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Lugia has his reasons for hiding himself away from the human world. Some say it's because a single flap of his wings can create powerful gales that destroy entire buildings. But could it be that it's because he has an overwhelming exhibitionism fetish, and any eyes on his impossible-to-hide cock is bound to give him an uncontrollable hard-on? And because NOBODY is going to avert their gaze from a legendary pokémon's fat, firm, bobbing penis, it'd only excite Lugia even MORESO to the point every heavy throb of his poképecker is punctuated with a hearty pump of his hot dickjuice? And that Lugia would be reduced to a blushing, teary-eyed mess, lying back and spreading his legs to ensure his phallus and nuts are as visible as possible if they don’t turn away, groping his goods just enough to pleasure himself without concealing them for his awe-struck gawkers?
"PLEASE, stop looking! I WANT to stop fondling myself! Seriously! But I CAN'T if you keep staring at my... m-my..." Lugia would probably say, even more aghast and abashed than those watching the mythical pokémon rubbing his malehood as fast and firmly as he can while making sure it remains presented and pronounced for all the shocked onlookers. "Just... Please, PLEASE d-don't look at my genitals! Y-you don't understand, I... I have a weakness! You don't know how much of a SLAVE I am to this! It feels so good pleasuring myself with you watching, I-I-I just... I just can't help it! I DON'T WANT to do this! I WANT to stop! HONEST! This is SO terribly embarrassing for me! Pleeeease stop looking!!!" Lugia would huff, pushing and pulling the skin over his rigid penis with the kind of vigor that he just wants to achieve climax and be done with it, every sticky reveal of his glans from within his unfurling foreskin emphasized like a performer emerging from the stage curtains.
But every time he'd feel he's about to achieve release, something in his body would just... lock up. Maybe it'd be the horrified murmurs of the ever-growing crowd or the many recording devices focused on his private parts, but something deep down inside of Lugia would cause him to pause... so that the cycle may start over again, prolonging their ogling, his torment-- his pleasure.
I mean, there's nothing that says that's NOT the case.
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