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Vanitas Does the Digital World	By : ShireFolk Category: Kingdom Hearts > Crossovers Views: 9031 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Naminé's eyes slowly fluttered open as she came to wakefulness. "Oh, my head…
She felt curiously lightheaded...and very, very relaxed. The last thing she remembered was passing out in a pool of cum—
VANITAS!
Abruptly the events of the previous night came flooding back. Naminé remembered being penetrated over and over again, his hungry kisses, his grunts as he inseminated her over and over again.
She jolted upright, her mind still in that state, looking for him. She wanted to get ploughed again by his massive rod; wanted to be trussed up by tentacles and gagged by his cock.
Her body had healed from the treatment, but it vividly remembered his touch. Already she could feel herself heating up...albeit it was rapidly cooled by shame. The memories and desire were tempered by it. Not for sleeping with the enemy, no, but because she couldn't contribute a damn thing in that fight. That burned...once again she was worthless in a battle. Even Kairi could fight better than she could.
She slowly sat up, finding herself completely cleaned up, save for a curious mark above her slit, where her pubes would be if she had any.
The mark read, "VANI WAS HERE! ;)"
Her eyes widened, realizing he even signed the wink emoticon just to be a douche.
A part of her wanted him to still be in there, despite that. That night had been the most thorough fucking she'd ever had, even with the Organization having treated her as a cumdump. Now she felt terrible about it, even if it was to save Roxas, she had enjoyed it too much! She couldn't believe she'd asked Vanitas to mark her too after she'd seen him do the same to Xion and Kairi, the douche!
Naminé stared flatly at her groin. "What have I done?"
She was spared further introspection by a groan to her left. She turned to see a curious sight. She had been sharing a bed with the other two girls, and Xion and Kairi were currently cuddling together in the bed, nude as the day they were born. Despite their clear slumbering state, the girls were actually cuddling, their breasts pressed together, their lips inches from each other!
Naminé inhaled sharply, her cheeks flushing as Xion shifted slightly and actually kissed Kairi on the mouth. She nearly squeed.
Then both girls let their eyes slide open...and they both squeaked.
"XION!?"
"K-KAIRI!?"
Xion backed up, and bumped into Naminé, making the blonde squeak as Xion's hand found some interesting places on Naminé's thigh. "I'M SORRY KAIRI I DIDN'T MEAN TO I SWEAR—" She stopped and pointed. "Whoa, what's on your tits?”
Kairi looked down, and hefted the breasts in question. "I can't read it from this angle, what's it say?"
Xion leaned in, a lot closer than she really needed to, and whispered, "Vani was here, Sora is a loser! He even put in a wink Emoticon!"
"OH FUCK THAT ASSHOLE!"
"I dunno," Xion replied with a wink. "He fucked yours pretty good last night."
"Um, Xion," Naminé interjected. The blonde pointed down. "I hate to break it to you, but you've got something on your butt."
Xion blinked. "What's on my butt!?" She leaned forward, so anxious that she forgot herself and shoved her face into Kairi's cleavage. Naminé found herself staring at Xion's perfect pale ass, bouncing in and out of her vision.
"Vanitas was here. Love ya, Sweet Tits. With a wink emoticon."
Xion moaned into Kairi's tits with dismay. "I'm RUINED! Now everybody's going to know his nickname for me! I'll never live it down for the rest of my life!"
Kairi tried not to giggle; Xion's breath tickled. "Well, it's on your butt so at least you could cover it up… He destroyed my clothes. Everybody's going to see this!"
Just then, the door to the bedroom opened, flooding the room with light. The girls all squeaked, about to summon their weapons when a musical voice said, "Please, girls. I mean you no harm."
A vision of beauty strode into their midst. Naminé in particular outright gasped.
"Oh...oh my..."
She was an angel...a literal angel. She strode in, nude save for a winged helmet hiding her eyes and a pair of white boots, one with a feather design and the other emblazoned with a cross. They traveled up to her thighs, but did little to hide the alabaster loveliness of her long, lissome legs. She strode like a queen, hips swaying from side to side enticingly, ab muscles rippling as she walked. Her large, perky, bare breasts bounced and swayed hypnotically as she came closer. Her full, luscious lips quirked into a smile as she folded her strong, lightly muscled arms underneath her breasts, pushing them up slightly. Behind her, eight folded wings trailed, twitching slightly as she regarded the three nubile girls before her.
"Well," the angel said, "girls, I didn't expect you to be up so early...or so lively. How are you all feeling?"
"A little lightheaded," Naminé answered, awed by the angel's presence. "But otherwise okay."
"Apart from burning, earth-shattering, embarrassment at what Vanitas wrote on us," Xion wailed into Kairi's bosom.
The angel woman's wings flared out at the mention of that name. "You know him?" She demanded.
"We spent the whole night having our worlds rocked by him," Xion replied, still not leaving the warmth of Kairi's cleavage. "Yes, we know him."
The angel sighed. "I know the feeling. Vanitas plowed me as well. He was so charismatic, so suave...so big..."
She licked her lips.
"Pardon me. He was good at it...but it was a trap. He wanted to corrupt me into a LadyDevimon...but all he did was give me strength. My climax was greater than ever, as were my powers. I was able to KO him and escape his whorish entourage..."
"Oh, I bet he didn't like that," Xion said with a smirk before it fell. "Wait, whorish entourage?"
The angel nodded. "Vanitas is seducing anything female he can find for Lilithmon. She's using him to create an army for her to take over this world." She frowned. "Or, he's using her to make a harem for himself," the angel backtracked. "Lilithmon already had an army before...how long have I been imprisoned?"
"We heard him say that he was going to become the next King of the Digital World," Naminé said.
"King of the Digital World?" the angel asked them. Naminé nodded her head.
"That's what he said, if I remember right."
The angel placed a finger to her chin. They couldn't see her eyes, given her helmet covering the top half of her face, but she seemed to be giving it a lot of thought.
"What if Lilithmon isn't using him after all? Maybe they've become partners...that would not be good at all." She frowned. "Oh dear. I could defeat Lilithmon given enough time to gather my strength, but at the rate he and his monsters are seducing soldiers they'll have an army powerful enough to conquer the world in record time."
She turned to the girls. "And you girls may have given him even greater strength to do so. With every lover he takes, he grows more powerful. And he has taken many women into his bed already."
Kairi's head sank. "So that threat was all a ploy to get us to sleep with him anyway." The angel nodded.
"Indeed. But fear not. Despite all the power he wields now, he is not invincible."
Xion interrupted. "I'm sorry, but how do you know that? And first of all, who are you, exactly and why did you bring us here?"
The angel stopped, looking startled for a moment, before regaining her composure. "I am sorry. My name is Angewomon. I found you in the forest a short distance outside of Primary Village, asleep in a pool of what now was clearly Vanitas' cum mixed with your own. I brought you here to my home because I had a feeling you would prefer to be clean before the rest of the world sees you again."
The girls all blushed, Naminé in particular.
Angewomon continued. "However, I was unable to cleanse you of Vanitas's taint. Not completely. You must do that on your own."
"Taint?" Xion asked.
Kairi looked down at her body, seeing her gorgeous breasts with the black writing scrawled on them. "I feel tainted enough already. And to think I chose to get into it last night...we've been USED!"
Angewomon nodded.
"AND HE KNEW! ALL THE TIME!"
Naminé bit her lip. "I'm sorry, girls...I should have fought harder..."
Kairi placed her hand on Naminé's shoulder. "No, it wasn't your fault, Naminé. I shouldn't have stopped just because he destroyed my clothes. If I'd kept fighting, maybe I could have taken him."
Naminé sniffled. "Yeah, but at least you could fight!"
Angewomon was silent, but watched closely...so to speak.
Xion patted Naminé's other shoulder. "Naminé, it's not your fault he decided to hit you with a cheap shot and take you out early. You could have shattered his heart with a thought, but you didn't because you care what happens to Sora and Roxas and Ven. That's nothing to be ashamed of."
Naminé sighed. "I guess..."
"Perhaps you three would like to take a bath," Angewomon suggested. "I cleaned you up as well as I could myself, but you might feel better if you washed yourselves. I'll have food ready when you're done."
The three girls exchanged glances and nodded as one. "Yes, thank you!"
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Riku woke with a start, finding himself in a completely different place from where he'd first fallen asleep. The place he was in was dark and foreboding, and smelled of dry stone. It was a far cry different from the soft-scented sheets and clear air of the hut in Primary Village he had laid down in. He was also standing instead of lying down, with his feet shackled to the wall. In front of him were steel-looking bars, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was in a prison cell.
Riku scratched his head while yawning. How the heck did he fall asleep in the safety of a village of baby digimon and their caretakers only to wake up jailed in a cell in what looked to be a castle dungeon?
He found a pile of straw and bunched it up to sit down on it. He could escape from here whenever he wanted thanks to his Keyblade, so he might as well wait until his captors returned, and then he could beat some answers out of them as to where he was and where his friends were.
Time passed, but it didn't take all too long before he heard footsteps tapping on the stone hallway in front of his cell. Riku perked his head up in interest, and what he saw made his eyes widen.
"Yuffie...!"
True to his eyes, Yuffie Kisaragi was standing in front of his cell and unlocking the door, her purple eyes frantically on the lock. The barred door swung open, and the short ninja girl rushed in. She was wearing her black vest with a dark purple tank-top underneath, and a pair of khaki shorts along with...sandals? Riku held in his frown. He'd never seen Yuffie wear sandals before.
The door closed behind her, but Yuffie didn't seem to notice as she flung herself at Riku, calling him by his name, and hugging him.
Immediately Riku knew that this wasn't really her. Ever since Yuffie had actually met him, she'd never once called him by his name. Not even when they were cuddling closely together and whispering sweet nothings after a session of lovemaking did she call him, "Riku". He was always "Sparkles" to her, because his silver hair had sparkled in the sunlight when she'd first seen him, or in their most intimate moments, "Ri-Ri."
He'd never tell Sora, and Yuffie's "older brother" Leon was out of the question as well, but he and the ninja had secretly grown very close since meeting. Yuffie had been compared to a town bicycle before, in that everyone got a turn on her (Kairi included, and in a threesome with Sora at that!), but what the two of them shared was something much more special.
Sora would never let him live it down if he found out about it right around now. They were going to wait for a few more months before announcing the relationship.
Whoever this was, it wasn't Yuffie, but someone who had borrowed his beloved's face, and hadn't even gotten her body right! Yuffie's chest was definitely smaller than this. This was a defilement of the ninja! He was going to have fun fucking the shit out of this imposter if she was trying to seduce him, because that had already failed horribly.
The fake Yuffie was pressing kisses against his neck. "I'm so glad to see that you're safe," she said, hugging him tighter. "Don't worry, I'm going to make everything better."
There was a very sultry tone in the way she said that, one that left Riku with no misconceptions as to this imposter's intentions. "Yuffie..." Riku whispered, doing his very best to make his voice sound genuine. No matter what, this was still arousing to a degree.
Yuffie winked at him. "Are you alright, Riku~?" She purred. "I missed what we used to pull in Hollow Bastion together...you remember?"
Riku nodded his head. "I do." Swiftly, he divested the girl of her vest, and saw the way that the breasts that were much bigger than they should be stretched the fabric of her tank top. It looked pretty tight.
Since this wasn't actually his Yuffie, he knew that he wasn't about to get in trouble for what he was about to do. Yuffie herself would probably put him in a full-nelson with her legs before he could blink and start crushing his head between her thighs, but this girl? Definitely not. The silver-haired Keyblade Master placed his hands on the neckline of her tank top on either side of those concealed melons, and with a pair of bulging biceps he ripped her shirt clean down the middle until it was hanging off her shoulders like a second vest.
The Yuffie-imposter squeaked and looked down at her now-free bosom, seeing her nipples harden at their sudden exposure to the cool air of the dungeon. Seeing Riku's smile, however, caused her to remove what remained of the garment, thus leaving her topless in front of him with her large DD-sized breasts free for him to gaze at.
Riku pressed his hands to them, appreciative of their size and feel, but knowing that Yuffie's smaller ones were much better than these. Yuffie also had a small, gorgeous tattoo of a blue rose and red rose in full bloom entwined just on the northwestern hemisphere of her left breast. These ones were completely bare of such a definitive mark. Regardless, they still felt grand in his palms, and Riku teased and toyed with her chest while craning his head down to kiss her on the neck hard enough to leave a hickey.
He wasn't about to kiss this fake's lips.
Yuffie gasped. "Riku!" Her exhalation made Riku smile, and his hands slid lower down her front, making lightning race through her skin until his fingers reached the waistband of her shorts. Briefly, Riku wondered if he'd be able to rip these apart like he had the shirt, but decided that that might be trying his luck a little.
However, if this imposter was wearing panties underneath, they'd share the same fate as the tank top. She had no idea how he and the real Yuffie made love if she'd bungled her disguise this much. He had yet to even take off his vest, but that didn't matter too much to him at the moment. He wanted to get this noirette naked before he had her on her knees and taking his dick between her lips.
The Yuffie before him picked up on the hint as his fingers undid the button at the front of her shorts, and she slipped out of them with a smile and a wink. She was wearing panties underneath, a sexy black thong to be more exact. Riku smirked. That was definitely going. He got onto his knees, tracing his fingers up and down her smooth thighs before they reached the waist of that underwear.
She let out a squeak as she saw his biceps tense up in preparation. "Y-You wouldn't!"
"What's wrong, Yuffie?" he asked with a smirk. "We do this all the time." He dropped his voice into a husky whisper easily heard in the cell's still air. "You like it when I rip your clothes apart."
The air was then punctuated with the sound of her thong snapping as he tore it from her body. Yuffie was spared shouting further as he pressed his lips against her muff, digging his tongue into the meal with a fierce gusto that immediately made the blood rush to her cheeks.
"Ri-Riku!" Yuffie exhaled, her hips bucking at his mouth's sudden assault on her precious place. Riku kept her steady, his hands pressed against her behind. She was already panting hard, Riku's tongue and teeth expertly working to quickly turn her into a submissive puddle.
Underneath the disguise, Lilithmon was completely flustered, hot and bothered. This didn't make any sense! Riku was supposed to be an introverted, reclusive jerk with an unrequited crush on a ninja slut. He should have been putty in her hands, not the other way around! His oral skills were superb, driving her towards a quickly building climax. She couldn't stop him. Her legs weren't answering her, and her fingers could only make fists in his hair, keeping his head pressed to her crotch to make him keep doing what he was doing.
She groaned aloud, "Oh, don't stop! Don't stop!" She just had to hope Vanitas was busy with those four digital sluts he'd recruited earlier...this would be rather hard to explain otherwise.
Ten seconds later, Riku had her cumming into his mouth, his tongue eagerly digging into her to bring all of it inside. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and not a single drop of it escaped him. Yuffie-Lilithmon breathed heavily while looking down at him, chest heaving, face flushed from such an intense and early orgasm.
Smirking, Riku slowly rose from his kneeling position in front of her, pausing to press fiercely passionate kisses against her hard pink nipples that jutted out from their pale homes like icebergs on a black sea. He reached his full height, over a head taller than the ninja girl in front of him, and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts before her awed eyes. He dropped them and his boxers to his ankles, proudly displaying his fully standing erection.
"Come on, Yuffie," he said warmly, softly placing his hands on her shoulder and pressing a kiss to the top of her head through her hair. "You know what to do."
Yuffie-Lilithmon nodded her head and went down on her knees. Riku wasn't as big as Vanitas, which would have been saying something as that black-haired youth's cock had just kept getting bigger as he fucked more digimon, but it was still at a very respectable size for a human penis. She licked her lips. He'd already turned her on so much from his earlier attitude and ministrations that seeing his hard prick right in front of her eyes was a temptation that she just couldn't deny. Lilithmon wrapped Yuffie's lips around his member and sucked, taking in that dick flavour with a low and sensual moan.
Riku gently placed a hand to the back of her head, helping her bob it back and forth along the shaft. "That's it, Yuffie. Suck it just like that."
Lilithmon did just that, knowing already that somehow she'd lost this round to the silveret, but she'd get her revenge on him later. Right now she was just going to enjoy this. She took in the taste on her tongue, wrapping it around and around his cock like it was a snake's, making the youth gasp and shove his hips forward into her face. Lilithmon giggled inside. He certainly hadn't been expecting something like that to occur.
Riku's eyes widened and his hips bucked as Fake Yuffie's tongue pulled a trick the real one could never pull off. Her eyes slid shut as she teased the base of his shaft with the tip of her tongue, deeply enjoying his pleased moans. His hands, now free, clutched at her head...but the one thing that'd make it worthwhile was sadly denied to her just yet. Only Vanitas could do it right!
Nevertheless, Riku snaked his hips back and forth, driving his dick in and out of her throat while her tongue slithered around it. The Fake Yuffie took it all in stride, pleasing him at her discretion while he fucked her face. She knew that he'd never had a tongue do to him what she was doing, and it wouldn't take long for him to blast his first shot into her.
The silver-haired Keyblade Master grunted and gasped while fucking his fake lover right in her throat. She choked and gasped around his cock, making the most obscene noises out of her mouth and nose. He could feel his balls twitching as they slapped against her chin. "I'm gonna cum, Yuffie!" he growled. "Take it all!" Riku thrust all the way in, pressing her head against his crotch while bucking his hips forward, and his dick pulsed and erupted with his seed.
Lilithmon's throat expanded as Riku's cum poured inside of her, and the disguised digimon Demon Lord swallowed it all down without problem. When his dick stopped quivering in her esophagus, she pulled her mouth off of him, and opened it wide and displayed her tongue, showing him a vessel devoid of his spunk.
"That was delicious, Ri-Ri," She simpered. She was laying the charm on thick, she knew, but after an orgasm like that he probably wouldn't notice. Her certainly hadn't seen through her disguise just yet.
Riku felt his insides squirm at her calling him that. How had she...?
Wait. He was in an old style castle dungeon. Only someone who would have styled himself or herself as a lord would have something like this, he reasoned, and the only one he knew of like that was the Demon Lord of Lust, Lilithmon. It shouldn't be a stretch for her to disguise herself as the girl his heart lusted after the most.
If she'd learned that detail about Yuffie just through sucking his cock...this woman was dangerous. He had no time to lose!
"You're welcome," Riku said kindly, still playing her at her own game. "Get onto all fours for me, Fie, I want to make love to you so hard."
She giggled, "Oh sure, big boy, sure..."
Lilithmon dropped to her hands and turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder at the silveret as he divested himself of his vest. His eyes were solidly on her tight butt, and she wiggled it at him. Riku swooped down, clutching it in his hands and kissing the skin multiple times on each cheek before straightening up, aiming his still-hard rod at her entrance.
No time for a nice, loving session of lovemaking. He needed to fuck this bitch's lights out and get away from here!
Lilithmon moaned in lewd pleasure as Riku thrust inside of her, heading all the way to the hilt into her lubricated snatch right off the bat. Then his other limbs assaulted her, and she quickly found herself becoming putty in his hands again. His lips and tongue kissed and licked at her neck and behind her ears, one of his hands massaged her flopping tits and nipples, the other hand found and fingered her pink pearl hidden by her lower petals, and through it all his cock drove into her cunt like a charging bull in the ring, each thrust somehow getting a sideways wiggle in at the same time. It was forceful, merciless rutting designed to pleasure her as intensely as possible. This man was a master at it.
She felt as though his hands were everywhere at once, pleasuring her so intensely, so swiftly...it was brutal, ferocious, feral rutting of the most vicious nature. She loved it.
"Riku! Riku! Riku!" Lilithmon panted, blushing and already finding it hard to keep her breath. Dammit! This fool was dominating her. It wasn't supposed to be this way! Her precious Vanitas was the only one who should be able to dominate her and get away with it!
She almost wished he was rougher with her body!
Riku bit the back of her neck, and that drove it home. Her walls clenched tightly around his cock and she wordlessly cried out as she climaxed, cumming so hard that as soon as her orgasm ended her sight flickered and all became dark. Riku had fucked her unconscious with one orgasm.
Slowly pulling out of her body, Riku set her down, watching as Yuffe's form turned back into that of the Demon Lord's. He shook his head, almost unable to believe that he'd just fucked out a succubus in one go. He summoned his Keyblade, Way to the Dawn, and undid the shackles on his ankles before pulling his shorts and boxers back up and putting his vest on again.
It was time to get out of this cell.
Riku padded out into the hallway, cursing whoever stole his shoes before looking around. No guards. Lilithmon must have wanted total privacy.
He tiptoed out of the room, casting about for any more guards, when he heard feminine giggles coming from around the corner. Hurriedly he dove back behind cover as Vanitas, flanked by at least three LadyDevimon, strode past.
"So you say she just left?"
One of them, clad in red, nodded. "Indeed, my lord. She just abandoned us mid-coitus and threw herself out the window, despite our best efforts to catch her. She was always a slippery one. I'm gonna miss her..."
They all gave low moans of disappointment. Vanitas patted Red on the butt soothingly. "Don't worry, we'll find her again, Red. Anything I can do to help you feel better~?"
She smirked and the amazonian devil lifted him off the ground. "I can think of a few things. Don't you agree, girls?" They all cheered and swept off, Vanitas in Red's arms as they galloped off into an adjacent room. Riku's cock twitched despite his fear; those female devil monsters had some really nice asses…
He shook his head. Not important right now…
Riku kept sneaking through the castle, dodging guards and ducking into a closet at one point to avoid a gaggle of giggling catgirls.
"Is everyone in this fucking castle a slutty monster girl?"
He had to admit though, that the eyecandy of it was certainly easy on the eyes. A part of him, a small part that he immediately beat down with Thor's hammer, admired Vanitas for being able to accomplish this in such a short amount of time.
Riku kept wandering through the castle, ducking away from guards and lurking in the shadows. Lilithmon and Vanitas' soldiers were actively looking for him now. He appreciated how they looked whenever he got a clear chance, but he doubted he'd enjoy getting caught, since it would put him back in that dungeon with Lilithmon. She probably wouldn't be very happy to learn that he'd been playing her from the start and screwed her out in order to escape. She seemed like the sort of woman who'd take that very personally.
Riku slid his way into another corridor, suddenly finding himself faced with tall windows overlooking a plain before a vast forest. There were mountains in the distance, none of them familiar with the ones he'd seen since arriving in the Digital World. He wondered how the others were doing. If they were safe or had been taken prisoner like him and placed in different locations to separate them.
Hearing sounds, Riku quickly stole down the corridor, turning to the right as he reached a T-intersection. He found himself in another hallway, forty feet long, ten feet wide, and twelve feet high. At the end was a wooden door with black iron bands on it, and a thick iron lock.
He scowled. "Well, that looks ominous. Hm...well, I suppose it couldn't hurt..." He pointed his keyblade at it, and the lock slid open faster than Yuffie's legs on date night.
The Keyblade Master made a mental note to visit her again. Lilithmon using her form had made him yearning for her more than ever… As soon as they were done here, he was going to give her a whole week of his time. Sora and Kairi could surely find things to do while he spent some of his vacation on Radiant Garden. He could always come up with a bullshit excuse for his stay later.
He stepped inside, and realized he was in a jail of some kind. Before he had a chance to look around to get a greater impression of the place than "jail", a voice shouted, "Hey! What are you doing in here!?"
Riku jumped, and turned around to see--what looked like a cute girl in a pig costume. She raised a great big rake and glared at him menacingly. "I won't go easy on you just because you're cute, either. Now who are you, handsome? Shoot! That didn't sound too threatening. Uwa... reach for the sky, evil-doer!"
Riku couldn't suppress his amused chuckle in time.
"Hey! Don't laugh at me! I fought Ophanimon and lived!" It was true; if only because Ophanimon felt Cho-Hakkaimon was too pathetic to kill and instead locked her perverted piggish enemy inside that suit.
Riku placed his fingers to his mouth. "I'm sorry. It's just...you're kinda cute when you're flustered and trying to be threatening."
"What do you mean, trying!? I've got a rake, shirtless wonder, and I'm not afraid to use it!"
"I've got a Keyblade," Riku replied, casually summoning Way to the Dawn into his hand.
She recoiled a little before putting a smirk onto her face. "Fufu...impressive. It seems I underestimated you because you were a pretty boy, but I guess those muscles aren't just for show now are they?"
"No they are not," Riku answered. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
She blinked. "Wh-What do you mean!?"
"Look, right now, I don't want to fight anyone," Riku said. "I'm tired, and hungry, and just want to get away from Lilithmon and get back to my friends. So we can do this the easy way where you pretend you never saw me, or the hard way where I'm forced to knock you out."
Cho-Hakkaimon laughed in his face. "Wow, you're cocky AND sexy! I like that! But no human is ever going to knock out an Ultimate-level Digimon like me!"
"Oh really?" Riku asked with a little bit of a smirk. "Well, you still haven't seen my other weapon; the one that knocked Lilithmon out long enough for me to get away."
A clamor came from the cells at his words, whispers of, "He knocked out Lilithmon?" circulating.
Cho-Hakkaimon quickly looked anxiously at the prisoners in their cells. "Please be quiet," she said. "I don't need the others to think I'm doing a bad job. I need this to pay for rent!"
He paused. "Well, then..how about I show you how I knocked her out? They can't blame you if you were overpowered."
She lowered her rake a little. "Well, uh..."
Riku's Keyblade vanished from his hand in a flash of light, and he shrugged off his vest. His hands went to his shorts, undoing the button. Cho-Hakkaimon stared as he opened his pants...and she started drooling.
"S-S-Sausage....thick, juicy, meaty sausage..."
Riku smirked. "What's the matter, Miss Piggy? See something you like?"
She nodded her head as he pulled down his shorts, the definitive bulge of his meat outlined by his boxers. He looked down for a moment. Strange. It wasn't that big a half hour ago.
She licked her lips, trembling with hunger. "C-Can I see it? Please? Lilithmon's been hoarding all the best ones for herself these days!"
"Are you sure?" Riku asked with a cockily raised eyebrow. "This is what knocked Lilithmon out." Cho-Hakkaimon nodded her head again. Her legs were pressed close to each other, knees knocking together.
"Yes, I'm very sure!" She knew she was probably going to get in trouble for this...but what the hay? The pay here sucked. In some cases literally.
Riku grinned and dropped his boxers, letting the beast out to breathe. He was right. It was bigger now than it had been when he'd woken up. Cho-hakkaimon clamped her trotters to her nose to keep the blood from spewing out. Riku gave it a long, slow, stroke, the shaft gradually getting harder as he leered at her expectantly. She was definitely a horny little piggy.
She all but squealed, wiggling her hips excitedly as she stared at his cock. "Ooohhh...it's even bigger than I hoped it'd be!"
"And what age you going to do about it, little piggy?" Riku chuckled. "Are you going to gobble up this big meaty sausage?"
Cho-Hakkaimon had dropped her rake with a clang, and shed her entire costume in record time. "Does that answer your question, big boy? Now get over here and really make me squeal!" The curvy cute porcine girl curled her fingers invitingly, beckoning the Keyblade Wielder to her. "Come on over and stuff me silly. I'm all but begging you over here," she whimpered.
Riku thought about it, and confidently strode over to the porcine pretty, who'd spread her legs eagerly, spreading her pussy with two fingers as she licked her lips. "Come on, Silver, give it to me!"
"You're gonna have to get it wet first," Riku said, bypassing her pretty pussy and going to her mouth.
She opened her pink lips. "Aahhhh~!"
Riku unceremoniously shoved it in. "Ah...suck it, piggy!"
Cho-Hakkaimon wrapped her lips around it and did just that, moaning while she sucked it hard. Riku groaned in pleasure. The slightly chubby green-haired digimon sure could suck on meat. "Ah...that's it, little piggy. Suck on my big, meaty dick. You like having a hot sausage in your mouth, don't you?"
She hmm'd in agreement, greedily stuffing more of his thick shaft into her mouth. Her lips were tight around the shaft, but her mouth was incredibly wet. Her saliva glands were working extra hard as she slobbered her tongue all around him while he was inside of her mouth. Riku had to wonder if all the digimon were like this, experts with their tongues. Kairi, Selphie, and Xion had nothing on these girls, and Yuffie was only a close shave behind.
Sure enough, he had to pull out, lest he cum too early. "Okay then...ready, piggy?"
"Mwah!" she gasped, kissing the head. "Stick it in me. I want you to pork me so bad." Riku grinned and shuffled back, his hard, wet dong swaying back and forth like a pendulum as he moved to position it at her entrance. His lower head pressed against her chubby labias, her core hot and just as wet as her mouth, and she hadn't even orgasmed yet!
Riku, finally fed up with the foreplay, and in the mood for some rough sex, pulled away. With reckless abandon he scooped up the piggy, lifting her easily despite her bulk, and flipped her over onto all fours. She let out a noise between a squeak and an oink before she found herself raising her hips, wiggling her wide derriere for Riku's viewing pleasure. He snorted once, enjoying the view, before he grabbed those wide inviting hips. "You've been a naughty piggy, haven't you?"
He smacked her on the ass, making her squeal again. "YES!"
"And do you know what people do to naughty piggies?"
"What do they do?"
Another whack, harder this time, making her cheeks jiggle and sway from the force of his swing. He smirked as he left a red handprint on her hams. "They stick them. LIKE THIS!"
Without any further warning, Riku grabbed her ass with both hands and shoved himself in to the hilt. Cho-Hakkaimon almost lost it right then and there as the silver-haired Master proceeded to rut her like a wild boar. His grunts were animalistic in nature, his expression outright feral as he bore down on her, fucking her into the floor. Cho wailed in joy, her breasts mashed into the floor, her fingers unable to do anything more than curl as her new paramour roughly tenderized her like a prime cut of pork.
"AH! MISTER! M-MISTER!"
Riku smacked her on the ass again. "Master. CALL ME MASTER!"
"EEEK! MASTER! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO GOOD! I'M GONNA DIE IT HURTS SO GOOOOOOD---"
Meanwhile, the prisoners in the cell started to goad Riku on. "Yeah! That's it, human! Fuck her until she's good and hog-tied!"
Riku grinned as he smashed her all the way to the womb, his cock bumping her cervix with vicious purpose. Cho-Hakkaimon felt like a used ten-dollar whore as he grabbed her hair, but dammit she didn't even care. Not even Ophanimon could ruin this for her!
Riku kept screwing her...and then, suddenly, he pulled out. The pig screamed and tried to rise but Riku's hand on her back held her down, using the powers of darkness to enhance his own strength.
"Where's the key, piggy? Gimme the key and I'll let you cum."
"IT'S IN THE DRAWER OVER THERE! I SWEAR TO YGGDRASIL IT'S RIGHT THERE BUT PLEASE FINISH ME OFF, MASTER!"
She wiggled her hips, desperately trying to get him back inside her achingly empty cunny.
"I'M SO CLOSE, FINISH ME!"
Riku sauntered over to the drawer...and sure enough, there were the keys...not that he really needed them. Seeing her squirm was so delicious…
The silver-haired Keyblade Master pushed his fist inside of her instead of his cock, twisting it around to further stimulate her needy cunt.
Cho felt his fist inside her and her eyes rolled up into her head as she climaxed with one last porcine squeal. She hit the ground, unconscious, with a dreamy smile on her face.
Immediately the prisoners all applauded.
"Hurray for the Master!"
"The Master has saved us!"
"Please, Master, free us from our torment!"
Before he did that, though, he wanted a little more satisfaction out of her, and turned her back into her back. He gripped his cock tightly in his hand, and rapidly jerked off until he'd plastered her face with his jizz. When she woke, she was going to be one happy pig slut.
Riku turned his attention to the many prisoners, some comely, some not-so-much, some humanoid, some bestial…
"Holy crap, Lilithmon's one sick bitch..."
With a grunt, he tucked himself away and redressed, and then set about casually freeing every prisoner he could find. They were each amazed that with just a single tap of his Keyblade their shackles would drop away. The Digimon all fled in joy and wild abandon, one big monster named Minotaurumon actually smashing a hole in the wall in order to escape and make things easier for the others. They fled in droves...all but one small monster.
The small bird, Falcomon looked up at Riku with something akin to hero worship shining in his eyes. The bird bowed. "Master. You have saved me from slavery at the hands and whips of Lilithmon. Please, allow me to serve you until the end of my days."
Riku blinked in surprise. "Um...well, I don't do the master/servant thing that well..." It reminded him a bit too much of the time he spent with Ansem and Maleficent. His face brightened as he came up with a compromise. "But I would be fine with being friends, mister...?"
"Falcomon. But that is not my true name, or my true form. I cannot reveal it here--not enough room." The ninja-like bird moved towards the hole Minotaurumon left behind, and spread his wings wide.
Taking flight, he shouted, "FALCOMON! DIGIVOLVE TO...!"
Riku's eyes widened. "Digivolve...?"
Falcomon vanished in a flash of light, revealing a taller, stronger looking ninja-themed bird with powerful wings and legs and a shock of wild hair. “...PECKMON!”
Riku blinked, surprised. The great bird landed before him, and bowed.
"Shall we away from here, my friend and partner?" Peckmon asked, swooping his right wing in front of his chest during the bow.
Riku nodded. "Of course. I don't think there's any more good we can do here..." A familiar voice gave a great bellow of fury, making the entire castle tremble. "And Lilithmon just woke up."
"Then get on my back, and hurry!"
Riku clambered onto Peckmon's back. "Right! Come on, um, partner, let's get out of here." Peckmon nodded and raced out the hole in the wall once again, pushing off with his legs and flapping powerfully with his wings.
Peckmon hurriedly ascended and flew off as a gigantic shape erupted out of the castle's ceiling, bellowing Riku's name. Riku chanced a glance behind him and saw Lilithmon, now several stories tall, with glowing blue eyes howling in wrath that would have made Daemon proud.
"Oh boy..."
Peckmon accelerated into the distance, not daring to turn back. The Demon Lord's screams faded as they managed to put her behind them.
"She sounds very angry, Master Riku," Peckmon said anxiously as he sped away. "What in the Digital World did you do to her?"
Riku shrugged. "Eh, I tricked her. It's her own fault for trying to seduce and probably kill me."
"You tricked Lilithmon!?"
"Yeah. And then I fucked her until she lost consciousness."
"How did you trick her?"
"She was dressed up as my lover, Yuffie. That backfired on her in the worst possible fashion." "By the way," Riku said, holding up a strange device in his hand, "what is this?"
Peckmon glanced up while gliding for a moment. "That is a digivice!" he exclaimed.
"A digi-what now?"
"A digivice! It's a legendary artifact bestowed upon humans in times of need when the Digital World requires saving. Its presence marks you as a Digidestined, one of these Chosen humans, and me as your partner digimon." He smiled with bright eyes at Riku. "Your coming to the castle of Lilithmon and saving me must have been destiny, Riku."
Riku blinked, and then smiled. "Destiny, huh… So it was destiny to out fuck a succubus, then?"
"It would seem so," Peckmon replied.
"Well, Peckmon, can you take me back to Primary Village? We need to find the others and regroup."
"Certainly. Hold on to me tight, friend. I'll show you just how fast I can fly."
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Naminé sat in the large bath, still feeling low. Memories of Vanitas effortlessly trouncing her had dragged up bad memories of being the Organization's puppet/fucktoy. She may enjoy getting laid but she hated being helpless.
And the words Vanitas had left on her just wouldn't come off! They’d been in this house with Angewomon all day, and this was the third bath they’d taken! Kairi and Xion were having the same issue.
"Come on, Kairi, harder!"
"If I scrub any harder I'll have scrubbed your ass raw!"
Naminé glanced over, seeing Xion on the tile outside of the tub on her hands and knees with Kairi kneeling around her rear as it was raised into the air. The redhead was rubbing a sponge filled with suds back and forth along Xion's butt, trying desperately to remove the words that had been written there. From this position, Naminé had a clear view of the ones written on the redhead's bust.
"Still no luck, girls?" Naminé said it lightly, but she'd long since given up on her own unwanted tattoo.
Kairi emptied a bucket of water over Xion’s bubble-covered butt, leaned back and gripped her hair. "Arg! Still nothing! The stuff won’t go away!" The redhead tossed the thing aside. "I hate to call it quits, Xion, but I'm just hurting you now. Maybe we should give it a day first..."
Xion gave her puppy dog eyes.
"Hey! Mine's all over my breasts, and Vanitas wrecked all of my clothes. You still have a skirt to hide it."
Xion still persisted with the eyes.
Kairi snorted. "Not gonna work, Xion. I grew immune to that when Sora—" She shifted, guiltily. "I...I think I'm going back to bed now."
Xion turned her gaze on Naminé. "What about you, Nami? You think you could get it off?"
Naminé avoided the question. Her own wouldn't come off, so why would Xion's? "Kairi? Are you okay?"
"I think so...ugh. I feel guilty. Vanitas told me Sora was seeing someone else and we're not even a couple yet. I don't even know if it was true or not and I believed him on the spot! I'm an idiot!"
Xion gave Kairi a hug, despite their nakedness.
"Kairi, you were upset and horny—"
"I'm always horny! That's the problem! Even now I still want a cock to suck..."
"It's alright, so am I, and so do I!" Xion giggled. "Well, I don't have a cock," she said, sliding her hand down Kairi's body, "but I do have my fingers..." She teasing plucked at Kairi’s folds with them.
Naminé sighed. "Could you two please take that away. I'm not in the mood to hear you playing around tonight."
Kairi blinked, and then turned guiltily to their third party. "Of course, sis. Come on, Xion. Let's take this elsewhere."
Xion promptly scooped Kairi up bridal style. "Of course."
They left with a "Hope you feel better, Nami!" Naminé leaned back in her own tub, and sighed again, brooding.
A voice broke across her thoughts. "Why such heavy sighs, my dear?"
Naminé squeaked and floundered in the water as Angewomon stepped inside the bathroom. The angel seemed even more radiant in these close quarters.
"I-I wish that I could make a difference," Naminé answered.
Angewomon slipped into the bath with her, her pale skin seeming even more radiant in the steam. "Continue. You've been quiet all day. You may like to get this off your chest."
Naminé's lip wobbled, and she hugged the angel. "I'm a weakling! I'm always feeling helpless and I can't fight to save my life! I even tried to train with the others but I just don't have the ability, not like my sister or Xion! And my magic's too unstable! If I misuse it I might render someone a vegetable or worse!"
Angewomon patted her on the head. "It's alright. I'm sure you have other talents that your sisters don't."
Naminé sighed. "My only real talent is manipulating people. That and being a cumdump..." She shook her head, dispelling that one. "I can make people lose their memories or forget things entirely. I can even make new ones. But it's an evil power...at its strongest I can erase someone's mind altogether. They used to call me the Memory Witch.
"And when I wasn't screwing with minds, I was screwing with my body. I was a sex toy, more or less."
Angewomon stroked the girl's hair, allowing Naminé to rest her head on her bosom. "That sounds like a fearful power and a terrible responsibility." She pressed a kiss to Naminés forehead. "You poor dear."
Naminé sniffled, feeling herself calm down in Angewomon’s embrace. "But then I got free. Sora saved me, and all I wanted to do was repay him for what I did to him...but then that man DiZ used me again for his petty revenge scheme. He even made me manipulate someone else."
She breathed his name reverently. "Roxas… I owe him so much...I hurt him so badly and he never once held it against me. Neither did Sora. They both have such caring, forgiving hearts.
"But as much as I hated the people I was working for," Naminé sniffed. "I loved being their cumrag. At least DiZ never used me like that, but I learned to enjoy sucking cocks, taking three at once...some days it was my only solace from the evil I was committing."
Angewomon cradled her head while Naminé delved it into her cleavage. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex, Naminé," she said.
"R-Really? Even with evil people?"
Angewomon nodded her head. "Even with people like Vanitas, so long as you do not let it rule over you. If you know how, you can turn it into a weapon, and not a psychological one at that." Angewomon gently pushed Naminé away, and removed her helmet. Underneath was the most beautiful pair of amethyst eyes that Naminé had ever seen on a face that radiated goodly beauty. "You can gain power from the act, strengthening yourself."
"But-but didn't you say that that's what Vanitas was doing?" Naminé asked, a little stunned at the angel's beauty, the first time she saw her completely in the buff.
Angewomon set her helmet to the side. "Indeed...but he cannot use it in the fashion I mean. You can."
"What do you mean?"
Angewomon gave her a smile. "I can show you how I escaped Lilithmon's clutches, and how I tricked Vanitas. If you'll allow me to."
"If it means that I'll be able to fight against the ass, then yes, please show me," Naminé answered, determination filling her voice.
Angewomon gave the smaller lady a throaty chuckle. "Very well, then." She lifted Naminé's head, and their lips met in a chaste kiss. Naminé thought her first instinct would have been to recoil, but the kiss was so warm and welcoming, she didn't want it to end.
"Angewomon," Naminé whispered lowly.
"Yes, dear?" The angel whispered back.
"Not that I'm...complaining," Naminé answered, "but, why did you just kiss me?" She didn't give the angel a chance to reply right away, softly pressing her lips against the other blonde's.
Angewomon smiled. "Because, my dear, you needed it. You needed to know you felt loved, and that you are worthy of love.You are not used, nor are you a toy for others amusement. Your body should be your own, to be given as you see fit. If that means you want to spend a day pampering yourself by having three cocks come at you, then that is your decision, and that can give you power."
Naminé turned red as a vision of Sora, Roxas and Ven doing just that appeared in her mind's eye. "Oh my..."
Angewomon giggled, amethyst eyes twinkling. "You just thought of something naughty, didn't you?"
Naminé squirmed in the Angel's grasp. "Yes..."
Angewomon kissed her again. Naminé kissed her back. "Why do you keep kissing me, Angewomon? I feel as though you want something from me?"
"The power I wish to teach you to wield can only be used while having sex. I want to get you in the mood." Angewomon lifted Naminé out of the bath, standing up to her full height as she held the smaller girl in her arms, bridal style.
Naminé found herself being carried through her host's home, hearing Kairi and Xion in the bedroom nearby gasping and moaning with joy. She squeaked and cuddled closer to Angewomon, who gave her another laugh.
"Oh yeah, Xion...twist it around."
"Damn, Kairi. Who knew you could take a whole fist back here!"
"Harder! Mmm..."
"Mmm..."
Naminé's eyes shot open in shock. "How does one fit that there?"
"Perhaps your sister Kairi can stretch more than you thought," Angewomon replied. "Or, perhaps it is a special magic in her body that allows it to handle it."
"Or Kairi just really likes taking things up her butt," Naminé replied with a dirty giggle.
Finally, Angewomon carried Naminé to a great, big, heart-shaped bed.
"Sadly, my other friend isn't here tonight...she's off seeing a man. My bed gets rather lonesome at night without her. Would you mind helping me warm it, Naminé?"
Naminé shook her head as she sank into the covers, her head falling against a plush purple pillow. "No. I wouldn't mind warming it at all."
Angewomon slid onto the bed next to her, laying on her side. Naminé couldn't help but let her eyes rove over the other blonde, the water wetting the skin of her lower body sliding down and soaking into the red covers. She was completely hairless beneath her head, and...though it sounded silly in Naminé's head when she thought it, Angewomon really did have the perfect body of an angel. That face, that shining golden-yellow hair, those breasts, those hips, those luscious legs, and that perfect pink pussy... her overwhelming beauty made Naminé blush.
Angewomon smiled at Naminé's expression, and her eight wings folded in over her body and vanished in a flash of golden light. "Those always get in the way when my friend and I keep each other company," Angewomon answered Naminé's unspoken question. "Now, how about we do something fun while I teach you how to take power from pleasure?"
"While I like fun," Naminé answered, though agreeing with a nod of her head, "just what can I do with this power?"
"Anything you want to, dear. You can use it to strengthen your body and your magic," Angewomon replied, stroking a finger up and down Naminé's leg. "The power won't so much as suddenly teach you a new ability, but you can use it to create a new one, or enhance your existing ones as if you'd spent weeks using and training them. Practicing afterwards would still be a smart decision, but it will help shed many, many hours of training time off."
"But first..." Angewomon said breathily, rolling away from Naminé. She leaned over the bed and reached down, giving Naminé a great view of her buttocks that the girl wasn't entirely sure wasn't unintentional. What sounded like a fridge door opened, though at first glance Naminé hadn't noticed one, and several seconds later Angewomon hoisted herself back up with her abdominal muscles, holding a carton of whipped cream in one hand and a bowl of assorted berries in the other. "...it's time to feast. Would you like to be my dessert, Naminé?"
Naminé's giggled. "Yes, yes I would. Please, eat me!"
Angewomon smiled brightly at her agreement, and she started spreading the whipped cream over Naminé's already creamy thighs and around her bald snatch, without actually placing any on the girl's pussy. The black words Vanitas had written on her that refused to come off were covered entirely in the white stuff. Naminé shivered a little at the coolness of the whipped cream on her body, but shuddered in anticipation as Angewomon dotted the confection with sliced strawberries and whole blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries.
Naminé looked down on it and licked her lips. Light, she looked delicious.
Angewomon licked her lips. Clearly, she agreed with Naminé's silent assessment. First, she took great care in taking a strawberry, and gently swabbing it in a mix of the whipped cream and Naminé's own leaking nectar before bringing it to her lips, eating it in a few bites.
"You have an exquisite flavor, my Naminé..."
"And you have extensive preparations for all sorts of kinky fun in your bedroom," Naminé noted.
"You'd be amazed at what two girls who live together on a mountaintop can come up with for entertainment," Angewomon replied with a wink, and gave her fingertip a little suckle and kiss.
Naminé blinked. "Wait, we're on a mountaintop? How'd we get up here?"
"I flew you."
"From Primary Village?"
"We're only on Infinity Mountain. It's not that far away, really."
Angewomon's smile never left her face, and now she was kneeling in front of Naminé's splayed legs. "Now, if you are satisfied, I'm going to satisfy myself, dear Naminé," and she made a long, slow, lick with her tongue against Naminé's thigh to take in a particularly juicy looking blueberry.
Naminé shivered with pleasure. "Ooh..."
Angewomon continued her oral assault, gleefully licking up every succulent morsel she could find. Finally, she lifted her mouth, holding a particularly large, juicy strawberry in her lips. She moved her head forward, offering it to Naminé. Naminé moved her head forward, accepting the fat end of the strawberry with her teeth. They ate it together, their lips meeting in the middle to the taste of strawberry.
"Mmm," Naminé moaned, her tongue slipping into Angewomon's mouth while her arms wrapped around the busty angel digimon. Naminé parted for air, grinning almost drunkenly. "I already feel like a million munny. But I still have a little more in go...." She slurred.
"In go?" Angewomon asked humorously. "Do you want something to go in you, sweet Naminé?"
"I do want something inside me. I feel so empty inside..."
"Then I have just the thing," Angewomon giggled, rolling over again. This time Naminé unashamedly ogled her butt, even going so far as to massage those fair cheeks with her dainty fingers. Angewomon wiggled it for her paramour's pleasure.
She popped her head above the bed again, holding something aloft in her hand. "You can continue with that if you please, dear," Angewomon said, "or we can use this."
Naminé stared. "Is that what I think it is...?"
"If what you're thinking it is is a big rubber dong we can share, then yes, it is," Angewomon answered.
Naminé's face resembled a kid at Christmas. "OH...."
In Angewomon's hand was a large, smooth, light pink rubber dildo with two rounded ends. The whole thing was about a twenty inches in length, giving plenty of rubber for each of them to play with. "My friend and I aren't the biggest fans of grinding against each other with nothing stuffing us full," Angewomon explained. "And I can guess that you're the same?"
The angel licked the end of one side. "Shall I stick this in you, Naminé?"
The blonde spread her legs. "Please, call me Nami, and yes. Stick it inside of me."
The angel giggled and placed the tip against Naminé's chubby wet flower. "Okay Nami. In...we...go..."
Naminé gasped, her mouth forming a perfect "O" of shock as the giant fake phallus slid inside her wet gash. "Oh...oh...it's almost as good as when he does it..."
Angewomon slid the faux cock inside of her only several inches before stopping. The angel then went to the other side and pressed the other end up against her own entrance. "And now for me," she said, barely containing her delight as she faced Naminé, both of them on their backs and looking at each other's fully naked fronts.
Naminé watched the angel slide the faux cock into herself, her divine pussy swallowing it with ease. Angewomon's face flushed, her hands coming up to play with her own breasts as she slid it in further and further...
Finally their hips met. Naminé let out a squeak as they collided, and thrust her hips forward, bumping into Angewomon's own. The angel returned fire, and they started up a rhythm, fucking themselves and each other on the fat faux phallus. Besides Vanitas last night, and Lexaeus long ago, Naminé couldn't remember the time she'd had something so big inside of her, but she'd never had an experience quite like this. As each bucked her hips, the dildo went back and forth, the pair waging a war to get more of the dildo inside her then the other.
"You like this, don't you, Angewomon?" Naminé asked as she rammed her cunt right up against the angel's, grinding her sex into the other's and stealing another inch of the rubber schlong for herself. "You like having as much nasty sex as you can, don't you?"
Angewomon moaned and retaliated in kind, playing with her great big boobs and shoving her own hips back against the witch's pelvis. "Yes! I do! I admit it! I love sex!" "And so do you!"
"That's right!" Naminé agreed, her own hands now pressing against her breasts, fingers rubbing her hardened nipples between them. "I love it!"
Both the memory witch and her divine lover wailed as they came together, their shared dildo utterly coated in their honey as they climaxed. They lay back on the bed, panting, Naminé smiling...and feeling a strange heat on her crotch.
She looked down to see Vanitas's words vanishing in a puff of inky black smoke, rising up into the air and vanishing...and something dropped onto her belly. It was some kind of odd plastic device with a glowing LCD screen. Naminé blinked, and held the thing up. "What is this?" It glowed with a soft, white light, with lavender trim around it.
Angewomon smiled. "That is a digivice. It means you are a Digidestined, a chosen hero destined to save this world.
Naminé's eyes widened. "I'm...a hero?"
"Yes." Angewomon pointed down at where the black words Vanitas had written had vanished, and Naminé looked down. Slowly appearing on her pelvis were golden letters, spelling out new words to wash away the taint of Vanitas.
"Hero's Holy Vessel," Angewomon read aloud for Naminé, so she wouldn't have to read them upside down. "The first sign that you will now be gaining power from what we've done today, and the sign of our pact."
"Our pact?" Naminé asked. Angewomon smiled.
"You are a Digidestined, and I am your Digimon partner," Angewomon answered. She gave Naminé a chaste kiss upon the lips. "And from now on, we'll only be screwing heroes instead of villains. Don't you agree that that'd be a lovely life?"
Naminé kissed her back. "I agree completely....partner."
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