Pokemon-Nessa/Male OC

The darkness of the night is illuminated with the lights of the city. Hardly unusual, the metropolis is a big place and it’s said that things really come alive at night. But right, now, she makes it seem brighter than ever.

Standing there on the balcony of my room she’s lodged together for the night with just me, her back facing me. In this nightscape, her dark skin is blacker than ever, but in the glare of the flashing lights from the surrounding buildings, from the celebration outside, I can see her every detail. Her long dark hair tinged with blue highlights with that blue gem on the back of her head, she’s only wearing a hot pink negligee far too small to be called modest, exposing so much of her back lined with muscle underneath. Transparent too, I can see her dark skin under anyway, she’s not wearing anything under her nightwear. She looks so good naked, the negligee clinging to her erotic form, the frilly skirt exposing her full asscheeks and her long shapely legs, thick thighs curving out to calves that are so sharp they look almost sculpted, she’s only wearing pink high heels, right now I just want to keep staring at her. Her face is turned to the side looking down at the streets below, I can see the side profile of her gorgeous face, wearing magenta colored eyeshadow and a soft supple pink gloss on her full sable lips. She came well prepared, exactly like I wanted her.

Like I told her.

There’s no light in this room, her shining in that light on the balcony, she looks like my perfect little dark angel. Staring at her for so long, fantasizing, I almost had a heart attack when she looked back at me. Her side turns in tandem with her head, I can see the outline of her small dark breasts, the product of her athletic body swimming almost daily, her body naked through the transparent of the fabric of the pink negligee, her jet black nipples tinged with the rosy pinkness of the negligee driving me crazy. Just me and her staying here together, her dressed like this, there’s no denying what I from her. Why she’s here. But they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and a beautiful goddess can turn into a real she-devil just as fast. I don’t want that, I want to make her feel appreciated. To worship her.