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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28103 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Epilogue 2: Marry them all
When I say marry them all, I mean all 12. You have been warned.

“Someone’s eager.” Takeru said with a grunt. He wasn’t exactly sure who, that would require opening his eyes, and right now that wasn’t high on his priority list. Instead he decided to guess exactly which cunt was wrapped around his cock.
It wasn’t Hikari, but that was because he could still feel her bust pushed against his side and hear her steady breathing in his ear. The girl had turned into a heavy sleeper partially by necessity, if she wished to share his bed every night she needed to put up with the noise. Takeru would not be surprised if one of the other girls snuck into his room in the wee hours of the morn, feeling neglected. He tried his best, but schedules conflicted sometimes. And when he did not need sleep, it became even more of a luxury than before.
Jou and Sora were out this morning. Mimi was on breakfast duty and never woke him when there was work to be done. Daisuke and Ken had also shared his bed last night, and were fucked into a coma.
Given the straight ward cowgirl position, combined with the eagerness of the thrusts and how unnecessarily wet the pussy was he was guessing Meiko.
The blond opened his eyes to find the normally shy dark hared girl bouncing on him with wild abandon. She was wearing nothing but a disheveled lace bra, panties discarded before she rode him.
Her actions had already worked up his morning wood, and Takeru felt himself near his limit even before he’d awakened fully. Glancing up Meiko’s body was drenched in sweat, she’d probably cum a couple times already when she was using his cock as an unparalleled human dildo.
With a grunt and a thrust he unleashed, causing the girl to lol her head backwards as a new wave of pleasure over took her. Takeru looked up with satisfaction at her quivering form.
“Looks like you’ve finally embraced the unrepentant cumdump hidden inside.” he smirked. She blushed adorably, moving one arm to cover her still clothed chest before protesting.
“Just you,” she defended “Just this dick.”
“Of course.” Takeru said “I wouldn’t want you bouncing on any other cock.” He grabbed her hips and rolled until he was on his knees and she was beneath him. “But what cumdump worth her salt doesn’t start the morning bathed in semen? We need to change this.”
He split the girl open with his massive wood and began thrusting hard and fast, making the girl scream beneath him as the bed shook. It was fun to let himself go primal once in a while.
“Meiko today, huh?” a voice called out. he turned to find Hikari stretching, still as naked as she’d been last night. She leant in and gave him a quick peck on the lips as he brutally fucked his toy. “Morning.”
“Morning.” he returned, looking away from his pet to address his girlfriend “Want a quick round before breakfast?”
“No. I need to save my energy for tonight.” she said “Although it’s so hot watching you fuck another girl, maybe I’ll just use her mouth.” With that the girl straddled her senior’s face.
The blond left Meiko and Hikari to play together after marking them with his love juice, they didn’t have anywhere to be this morning, he did.
The dining room table was long but empty, most of the residents either left already or currently involved in a perverted tryst. The only exception was Iori, who was almost always waiting for Takeru when he came down. The girl had taken it upon herself to become Takeru’s personal assistant; keeping his schedule in check and driving him around when she had time. Of course the girl only did so she could be a text message away from riding her jogress partner’s dick at all times, but Takeru was kind enough not to say that aloud.
Mimi was the chief chef today, a role she shared with Daisuke. As such she was wearing the official chef uniform, which was to say she was butt-naked except a pink apron that would have been tight on Daisuke’s far less impressive rack. On Mimi, he could see the peaks of her nipples attempt to poke through the fabric.
It wasn’t that clothes were banned per se in his house, but both his chef’s had an exhibitionist streak and Takeru himself rarely bothered unless he was leaving, there were too many cunts to please and they often ripped his clothes off anyway.
No sooner had he sat down than the girls began to accommodate him. Mimi shoveled a generous helping of breakfast on his plate while Iori knelt between his legs to extract the final portion of hers. The girl diligently began licking and kissing his thick cock as Mimi sauntered over.
She didn’t content herself with merely placing the food in front of him, instead the chef straddled her host, placing one foot on either side of the chair by keeping her hips high enough to allow Iori freedom to bob. She kept the plate expertly balanced in one hand as the other grabbed a pair of chopsticks and began lovingly feeding her Master. With practiced precision the first morsel of food entered the blonds mouth the same instant Iori gobbled the tip of his dick.
Despite the fact she blew him every day, Iori did not let her blowjobs become procedural. Instead she found new patterns to please him with almost every day.
Contrary to initial expectations, Iori was quite noisy and sloppy at giving head, slobbering all over his big cock and moaning as she took him deeper down her throat.
But today her intense treatment still wasn’t enough, Takeru grabbed Mimi’s apron and squeezed, narrowing the fabric until it could fit between Mimi’s massive mammaries where he left the offending garment as his hands went to her breasts. Toying with the lovey lumps during his meal.
“Someone’s horny today.” Mimi remarked “Hikari’s not on the rag is she?”
Iori answered for him, popping off his cock and massaging it with her hands. “They’ve got a date today; she’ll be conserving herself.” She then engulfed his cock again.
“Who says it’s that?” Takeru asked indignant. “Maybe I just need a drink?” He grabbed Mimi’s left breast, leaning his head inward and sucking directly on the nipple and swallowing the glorious liquid that spilled into his mouth. He’d made both his chefs lactate; it was easier than holding a glass.
Mimi let out a moan as he drained her teat, then grabbed a sausage and held it between her lips, leaning inward so she could push the food into his mouth with a French kiss.
With surprising speed, the rest of Takeru’s breakfast disappeared. Mimi left with no primary job resorted to grinding her plump body against the blond as his hands left her curves for Iori’s ears. He pulled her head up and down at his own pace, before shoving himself ballsdeep and pouring his seed down her throat then let go to let the younger girl cough and catch her breath.
“So did you enjoy that?” Mimi asked with a knowing smirk, she’d not disappointed him yet.
“Delicious,” he grabbed her by the ass and lifted as he stood up, holding her for all of two seconds before dropping the girl on the table. “Time for your reward.” He split her open on his massive wood. pulling her thighs first to the side, and then up hooking her heels over his shoulders. He pounded into the brunette as she moaned appreciably, arms flailing over the table.
“You have a doctor’s appointment to make this morning, the others have gone ahead.” Iori reminded him, “And then your schedule is clear for a few hours before your date.”
“You weren’t chiding me for tardiness a few seconds ago.” he joked as he thrust inside the writhing Mimi, but nonetheless he finished inside the brunette beauty leaving her to stew in her own bliss.
“Well I’m off.” the blond cheered he reached up to adjust and imaginary cap, and his fingers solidified around a nice beanie. As he lowered the hat back down the rest of his body became clothed as well, and he walked out the door.
“So that’s it?” he asked, glancing at the fuzzy image on the screen. It was hard to believe those blurry images of white and dark represented his unborn child.
Jou moved the scanner off of Sora’s swelling abdomen. “It’s about as healthy as can be.”
Taichi and Yamato stood at either side of the blond, looking on in pride at the healthy baby. Even inside Takeru’s harem and the implicit bisexual encounters assumed therein, Taichi, Yamato and Sora had their own separate relationship.
“Anyway,” Jou said adjusting her glasses, “now that I have you here Takeru, we might as well do your monthly physical.” she said, beginning to unbutton her shirt.
“I have a date with Hikari later, I don’t have time for a full physical.” he lamented. Whenever Jou took him for a far too frequent checkup they always ended up banging for the rest of the day. Takeru seriously doubted it was useful, but then to the godlike blond medicine in general was superfluous.
“You have a date with sis today?” Taichi asked. “I better hear all the gory details later, and don’t think of bringing her home unless she’s full of cum.”
“Oh course he will” Yamato defended her precious baby brother, “You know firsthand how passionate ‘Keru is.”
“There’s four of us,” Jou said, ignoring the squabble and gesturing to those around him “So it will go four times faster. We’ll hold the endurance test later.”
So that was her game, an orgy now and then ‘essential’ thing later.
“How do we start?” Sora asked.
“Strip down.” Jou directed. Leading by example as she began to remover her clothing. The others looked on in mild shock as the doctor removed her underwear and left herself completely nude.
“So it’s like that, huh?” Yamato asked, following suit before pulling down her brother’s pants.
“All right ladies, we need to move quickly.” Jou pushed Takeru down on the bed. “Sora, Taichi, take one hand each. Yamato sit on his face, and I’ll deal with the monster.” The blue haired girl straddled the blond as she selfishly began to lower herself down on the cock. No sooner did the bluenette start testing Taekru’s reproductive system then Sora and Taichi begin testing his fine motor skills. And a few seconds later, his oral health was being inspected by his dripping older sister.
The sight and smell of cunt filled the room, and Takeru considered trying to escape with more feeble protests.
He also considered not doing that, just laying back and let his harem pleasure him as they would no doubt do if left to their own devices.

It took quite a bit of cunning for Takeru to escape from that evening romp. Eventually he’d managed to convince Taichi that he needed some preparation for his date with Hikari, and Taichi had swayed the rest. Jou was still a little irksome, but rarely got to intrude on Taiorato’s side relationship, so the offer placated her in the meantime.
After walking through the doorway and re-vanishing his clothes, Takeru was distracted by the sound of another tryst. In his head he knew he shouldn’t get too involved, having just barely escaped the last orgy, but he was somewhat curious as to which of his girls were playing together.
Rounding the corner, just to peek, he saw Both Daisuke and Ken, each one with their mouth latched onto one of Hikari’s tits.
“Stop…” she moaned slightly but it did nothing to deter the mischievous pair.
“Hey!” Takeru called out, stepping to his beloved’s rescue, “Today, she’s mine.”
“Oh?” asked Ken with a knowing smirk “And what are you going to do about it?”
“Yeah?” Daisuke added “Are you going to punish these naughty girls?”
“Maybe,” Teased, walking closer. “Prostrate yourselves.” he ordered. Daisuke and Ken’s bodies reacted immediately dropping to their knees, heads kowtowing to the floor, their hands glued to the grown on either side of their heads as they bowed.
Takeru knelt slightly behind them, taking a few quick moments to appraise the girls’ backsides. then he let his hands roam outward, groping the buttock on his left and right before overtly tearing away their skirts and underwear.
“It doesn’t count as a punishment if they end up enjoying it.” Hikari scolded as she pulled her shirt back over her head.
“Hush you.” Takeru returned. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” she giggled before walking out of the room.
Takeru turned his attention back to the sluts before him. He continued to run his fingers over their thick asses for a few more seconds. The next instant he pulled away, to the girls’ obvious displeasure, before slamming his arms down in unison. Takeru enjoyed the gasps he got as his hands slapped round flesh, so he repeated the action.
Within seconds Ken broke “I’m sorry Takeru, I won’t do it again.” Another spank “Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything.”
The blond raised his hand to his chin, pretending to think “Nope, not good enough. We need Daisuke to apologize too, otherwise she might just rope you into it again.”
Despite her submissive position, Daisuke turned her head sideways to glance at the blond. For a second she considered giving in, telling Takeru that it had all been Ken’s idea anyway, which was the truth. Instead she stuck out her tongue.
In response Takeru unleashed a flurry of strikes upon the pair’s asses. He beat their butt cheeks like bongos. But still Daisuke did not submit, silently enjoying Ken’s torture
“Hmm perhaps a change of pace.” Takeru smirked, leaving his hands to feel up the sore asses. He then trailed downwards before sticking his fingers into the girls’ cunts. “Sheesh you whores are already so wet. You know you’ll have to clean this mess up later right.”
Daisuke let out a gasp and pushed back against his hand, but Takeru pulled back in time with her action. “None of that cocktease. Neither of you are allowed to orgasm until you both apologize” With that order he twisted his hands and plunged his fingers in deep, pausing slightly before lining his thumbs up with their assholes and plunging deeper.
It had the intended affect “I give, I give.” Dasiuke screeched “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, so please. Please I want to Cum, I need it.”
“Good.” Takeru said, removing his hands and standing up. “You are now allowed to cum again.”
“W-wait.” Ken tittered “Aren’t you going to, with that.” she gestured towards Takeru’s erect staff. “Before your date?”
“It wouldn’t be a punishment if you end up enjoying it.” Takeru teased “Feel free to indulge in each other though.” With that he walked away.
The girls did have a point; it would be incredibly rude to go on a date with Hikari while he still had wood caused by another girl. But the pair were far from his only options.
He walked into the server room, where he found Koushiro and Miyako expectedly tinkering away.
Well, Koushiro was tinkering, Miyako had her head between the older girl’s legs. To ‘aid blood flow’ no doubt. Takeru didn’t care how important the research was, he had no problem interrupting it, holding his thumbs outward one at a time as Koushiro absentmindedly sucked them clean.
It was really quite amazing, when Koushiro was in the zone like this she wouldn’t notice anything he did so long as her arms were still in range of the keyboard. And Takeru took that as quite the challenge.
With some silent directions to Miyako, the pair managed to pull Koushiro to her feet. He girls, pants were already around her ankles thanks to the lavender haired temptress’ ministrations. The blond marveled as he held another plump rear in his hands, but he didn’t bother spanking this one. Instead he spread her asscheeks to briefly reveal a puckered asshole and began worming his way inside
The genius let out a grunt and a moan as her release streamed down her legs, but otherwise did not acknowledge him at all. Miyako took her place between the older girl’s legs, resuming her attack on Koushiro’s cunt and clit.
Takeru’s massive girth did not make it more than halfway into the tight asshole before he pulled out to just the tip. Then he reamed himself in fully until he was balls deep into the genius. He sped up his thrusts, going harder and faster until his balls started smacking Miyako’s chin.
The power of the thrusts radiated through the red heads body, causing her fingers to splay across the keyboard and miss their intended targets. Takeru could see the frustration building on Koushiro’s face so he changed his tactics.
Grabbing the chair again, he put his hands on the genius’s hips and lifted her up slightly, sliding both the chair and himself beneath as her ass landed on his lap. The girl’s questioning face returned to normal as her typing became more precise. Although Miyako shot the blond a quick glare for forcing her to move again.
Takeru merely laughed at the idea as the bubble but bounced on his balls. Still he had a date soon, and couldn’t waste too much time, he reached his hands around and grabbed Koushiro by the nipples pulling outward and forcing a gasp from the girl, before he withdrew his cock and covered her head to waist in his cum.
He then stood the girl back up and left her to the purple haired princess’s devices while he went to prepare for the date.
Takeru absentmindedly turned the page of his book. He was a chapter in, and still unsure of the plot. The very act of reading somehow felt strange and unusual to him when he wasn’t getting his cock sucked at the same time. But he refused to play with other girls when he was supposed to be on a date with Hikari.
And Hikari was late.
He could guess the issue: Sora was still away, and Hikari foolishly believed her own fashion sense tragic. Or in layman’s terms, his girlfriend was still picking her outfit. No matter how much he reassured her she never quite believed him when he said she looked beautiful in anything. Besides, if this went like most of their dates then the real issue would be in what she was not wearing. Like how quickly she would not be wearing her panties.
After another few pages of nothingness the sound of footsteps drew his attention. Turning his head, Takeru saw his beloved walk into the room. My how he’d underestimated her.
Well, the outfit did have to do with what she was not wearing. She was not, currently wearing the 3000000-yen dress Sora had ‘gifted’ her a few months back. She was not wearing the cute top her sister got her for Christmas. She was not wearing underwear, that much was on full display.
She was wearing a collar, that was something. But the rest of her body was butt naked, unless you counted the degrading comments written in black marker on her skin:
Her cheek read ‘Cum guzzler’ with an arrow pointing to her lips.
Her left breast said ‘Milk tank’ her right, ‘bitch utter’ both her nipples were outlined with a heart.
Her abdomen contained the message ‘Needy Cum Slut’.
Her right thigh said ‘Fill me’ with a pair of arrows leading to her cunt and her ass.
Her left thigh said ‘Pleasure toy’.
As she noticed him watching, the girl turned around, her ass read ‘Fuck Toy’ and on her back, displayed proudly for everyone to see was the phrase ‘Takeru Takaishi’s Personal Cum Dump’.
Hikari turned back to him, “Do you like it? Mimi helped me with the outfit, but I’m still not sure-” He cut her off with a kiss.
“I love it.” he said grabbing the leash attached to her collar. “Come on, we’ll be late for the play.”

Upon arrival at the theater the pair swiftly moved to their box seats, pausing only slightly to hat with a sweet elderly couple lamenting how few youngsters willing visited the theater these days and praising Takeru and Hikari as being ‘good, moral kids’. Takeru couldn’t help but slap Kari’s ass as they departed from the older couple, it wouldn’t change their opinion anyway.
The booth was installed with all the luxuries of which Takeru had become accustomed to in his new life. On top of which, the VIP room contained a personal server, who just ‘happened’ to be female. Takeru whispered directions in her ear before taking his place beside his beloved.
“What was that?” she asked. “Were you setting things up for the after-show?”
“Maybe.” Takeru smirked, but didn’t reveal anything else.
Hikari found out his plan halfway through the first act when the server, who had been inching closer since the start of the play, ended up with her head between the brunette’s legs. Hikari may have been better prepared for the intrusion were she not so focused on the play in front of her. As it was she let out a loud gasp, looking around sharply to ensure she had not disturbed the other guests.
She moved a hand toward Takeru’s cock, wanting to make sure he did not miss out on the pleasure fest, but he instead caught the hand with his own, intertwining their fingers. “
Nope.” he said simply before gesturing back to the play “I need you to focus on that. There will be a quiz after, and trust me, you want to pass.”
Hikari shuttered as she endured the tongue lashing. The girl was better at this than she expected, easily teasing and toying with the brunette’s sensitive spots and making her quiver. There was no way the waitress had never done this before, and Hikari couldn’t help but allow herself to think that maybe this had nothing to do with Takeru’s power at all. Maybe it was common practice for the staff here to get on their knees and service any bloke or dame willing to drop enough cash for a VIP room.
She shook her head to dispel the image, as well as the idea of the morsel no doubt throbbing beside her. Instead she set her eyes on the play. She would be a good girl and do as she was told. The rewards were always worth it.
And maybe if she was really good maybe Takeru would let her watch as he gave this professional whore a thick load of baby batter. She came at the thought, release spilling into her server’s mouth. But that wasn’t against the rules, so she was probably fine.
Intermission allowed her to stand, but she couldn’t get away from her assault, even under pretense of using the washroom. The waitress followed her there, and Hikari was too embarrassed to relieve herself in the other girl’s presence. At least without Takeru there.
After intermission Hikari was not allowed to sit down, instead Takeru bent her over and reamed into her, as his assistant stayed focused on the brunette’s clit. Hikari didn’t bother to hide her moans this time. It had become instinctive to wing her boyfriend’s praises whenever his godly cock was inside her and giving her what he needed.
Still, he was being quite mean; it was hard enough to stand under this simulation. How was she supposed to focus on the play? It was a superhuman demand.
Only at curtain call did her beloved let up, pulling out and watching her collapse in a crumpled heap on the floor. He began to ask her questions, which, to Hikari’s own surprise, she answered flawlessly.
“Good job.” Takeru said with a shit eating grin. He snapped his fingers, and the next moment Hikari felt herself overcome with wave upon wave of pleasure, easily outpacing all the orgasms she had during the play.
When she came to, the seats below were vacant and she briefly wondered just how long they’d been coming for.
“Well darling, are you ready to go?” Takeru asked.
She shook her head; she was still waiting for strength to return to her knees. “Don’t you think you ought to give our lovely server a tip?” she asked. It would give her something to watch while they waited.
The blond turned toward the girl, sizing her up. “I’ll give her more than just the tip.”
She smiled as her boyfriend began to strip the stranger. Once she got her ability to walk back they would go to dinner, and then after that who knows? It really was just beginning.
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