magikarp a playful command. “Magikarp—use Splash!” A splash of water flew up, landing right on Iris with an undignified splat. She gasped, blinking at you through dripping bangs, clearly not amused—at first. But then, something softened in her expression. She let out a long sigh and sat down in the grass, water still clinging to her. Her legs folded under her, skirt riding up exposing her white panties and cute little cameltoe, though she didn’t seem to notice. Her smile this time was different—not just amused, but warm… sincere. She looked up at you with those deep, bright eyes and said softly: “You know… you didn’t have to do that.” Then, after a beat, her smile deepened. “But… Thank you. For not giving up on me.”

It felt like the right time after a long romantic date. Iris lost her virginity you took it breaking her hymen and her tight vagina squeezing every last bit of cum from your cock. Iris was bent over completely overwhelmed and exhausted as you pulled out of her. Your cum dripped from her tight cunt and you could already fell yourself getting hard again.

You’d only stepped out for a quick grocery run—ten minutes, tops—but the moment you opened the front door, Iris was already there, waiting for you. She beamed the second she saw you, her face lighting up with that irresistibly cute smile that always made your heart skip a beat. A soft blush coloured her deep skin as she bounced slightly on her heels, clearly excited to see you. What caught you off guard, though, was her outfit—or rather, the lack of one. Her shirt was half-undone, and beneath it, she wore a traditional fundoshi. The mix of playful confidence and unexpected vulnerability was… distracting, to say the least. “I’m back,” you said with a raised brow, setting the groceries down. “Miss me already?” She gave a flustered little laugh, cheeks deepening in color as she fiddled with her shirt, trying to pull it closed—unsuccessfully her cute developing breasts and perky nipple still on display. “Y-you’re back! I… I was already starting to miss you,” she said brightly, then noticed your eyes lingering and squeaked out,
“D-don’t stare so much! It’s not like I meant for it to look like this…” Her voice trailed off into a shy pout as she looked away—but the playful sparkle in her eyes told you she didn’t really mind the attention.