The morning sun crept lazily through the half-open blinds, casting warm streaks of golden light across the soft carpet of the apartment. The air was still quiet — save for the occasional chirp of bird Pokémon outside and the gentle hum of a city just beginning to wake. In the bedroom, tangled in the sheets, Triss stirred faintly.
He groaned, rolling to one side, his messy black hair falling into his eyes. His shirt was halfway up his torso, exposing a lean chest and lightly toned stomach. He wasn't fully awake yet — that blissful space between sleep and consciousness, where everything felt warm, slow, and safe.
Or at least… it did.
Until something very soft and very heavy settled firmly onto his chest.
"Mmmnnh… huh?" Triss blinked groggily, his eyes adjusting to the silhouette leaning over him.
It was Talia.
His Tsareena.
She straddled his torso with deliberate pressure, her thick, smooth thighs firmly pressing into either side of his ribs. Her long legs were crossed casually beneath her, and her posture was perfect — back straight, hips tilted just enough to arch her body over his like a queen surveying her territory.
And that's exactly what she was: possessive, elegant, and far too dangerous when jealous.
"T-Talia…?" Triss mumbled.
Her smile was slow, predatory. "Good morning, Master."
She was wearing practically nothing.
Delicate leafy vines crisscrossed over her chest, just enough to hide the most sensitive parts of her soft, bouncing bust — but they shifted slightly with every breath she took, threatening to fall off at any moment. Her waist was bare, the curve of her hips smooth and exposed, save for a thin sash of leaves wrapped low across her thighs. Her legs gleamed in the sunlight — toned, flawless, and suffocatingly plush.
Triss's entire brain short-circuited.
"I wanted to talk to you," she purred, her voice low and melodic. "But it seems you've been so busy giving all the other girls your attention lately."
He blinked, confused. "W-What? I wasn't—"
She leaned in, placing her hands on his shoulders, her weight pressing down a little more. Her thigh brushed lower — just enough to make his breath catch.
"You've been giving head pats to Naya. Shoulder rubs to Bao. You kissed Amara on the cheek last night. And let's not even talk about the way you let Mira cuddle you while you were reading."
Triss blushed. "They—They all asked—!"
"Mmhmm." Her smile sharpened. "You're such a generous Master. It's adorable. Truly."
Her tone was sweet, but her fingers slid down his chest with practiced slowness — teasing the edges of his abs, making him twitch under her touch.
"I just think…" she continued, lowering her face until her lips brushed his ear, "...that maybe you need to be reminded who you belong to."
Triss swallowed hard, his hands hovering in the air, unsure of where he was even allowed to touch her.
Talia's legs shifted slightly — now grinding down more deliberately. The pressure from her thighs was insane. He could feel the heat radiating through her skin, through the thin vines, right where she was sitting.
Her eyes gleamed. "Still sleepy, Master?"
He tried to nod, but she placed a finger over his lips.
"No excuses," she whispered. "Today, your time is mine."
She sat up again, adjusting her posture so the vines strained over her chest just a little more. The movement caused her plump, royal bust to bounce softly — and Triss's eyes followed like he was hypnotized.
"You're staring," she said, voice laced with amusement.
"I—I can't help it," he admitted. "You look…"
"Perfect?" she offered.
He nodded dumbly.
She grinned.
Then she leaned back down, her chest squishing lightly into his as she planted a kiss on his cheek — slow, warm, and just teasing enough to make him squirm.
"You always get so shy when I get like this," she murmured. "But you never stop me."
"I… never want to."
"Mmm. Good boy."
Her fingers tangled into his hair, brushing it gently off his forehead. "Don't you ever forget, Triss," she whispered, her lips brushing his again, "I don't mind you loving them."
He blinked.
"But you're mine," she finished.
Then she kissed him.
This time, it wasn't sweet.
It was possessive.
Her lips claimed his, her tongue sliding into his mouth with ease, dominating the kiss as her hands pulled his wrists up over his head. Her body ground slowly against his lap, her thighs clenching him in place, her chest pressing tightly to his as she deepened the kiss again and again until his head was spinning.
By the time she pulled away, Triss was panting.
Talia sat back, a string of saliva between their lips, and smiled smugly down at him.
"You're cute when you're flustered," she whispered. "Almost makes me forgive you for spoiling the others."
"Almost?" he gasped.
"Mmhm," she said, grinding down on him once more. "But you'll have to work to earn full forgiveness."
"W-Work how…?"
Her smile widened.
"Oh, you'll find out," she said, licking her lips slowly.
"And I hope you've cleared your schedule, Master. Because I'm not getting off this bed… or off of you… anytime soon."