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I Want All of You
By : Digitriangel
Category: Digimon > General
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Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon and make no money on this work.
Chapter List
- 1-Roleplay
- 2-Enhancement
- 1
- 2
Content Warning: dom/sub, mind control, enhanced stimulation, orgasm denial, exhibitionism
Whether it was revising notes, hanging out with friends, or crossing things off her long-intended to-do list, Hikari made sure to keep herself occupied. Anything to prevent her mind from being idle. Because when her mind was idle, it would inevitably wander back to her foray into roleplay.
This had two consequences: first it left her with a certain itch in her lower-regions that would be most improper to scratch. It had been good sex, potentially the best they’d ever had. Hikari wasn’t sure how much of that came down to Takeru’s enjoyment feeding her own, and how much of it unknowingly turned her on in its own right.
The second consequence was that the memory of her performance made Hikari recoil, and wish to find someplace she could hide from her boyfriend forever. He’d wanted this so much, taken a risk of opening up to her when she pushed, and she’d been a total disaster. She’d stood there like an idiot when Takeru had used triggers, unable to keep them in her head for more than five minutes. She couldn’t even follow the simple instruction to stay still when he’d asked.
These were the regrets that forced their way to the forefront of her mind anytime she allowed herself to slow down, like Tailmon was making her do right now, jumping up on her textbook and refusing to move until Hikari took a break.
“You shouldn’t keep things bottled up.” The Digimon reminded her. “It’s not healthy. And neither is trying to avoid the problem.”
Hikari shrugged, collapsing backward, landing on her bed “There isn’t really anyone I can talk to about this.” She returned.
“Not Takeru?”
“No.” Takeru stiffened up at the very mention of his dark fantasies. He could very easily blame himself for her traitorous thoughts, which would only introduce more issues without solving any.
“Sora?”
“Not her either.” Hikari doubted Sora had experience in this, but even if the redhead was more adventurous than expected, Hikari still didn’t feel like telling her friends about Takeru’s fetish while he was still ashamed. This was perhaps her boyfriend’s most closely guarded secret; it wasn’t hers to share.
“Me?”
“It’s a human thing.” Hikari waved her arm weakly.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t try.” The feline returned. “I may not know much about human relationships, but I am an expert in hypnosis.”
Hikari shot up. “How did you know about that?”
“Patamon’s ears are as big as his head, why wouldn’t we know? It’s not like you did it somewhere private.”
A blush permeated Hikari’s cheeks as she recalled her scandalous behavior in the openness of their living room.
“-And while I have no idea why the two would be connected, hypnotism is one of my abilities. I figured maybe I could help.” Tailmon continued.
The offer was honest, earnest even, but not entirely relevant, Hikari’s problem was that she was a poor actor. And while she’d not considered method acting, she still doubted that real world hypnotism experience was going to help much.
“Thanks, Tailmon, but I was only pretending to be hypnotized, so I’m not sure how much help you’ll be.” She said “If I was actually hypnotized, then it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Do you want to be?”
Hikari cocked her head, “Do I want to do what?”
“Be hypnotized. For real. I could do it, if you asked me to.”
The bed distorted as Hikari turned on to her side. “How would that work?”
Tailmon looked back at her. “I’m not sure; never tried it on a human. It doesn’t work on stronger Digimon, and other Adult levels I don’t have much control over, but I have a decent amount of control over weaker Digimon. Not that I’ve ever had too much use for it on anyone who I could beat so easily anyway.”
“What did you normally use it for?” Hikari inquired
“Mostly to make docile adult-level Digimon not want to fight me, either make them not care that I was in their territory, or force them to take a nap.” Sounded innocent enough, “So I could give them a neko punch to the jugular.”
Hikari’s revulsion must have shown on her face, her partner was so kind and gentle these days it was easy to forget she was a trained killer. Tailmon must have noticed, as she switched to something more light-hearted.
“I did once use it to convince Demidevimon he was afraid of bats.”
“Wasn’t he a bat?” Hikari ventured.
“That’s the fun part. Plus, the castle was full of them.” Tailmon shook off a dark look. “But since any Digimon I could pacify with that attack would never dare fight Angewomon, I haven’t really had much need to experiment with it recently.”
That did make a certain amount of sense. It had been a long while since they could seriously consider an Adult-level a threat, given how each of the chosen could reach two levels higher than that.
“So? Do you want my help?” Tailmon asked again.
That was the question, wasn’t it? The impotency of Takeru’s hypnotism had been a safety net, a feature more than a bug. If she wasn’t actually in a trance then there was no risk to him changing her head, even accidently. From Takeru’s perspective it let him speak freely, without fear of temptation turning him meek.
But then, Takeru and Tailmon were the two people Hikari trusted most. If Hikari had to be completely helpless and at the mercy of anyone, it would be them. Even if Takeru’s desires overcame his goodwill, which she doubted would ever happen, Tailmon would still be able to serve as an extra blanket of security.
It was an objectively insane proposition. Why risk her very self for some extra spice in the bedroom? If Hikari were giving advice to anyone but herself, she would instantly tell them to refuse. And yet, this wasn’t anyone else. This was her, Tailmon, and Takeru.
Hikari turned back to her partner. “Yes, I think I would.”
“You want what?” Takeru asked, eyes wide.
Hikari took a deep breath, “I want you to hypnotize me, for real.” She repeated. “I was talking to Tailmon, and she says she could put me under, we have what we need.”
“But that would,” he trailed off, gathering himself. “Hikari, you don’t need to do this for me, what we did the other day was amazing, you don’t need to push yourself any further.”
He was telling the truth, he would accept the roleplay without going further, even with the ability at their fingertips. He also accepted completely vanilla sex with her without any spice, but she’d seen the change, the carnal joy the spurred him on when he’d embraced his dark fantasies.
“I want to. I want to see what it’s like when it’s all real, not just an act.” It wasn’t a lie, her curiosity had been stoked, and not having to consciously remember things might allow her to get lost in passion that was otherwise overtaken by doubt.
That was a simple truth to obscure the grander one. She was primarily doing this for his benefit, allowing him access to his greatest sin. Because she liked him, and it was clear from their roleplay session that he liked this. She wanted to do this, even if it was only for his benefit.
Just as he was attempting to hold back for hers.
“Even if unintentionally, we have no idea how this might change you. One wrong phrase, and you could never be the same again.” He protested, a tremor running through his voice.
“I’ll be there too,” Tailmon cut in. “I can help make sure no lasting changes happen, and there’s four of us in this apartment that can keep our eyes and ears open for changes.”
“Well, sure but.” Takeru looked around “Have you even tried it on humans before? What if it has side effects we don’t know about? Humans aren’t Digimon, what if Hikari’s mind gets screwed up in some way we don’t know?”
“I’ll heal it.” A voice shouted from outside the room, from the final occupant of the apartment. Hikari chanced a look at Tailmon. Maybe she and Takeru really couldn’t have a private conversation with the big eared rodent around. The thought of how much he must have overheard was far from comforting.
Seconds later Patamon barreled into the room, colliding with his partner. “If it’s from a Digimon attack, Holyangemon can heal it. And we know that one works on humans, so you don’t have to worry.” The flying hamster rubbed his head against Takeru’s affectionately, “You two just enjoy yourselves, you deserve it.”
Takeru pulled away from his partner, staring at him for a moment, then looking at Tailmon, then finally locking eyes with Hikari. The intensity of his gaze made her wish to pull away, and yet she didn’t dare.
“I guess I’m out voted, aren’t I?” Takeru relented.
Was this an honest complaint about being pressured into something he wasn’t comfortable with? No, Hikari could already see him smirking as his imagination took over. It was an excuse, to help justify breaking his personal vow.
“Okay, well in that case, don’t mind me. It’s like I was never here. I’m not even in the same building.” Patamon said, flying back out of the room.
Hikari turned her attention to Tailmon, “I’m going to have to stay for this one I’m afraid. I’m both the hypnotiser and the insurance.”
The knowledge didn’t make it any less awkward. The Digimon normally had enough sense to make themselves scarce during any sexual activities, and having her partner watch just made her even more anxious and embarrassed. She had shared a lot with Tailmon over the years, but in many ways her partner was like a sister, and Hikari would never do this in front of family.
“If it makes you feel any better, Patamon already knows exactly what you guys get up to. It’s uncanny, either those wings come with a sonar function or he’s hidden some cameras around the apartment.”
Neither of those prospects made Hikari feel any better, especially the idea that there might be footage of her hidden away somewhere. She wasn’t sure why her partner assumed it would be reassuring, but Hikari was in no mood for further ‘reassurance’.
She looked her partner in the eyes. “Let’s just get started, shall we?” she said, forgetting that she was supposed to play the role of eager thrall.
No one said anything, and anxiety began to well up in Hikari once more.
“Well, aren’t you going to do it?”
A small smile graced Tailmon’s face, but before she could say anything Takeru cut in. “I dunno, I’m starting to have doubts again.”
Doubts, now? Hadn’t she just dissuaded those? Could she do so again? Should she? If he was still resisting then would it be better to just drop it?
“Doubts?” Hikari repeated. “Why?”
Takeru pretended to think, “Well what you offered is really, nice, but somehow I feel your heart isn’t in it. And all the best gifts have heart.”
Hikari pouted as she undid the buckle on her shorts, was he really teasing her over this. Despite what she’d said, it was still a daunting experience. He could at least save the teasing until after he hypnotised her, what did he gain by doing it now? She pondered the question as she stepped out of her discarded bottoms.
“Do you want me to beg?” Hikari asked, trying to keep her voice low and inviting. “Do you want me to beg you to fiddle with my head and turn me into your little plaything?”
“Well, it would be a nice start.” Takeru said with a flat smile.
She couldn’t believe him. Should she play along, or, he liked it more when she resisted last time, didn’t he? So maybe it was better if she pretended not to like it.
“Well too bad, that’s not something you’d be able to get me to do even if you were magic.” She said as she pulled her shirt over her head.
As she pulled her shirt over her head.
Pulled her shirt over her head.
Hikari looked down at her body, clad in only her underwear, and felt her breathing increase. How did she get like this without even noticing? She hadn’t even been hypnotized yet.
“W-what’s go-o-ing on?” she stammered. Looking up to her boyfriend quickly.
“What do you mean, you are the one who decided to start stripping in the middle of our conversation.” He said with a smirk “That bra looks nice, by the way.”
Perhaps because she was looking for it this time, Hikari felt her hands move towards her bra, beginning to unclip it. She tried to interrupt it, to move her hands to the side, or even out in front of her, but instead they continued their mischievous actions.
Her body wasn’t listening to her, it was no longer under her control. Her already rapid breathing grew even more shallow; her entire body began to quiver as she began pulling her left arm though the bra strap.
“Zudomon” cried, not even realizing she said it. Not sure where the idea came from or that it would even be helpful until it escaped her lips.
And just like that, it was over. Her body was hers again, and it would move as she directed.
In seconds, Takeru was beside her. “Hikari, I’m so sorry, I never expected, even just that.” He held her in his arms until her body stopped shaking.
Nothing permanent.
That had been one of her few stipulations when she’d started experimenting with Takeru’s mind control fetish. Right now, Hikari wouldn’t mind if there was at least one permanent change; blocking out the last week from her memory.
Would Tailmon comply, if she gathered the nerve to ask?
It wasn’t that she’d blamed Takeru for his fetish, she’d come to terms with it by now. It was her own behaviour she wished to delete, and save hours and hours of unadulterated agony.
If she had thought her performance in the roleplay was embarrassing, at least that time she’d been able to strip without everything going south. Sure, she didn’t normally strip herself, but it was a perfectly vanilla action compared to what Takeru was expecting. It had been the warm up, a light jog before a football match.
Perhaps it would have been better if she’d actually remembered being hypnotized, it might have softened the blow. But last time Takeru had wanted her to pretend she didn’t know, so she should have been expecting to be surprised.
“I wouldn’t have offered to help if I knew it was just going to make both of you mope like this.” Tailmon said, jumping up onto her partner’s lap, allowing Hikari to stroke her to help sort out her thoughts.
Unfortunately, Tailmon’s words brought a fresh wave of guilt. Takeru had been so hesitant, so unsure, and she’d tempted him into it. Now he also felt like crap, all because she couldn’t stomach something so benign.
“Tailmon, I know that hypnotism of yours really works, so can you make this all go back to normal?”
“I wouldn’t if I could. Avoiding your relationship problems instead of dealing with them is not healthy.”
Hikari groused ash she dug her fingers into Tailmon’s ear. “Why do you have to be right about these things.”
“I just listen.” Tailmon replied, “It’s what you would say, if you weren’t so attached to it.”
“It’s just, I messed everything up, Takeru liked this so much and I ruined everything. He probably doesn’t want me anymore.”
“No one’s perfect on their first try. I’ve made more mistakes than anyone.” Tailmon reminded her “You all accepted me after that. I’m sure Takeru will accept you after this.”
Hikari groaned “He’s seen me naked so many times before now. Why did I have to fold on that of all things?”
“It wasn’t the nudity.” Tailmon said quickly. Hikari cocked her head to look at her partner in confusion. “I don’t care about nudity or any of that stuff, you didn’t look all that concerned with it either. You were scared, confused, and your body didn’t listen to you. It could have been as simple as walking around the room, you still would have broken down. Most would.”
“Are you speaking from experience?” Hikari asked hopefully. Tailmon was the veteran hypnotist.
“No.” Tailmon said, “I’ve never tried to do anything so precise. Make someone want to leave, make them go to sleep. I’ve never tried to control their individual movements. But I know what I’d feel if my body suddenly started acting up on its own, especially if I wasn’t expecting it.”
“I should have been expecting it. He did it last time, sorta.”
“If it’s any consolation, we were expecting you to expect it.” Hikari looked up at the revelation. “I can show you the notes. We decided not to wipe your memory on the first attempt, so you’d have an idea what was coming. Apparently, loss of memory is just a quirk of my attack, I even tested it on Patamon to be sure, with his permission of course. Something to keep in mind next time.”
“Next time?” Hikari closed her eyes, “After that disaster I don’t think there will be a next time.”
“Are you really the type to quit after one failure?”
Hikari took a deep breath. She knew mentally what the proper answer was, but voicing it seemed so hard. “I guess not.” Still, the prospect of even trying to broach the subject with Takeru filled her with shame and regret. How would she even be able to live with herself if she failed again?
The one session had been so short, she’d hadn’t really any experience. Next time would practically be her ‘first time’ again, and she was just as liable to screw up. Plus, it wasn’t like she could test this with Sora or someone. Even if she trusted the redhead enough with both their secret and her impressionable mind, and that was a big if, that didn’t mean she felt comfortable doing naughty stuff with the older chosen. And Sora would have no real method of hypnotizing Hikari, Tailmon was the only one who could.
Wait!
“Tailmon.” Hikari said, picking up her partner and holding the Digimon in front of her face. “I want you to hypnotize me some more.” If her problem was that the feeling of being controlled was so off-putting, then she didn’t need anyone with knowledge of adult pastimes and human biology. “Make me walk out of the room. Make me say things. Just simple action. But make me do them: help me get used to the feeling of being controlled.”
“That’s more like it.” Tailmon replied.
In another room, perched upon Takeru’s head, Patamon’s wings twitched.
“Hey Takeru, what happened with Hikari the other day? All Tailmon will tell me is that it was really weird and nothing happened. But how can it be weird if nothing happened?”
Takeru looked up, “Lots of weird things don’t happen all the time. Look at right now, do you see an alien invasion, or a parade of elephants balancing on beach balls? Those would be weird, and also not happening.”
“Takeru.” Patamon whined, floating down to stare his partner in the eye. “I’m part of the family too, why does everyone else get to know and not me?”
Takeru placed his hands around his partner’s middle. He could never say no to those eyes, and he wished Patamon didn’t realize that. “It’s private, but the quick version is: Hikari wasn’t ready to do what we decided on, so we decided not to do it.”
“Wasn’t ready? So when will she be ready?” Patamon asked.
“I doubt she’s going to want to try again. Ever.” Takeru said wistfully. “I’ll be lucky if it didn’t scare her away.”
“Oh, so it’s like a rollercoaster?” Patamon said while letting himself relax into Takeru’s hands. “Hikari wasn’t able to handle the heights and now she’s scared?”
“I think it’s a little bit different than that buddy.” Takeru laughed.
“No one wants to tell me what it’s really like; you two wanted to do something new and exciting, she got scared, and now you’re both regretting it.” Patamon said. “But you know, even if people get scared of a rollercoaster at first, if they visit the theme park often enough, they always come back. And sometimes, it becomes their favourite ride.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Well, there may be a new theme park opening up in the Digiworld soon… it’s hard ‘cause we’re all different shapes and sizes, but maybe you and Hikari could go there? As a date? Tailmon and I will have to tag along as protection of course”
Takeru blinked, “Of course. And here I thought you were waxing philosophical.”

It was Wednesday, their normal date night. They had eaten out, a quaint local place that few knew about and didn’t break their limited budget. After that it was a walk around the park in the orange glow of a setting sun, before heading home.
It was nice, but Hikari couldn’t fully enjoy it, anxiety and anticipation mixing to dull the present. If Takeru noticed her struggle (and he always seemed to), he was astute enough not to comment.
The fact that it was Wednesday added some calm to her. It was a safe, routine day to do these illicit things, even if what she was preparing for was far from routine.
The knowledge that Tailmon was just outside the hall, waiting to back her up, also steadied Hikari as she looked her lover in the eyes.
“I was thinking today, maybe we could do some more experimenting?” She tried to keep her voice low, seductive, but could not hide the hint of hesitancy that shone through. “Try to do, do, that, again.”
There was a pause as Takeru digested her stumbling words.
“Hikari, don’t have to push yourself.” Takeru said. “You are what I want, I don’t need anything else. I hate to think anything we did together made you feel uncomfortable.”
“I want to.” Hikari insisted. “Last time was a shock, but I’m prepared this time.” She knew he wanted to as well, his body was already reacting. But calling such a thing out would only scare him further, worry him that she was putting his pleasure ahead of her comfort. “Please? I want to experience it; I want to see what it can be like when it’s real. I want to give myself over to you, just to see what you’ll do with me.”
“You do?” Takeru asked, swallowing hard as his fingers began to twitch.
She did, it had occupied her thoughts a few times since she’d started training with Tailmon. This wasn’t just for him, and hopefully that would help ease him into it.
“What’s this? Does Takeru Takaishi not know what to do when a cute, willing woman is begging to give herself over to him? Are you going to leave this little kitty disappointed?”
He closed the distance in a split second, lifting her chin until their eyes met. “Why do you make that sound so…hot?” he breathed. Gathering his wits, the blond took a step back. “One condition.”
“Name it.” She said.
“If, if this goes poorly again and we end up having to end early, can this just be the end of it?” She opened her mouth to protest but he kept speaking, “Please Hikari? I can’t keep watching you put yourself out here just for me to hurt you again.”
It shouldn’t have sounded so harsh, and yet the comment stung. Takeru of all people was willing to give up his hopes for her. Perhaps it should have been flattering but the pressure instead made her fearful. If it was anything like last time, her conscious mind wouldn’t even geta say. Instead, the pair would program her unconscious mind to watch her, surveying her innermost feelings and stopping when any alarms were triggered.
She steeled her confidence. Nothing Takeru had attempted to make her do so far was inherently objectionable. Some of it was removed from their normal lovemaking, but that was part of the point. And now thanks to Tailmon she had gotten used to the idea of someone in her head, moving her body despite her will. She could do this.
She would do this.
“Okay.” She conceded. “One last chance.” She didn’t need to bother calling Tailmon, the cat’s ears weren’t as big as Patamon’s, but the Adult-level had been listening in nonetheless. Within seconds Hikari found herself staring at those hypnotic eyes.
“Uh.” She said. “How do I know when it actually, you know, happens.”
“It’s done.” Tailmon said simply.
It was unsettling, the way her entire brain could be reprogramed and she wouldn’t even notice that time had passed. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to it, but her discomfort was not enough to trigger whatever override Takeru had implanted in her, at least not yet.
“So.” Takeru said slowly. “This is going against not only the fantasy, but also every part of me as a writer. We decided it would be best if I first told you what would happen, before it happened. So you can prepare yourself mentally.”
Given their last disaster, that seemed fair enough.
“Like, when I clap, your hands will be locked behind your back.” He waited a few seconds for her to absorb it, before raising his hands, inches apart, then brought them together quickly.
The sound triggered an instantaneous reaction in Hikari, her arms moving behind her back, wrists snapping together. Even knowing it was coming, she could do nothing to fight it, her body no longer under her own will.
Takeru eyed her for a few seconds, watching to see if she would break under this simple command “And when I clap again, you’ll be free.” He said, demonstrating for her once more.
Just like that, her wrists were her own again, she separated them, and moved her arms back in front of her, rotating them before her eyes.
“And this next trick, I don’t know if it will work, but if it does.” He took a step toward her, hand moving towards her neck. “Your sexual sensitivity should be amplified tenfold, so even a light touch...” His finger brushed against her neck, slowly dancing up to her chin.
In its wake, she felt electricity spread throughout her body. Already her nipples were hardening, and her lower self was preparing, from just the lightest touch. Takeru didn’t stop there though, after tilting her chin towards himself he lent down for a chase kiss on the lips. Instead, it felt like he was kissing her sex. A surprised squeak escaped her at the sudden wave of pleasure.
“Looks like it worked.” Takeru said, a little cocksure as he walked backwards away from her.
The blond sat on the bed, taking a breath and preparing himself. “We’ve already proven I can control your body, but now we are going to control even your mind.” He shifted his weight. “You uh, you already agreed to this once, within reason, but you don’t remember it so I want to make sure. When I say the trigger word, it’s going to create a compulsion. I’m not going to force your body, instead you are going to do it, because you won’t be able to think about anything else.”
Was this him testing his limits? Or was he hoping to find something so objectionable she would be forced to adhere to his end of the bargain. Either way, her unconscious self had agreed, and Tailmon wouldn’t allow anything too life-altering to happen.
“I’m fine Takeru, I can take it.” She affirmed.
“Okay, so when I say pri - the trigger, you are going to have a compulsion to make out with me.” Making out with Takeru was something she did frequently enough, they even did it in their roleplay session.
None of those times included these enhanced sensations. With how surprisingly good the short, chaste kiss had felt, just how good with making out with him feel? The anticipation almost made her balk, but she agreed despite her anxiety.
For his part, she could tell Takeru was already hard and excited, despite how little they’d actually done so far. He raised his hands and gave his lap a quick pat. “Time to take your throne, Princess.”
The words did not register before Takeru’s lips became the most tantalizing trophy Hikari had ever seen. She was on him in an instant, straddling his lap as she leant into him. Even knowing it was coming, even knowing why, she didn’t care to stop it. She trusted Takeru, she trusted Tailmon, so surely she could trust this.
As they began their tryst, Hikari felt sheer pleasure push all other thoughts out of her head. This felt way better than any kiss she’d ever experienced. Takeru’s tongue quested into her mouth, and Hikari accepted it willingly; its presence coaxing a moan and tremors of pleasure.
She felt his hands slip behind her back and welcomed the effort in pressing her closer to him. Any gap between their bodies was too much, even a millimetre was an unacceptable chasm. The closer they were, the more of him she could feel, and the more each and every part of her body began to burn with the fires of passion.
It still wasn’t enough, two sets of clothes were in the way, but she didn’t dare pause to fix it. She couldn’t stop and in that moment she didn’t care why. Instead, she rocked her hips against his, feeling his hardness press up against her apex as one adventurous hand made its way to her rear. It was all the stimulation she could handle; she released a scream into Takeru’s waiting mouth as pleasure coursed through her body.
She’d orgasmed, from nothing more than a deep kiss and some light touching, he’d made her cum so quickly.
“Looks like that went better than I expected.” Takeru teased “I didn’t think you’d finish from just making out.”
Hikari tried to glare, but it came out as more of a pout. “it’s not like I had a choice.”
“But you did.” Takeru boasted. “All I made you do is want to kiss me. You could have resisted, or stopped once we started.” That was easy for Takeru to say, he hadn’t felt the compulsion take over her body, or realize how good his lips felt on her own.
There would be no way to make him realize either, unless Tailmon put him under as well. The enhanced stimuli were too alien, and the overwhelming force of the implanted thought, even knowing it was not authentic, did not mean being able to muster enough strength to resist.
She performantly sulked instead.
“Don’t be like that.” Takeru teased. “I know something that will cheer you right up, princess.”
Before she even registered the word, their lips were locked again, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth where he gleefully entertained it. Her hands were under his shirt, tracing his muscles in a way she knew left him wanting more.
Remembering his earlier tease, Hikari pulled herself away from the kiss, trying to prove she could. The loss of his lips hit harder than she expected, but he wasn’t going to let her go that easily. Seconds later Hikari felt Takeru’s lips against the crook of her neck, each kiss upon sensitive skin sending jolts of pleasure through her spine.
A whimper escaped her as he continued his trek downward. His mouth latched on to a particular sensitive spot at the base of her neck, sucking and licking as her toes curled and orgasmic joy pushed reason out of her head for the second time that day.
“You sure are eager Hikari,” Takeru teased “Finishing twice with just foreplay, we aren’t even naked yet.”
“Oh?” Hikari teased, trying to muster the will to be playful. “Are you going to do something about that?”
“Who me?” Takeru asked, raising a hand to his chest and grinning devilishly. “Not at all. You, on the other hand, are about to happily strip us both.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because as much as I treat you like royalty, you also like being my ‘stripper’, don’t you?”
The word set off a little confusion in her, when had she ever given off that impression before? And a little bit of disgust, she wasn’t used to being called anything so demeaning, although if she was being honest there was a spark of something else there as well.
But these insignificant thoughts were overwhelmed by more pressing matters: she was overdressed.
She wanted, no, needed to be free of her clothes, she didn’t have time to care about ceremony. Her shirt was on the floor in seconds, joined shortly by her pants and panties, pulled down swiftly together. Her bra lasted scant longer, its relative complexity earning it extra seconds on her body before joining the rest in their scattered heap.
It was only when she was completely exposed that she realized the impulse to strip was external, activated when Takeru had called her that degrading name. And it wasn’t done either. She could feel the necessity to strip him as well, just as the blond had teased a moment ago.
Knowing that the compulsion was not genuine made it easier to fight. If she focused, she could hold her body still. But it was more than just an urge, Hikari was quite good at controlling her urges most of the time. No this was also her desire. She wanted to strip him, to have him join her in sinful nudity. Her rational mind fought both instinct and emotion to keep her still, but what Hikari didn’t expect was for her willpower to join the fray in favour of the dissidents.
The revelation was enough to distract her, and in that moment of distraction she had rid Takeru of his shirt. And as her hands began to work on the button of his pants, she realized she didn’t need to fight it either. She had signed up for much worse than this by asking her lover to hypnotize her.
Takeru lifted his hips, allowing her to dispose of the last pesky pieces of clothing separating them. His cock sprung free as she did so, bouncing and bobbing in front of Hikari’s face. This was far from the first time she’d seen it, but somehow it was more intimidating this time. Now that he had her in his power, what exactly was he going to make her do?
He lent back on the bed, an action that only seemed to make hit jutting monolith stand taller from her position crouched between his legs, and he began to taunt her. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Princess?”
She hurdled onto the bed in an instant, not caring as her face brushed against his dick on the way. Once again, her lips entangled with his as she hovered on top of him. This time there was no pesky clothing to separate them; she could feel the tips of her nipples begin to press against the bare skin of his chest.
It was almost like she was a pet, Hikari realized as she lost herself in his mouth. A single word from Takeru was enough to get her to do tricks, no agency, no independence.
The idea should have sparked revulsion, but she was far too intoxicated to notice the loss. In the absence of abhorrence, she lost herself in her lover, allowing him to roll them so he was on top.
His hand trailed down to her sex, his fingers penetrating her wetness, within seconds his hypnotically enhanced actions brought her past the brink. Her eyes shot wide open as she screamed Takeru’s name into his mouth.
A predatory smirk greeted her at the end of the kiss, as Takeru hovered over her. With all they’d done, all she’d implicitly agreed to, this should be nothing, but the hunger in his eyes still made her blush.
“What?” she asked, squirming slightly under his gaze.
“I think I discovered something about you recently Hikari.” Takeru said, leaning in close, his breath tickling the skin of her neck as he began to trail gentle kisses down her body. In her current helpless state, each touch set her nerves ablaze, making her lower self clench with joy.
“Wha-what would that beee?” she responded as Takeru trailed down to her shoulder, then laying kisses along her upper chest before stopping just before her breast.
“I think you enjoy this type of thing more than you let on.” Her brow furrowed and he began to explain “You secretly like doing all these depraved things, but you know you shouldn’t. It’s an excuse to be naughty, just like with the alcohol.”
That couldn’t be true, could it? Sure, she had used wine as a less embarrassing way to ask if he was in the mood back before they could admit they were dating. And sure, their sex life did get more … predictable once she’d begun to play sober. And their roleplay session had contained her best orgasms for a while now. But, but….
Before she could think up a counterargument Takeru tweaked her nipple and continued. “It’s okay, I’ll take responsibility for it all. I’ll make you do every lewd act you’re too embarrassed to admit you want. And you can tell yourself you didn’t have a choice in the matter, it’s my fault you’re a pervert now.”
“No.” she protested meekly, sitting up slightly. “I’m not like that.”
“Not like what?” Takeru asked “Not going to spread your legs whenever I want?”
She opened her mouth to argue, but before she could Takeru reached forward and tapped his fingers against her forehead. The effect was immediate, her feet pushed apart from each other, repulsed as far away as she could stretch before resting against the side of the bed, refusing to move. There was no longer anything hiding her sex, her arousal, she was on display like never before in her life.
One hand moved instinctively to shield herself, causing a slight laugh from Takeru. He simply brough his hands up and clapped, and her body reacted; her hands snapped in place behind her back. No longer supported she fell backward, bouncing as her weight rocked the bedsprings.
It was the most degrading pose she’d ever taken; naked, on her back, legs spread wide and arms unable to hide herself. There was nothing she could to save her virtue.
“That’s much better.” Takeru smirked, moving one hand down to cup her dripping sex. “You look much better like this, ready to be fucked, like a good little sex toy.” She whined as his fingers played with her lower lips, and he pulled his hand away in response. “But onaholes are cheap, as are prostitutes. No, I don’t just want your body, I want all of you. I want your mind and heart devoted to my pleasure.”
He stood up and walked around the bed. “You’ve already been too greedy, cumming so much without permission, so things are going to change. From here on out you will not be able to orgasm until you admit to being my personal hypnopet. At that point you get to feel all the orgasms you resisted at once, but you will lose out on your freedom of will. What ever I suggest, you are going to want to do. You will want to do it more than you’ve wanted anything before in your life.”
The bed shifted as Takeru climbed on top of it, smirking down at her. “I look forward to seeing how long you can resist. Oh, and to admit you lose, all it takes is a kiss.” With that he bent over, his face close enough to her treasure that she could feel his breath tickle her lower lips. His own genitalia hung over her face, suspended by his sheer arousal. In this position she could still lift her head off the bed using her neck, but didn’t have a wide range of movement.
In order to surrender she would have to kiss his dick.
He probably thought he was being hilarious. Or maybe he didn’t and just genuinely enjoyed the power aspect of her giving up her freedom by kissing his sex.
It wasn’t a big deal to her, although maybe giving someone absolute control of her wants should have been a bigger deal, but as far as she was concerned she’d agreed to that when she let Takeru put her under. It wasn’t enough for him though. He didn’t want what she would freely give, he wanted her to surrender, to give in. She could play along for his sake; if he wanted her to resist, she could resist.
Then he kissed her button.
Her hips involuntarily bucked against his face, pushing his nose against her slit. A light chuckle came from between her legs before Takeru dove deeper, tongue teasing her lower lips. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body; the extra sensitivity from before had only intensified. In this state Takeru could make her cum without even touching her pussy. Despite a lack of sample size, she would still praise his ability to give head. With the two combining into a sexual rapture she’d not yet been able to fathom it threated to fry her senses.
The flames of her pleasure intensified every second, building to an inferno that would not be quenched. No matter how much her tension built, relief would not come, she was forced to dance on the peaks of pleasure, climbing ever higher yet unable to reach her goal.
Her body began to squirm as much as the mental restraints allowed, writhing and rocking in an attempt to calm herself. She wanted to focus on something, anything at all to distract herself, but the pleasure overrode her thoughts. The proximity of Takeru’s genitals wasn’t helping. She’d come to associate that engorged, powerful cock with the release she craved.
Takeru shifted, causing that wonderful pink popsicle to bounce, as his hand came up to pet her lower lips. His mouth pulled away, just long enough to taunt her. “What’s the matter? It’s hasn’t even been five minutes.” He said idly. “Surely a strong independent heroine like you can last for at least an hour.”
An hour? Was he really planning to stretch this out so long? Handling the next five minutes would take more willpower than she could summon. If she had to endure another hour of this sweet torture her brain might leak out of her ears.
Before she could voice dissent, Takeru bent his head back to her treasure, silencing any trepidation as the earthquake of her pleasure began to overtake her again. Her mouth dolled open, unable to contain the flood of her moans. She closed her eyes as she tried to block out the pleasure.
Nothing worked. Her resistance crumbled between his dual mental and physical assault. She didn’t care about holding out anymore, she didn’t care if it made it worse for Takeru, she needed release. She needed to cum. It was the only thing she could think about.
Slowly but deliberately, she formed a slight pucker of her lips, angling her head off the bed, and gently placing her lips against the head of her lover’s dick.
The reward immediately reverberated through her body. The power of a dozen orgasms crashed over her at once, leaving her helpless to the pure release they gave. Her hips thrust upward; her toes curled and her vision went white as her screams of joy filled the room.
Consumed by the torrent of her lust, Hikari couldn’t tell if she blissfully laid there for a few minutes or a few hours. She gasped for air that had been too hastily launched out of her lungs as she whimpered; mere aftershocks eclipsing any orgasm she had before letting Takeru put her under.
Her boyfriend sat beside her, one hand gently stroking her hair as he gazed upon her vulnerable body. At some point he must have released the triggers, her arms and legs were free to move, but in her recovering state she did not have the energy to take advantage of that freedom.
“You look like you enjoyed that.” Takeru teased, a victorious smile painting his face. Still, she could not deny his accusation; that orgasm had dwarfed all previous ones by two orders of magnitude.
She found the strength to form words, still not bothering to move. “I guess this makes me your hypnopet.” she said more of a statement than a question.
“Don’t worry about all that.” Takeru responded with a wave. “But since you enjoyed kissing my cock, you could do it some more.”
It was worded as a suggestion, not an order, and yet, it was the most appealing suggestion she had ever heard. On an internal level she knew that her orgasm had come from the hypnosis, not her boyfriend’s genitals, but that knowledge didn’t matter. She wanted to kiss him, to place her lips against his most intimate place and show her appreciation. Her weakened arms moved to support her body as she hovered over his cock, leaning down to meet the crown with her lips. Just a single kiss was not enough, her head bobbed and weaved as she began to lay kisses along his shaft.
The act was strangely comforting, like curling up under a blanket during a raging snowstorm, or eating ice cream to relax the stresses of a particularly grinding day.
This cream however, would be much warmer and saltier, but she couldn’t help but wonder if Takeru had made it more delicious. She no longer held any doubts about how much of her he could change, but if all he was going to do with that power was give her earth-shattering orgasms and feelings of bliss, she wouldn’t regret handing power over to him.
“Don’t just kiss, use your tongue too, worship it.”
That was such a better idea, and she knew just how to thank him. Hikari looked her boyfriend straight in the eyes. “Yes, Master.” She said, loving the look of pure vindication he gave before she bent back to her task.
Moving down, she delivered a lick on the underside of his dick, from base to crown. Then she kissed her way back down the shaft, stopping at his balls she opened her mouth, capturing each marvelous sperm maker one at a time, giving a light suck.
Then back to the top of his dick, working her tongue between around the head, diving into the crevasse of his foreskin, moving back to lick at the slit, before pulling away, her tongue trailing down the side.
“I love this.” She said, between wet kisses. “I love this cock; I could just lay here and worship this cock for hours.” She wasn’t even embellishing. Servicing Takeru could easily become her new favourite pastime. Why hadn’t she done this more often? Was it really all because of the hypnosis? Or had he discovered something deeper? “Would you like that Master? Have your hypnopet give your wonderful cock the attention it deserves? Maybe while you work on your novel?”
“Let’s not make any rash decisions right now.” Takeru said, attempting to retain control. Hikari could already tell his resolve was shaking, but she didn’t bother to finish him off. If he wanted release, he would just order her to. This right now was worship, making sure his cock got the attention it deserved, not just a quick orgasm.
Takeru leaned backwards as he reveled in her actions, his weight now supported by his elbows. Hikari made sure to steal glances at his pleasure-filled face as she continued her service, gauging his reactions to her work. Her lips and tongue continued to lavish attention onto his manhood, ensuring the entire cock was wet with her saliva.
Hikari may not have been trying to induce an orgasm with her ministrations, but one was rushing to meet Takeru anyway. This entire situation was straight out of his darkest fantasies, and he hadn’t yet been granted release.
“I’m close Pet” he warned. “I want to cum all over your pretty little face. I want to mark you as mine.”
It was such a wonderful idea, all that warm, gooey cum, all over her face. And she had already submitted to him in every way that mattered, what was a semen shower next to complete control? Even if she would have never been bold enough to consider this yesterday.
Her right hand shot to the base of his dick, angling it towards her as she slowly stroked his length. The odd lick and kiss continued to surface, whenever she was certain he wouldn’t explode and she wouldn’t miss her chance.
“Please cum for me Master” she pleaded “I want to feel it, I want you to show the world just what I am.”
Her words set him over the edge, his dick twitching as it released rope after rope of cum. Hikari made sure to keep eye contact with her master as his release splashed across her face. She basked in the facial, feeling the warmth across her skin, taking in the scent of her lover, making sure to give him a good memory.
When she deemed enough time had passed, she stood up to grab a tissue, ready to wipe her face clean.
“Stop.” Takeru ordered. “You should let it dry like that. I think it looks cute.”
Cute? Here she was buck-naked, face stained with his cum, completely at his mercy, and he called her cute? Not ‘hot’ or ‘depraved’ or ‘slutty’, but ‘cute’? The innocent word made her blush harder than the sexual act she just performed.
But if Takeru thought it was cute, maybe she could live with it. It wasn’t that bad, a little wet at worst, a small sacrifice.
Her lover devoured her image as she retracted her arm, turning back to him in her sullied glory. “I think we have time for one last round.” The blond said deviously. “But you’re going to need to get me hard again first.”
That wasn’t going to be difficult. Takeru was so revved up from the situation itself, not to mention her own lewd appearance, his cock was standing at attention within a minute.
When Takeru was ready for another round, he grabbed her, standing the two of them up, guiding Hikari towards the wall of their apartment, and then towards their balcony window.
“Wait…” she said, realization washing over her, “Are we really going to do it in front of the window?”
Takeru showed no remorse. “I just marked you, it’s no good if I don’t show you off.”
Standing naked in front of a window was too risky for her. Someone might look up and see her, she just couldn’t stand the thought. If she said the safe word, he’d stop right? She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t already saying it.
During their last session, Takeru had programmed an emergency override into her. Even when she hadn’t consciously objected, her subconscious had sensed her discomfort and ended the hypnosis. She was certain Takeru had done the same this time, making sure she wasn’t just going along with it for his sake.
For some reason it wasn’t yet stopping her, and that gave her pause when protesting further. And that pause allowed Takeru to make a devious pronouncement.
“I’m going to fuck you against the window, while you look down and watch to see if anyone can see you for the slut you are.”
With that her fate was sealed. She still could technically say the safe word, in the same way she technically could find a hammer and test how much force it would take to break her shins. She had about as much desire to do the former as the latter.
Even though she knew he was influencing her, that didn’t stop the fact she now wanted to let him take her against the glass. To watch all the passersby and see if anyone them were any the wiser. To see if she could really get away with having sex right in front of them.
She didn’t need any more direction, she pressed herself against the window, gasping as the cool glass contrasted with the heat in her body pressed flush against it. Her lower lips were already more than lubricated, ready for her master to take her, for all the world to see if they’d only look up.
Takeru tilted her head back slightly, catching her lips with his own. “I really can’t believe this is happening.” He bragged, “I love you so much.”
This wasn’t his first declaration of love, but given that it was coaxed out while they stood naked in front of the window after he played with her head to turn her into his pet, it might have been the least appropriate one.
Somehow that didn’t matter; or even worse, made it better. The idea that Takeru loved her more since she was willing to let him use her as he saw fit was for some reason more appealing than appalling, and she couldn’t help but wonder if that thought had come from her master or herself.
“This was such a good idea.” Takeru muttered as he began to worm his way inside her. Her body was more than welcoming from the mere thought of this risky sex, and of course she had to agree with him. The danger, the rush, the sheer lewdness of it all. She couldn’t hold back her moans as her boyfriend continued to claim her.
Something primal drove Takeru as he took her. His patient tease from earlier replaced with pure unadulterated need. Cum smeared the glass in front of her as her face dragged against the window from the force of her lover’s thrusts. Thankfully the window would form a barrier to deafen the noise of their rutting from the oblivious crowd below.
Still her eyes searched, glancing from head to head, back to back. Anxiously reassuring herself that not one was wise to her utter depravity.
The heat of this situation must have been intoxicating him as it did her; Takeru’s thrusts grew more and more wild, and Hikari knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, yet he still had time for one more dastardly scheme.
“Focus pet,” he ordered, “how many people do you see down there?”
Her eyes had been watching this entire time, but only now did she bother to count. It was far from the busiest the street had ever been, but Tokyo was never quiet, even at this hour. There were two standing outside a stall, the stall owner himself, a threesome walking down the road, one more heading the other way, and a group of four that had been loitering since she began.
“El-eleven” she managed to squeak out.
“I can’t last much longer.” Takeru admitted, “When I cum inside you, you are going to orgasm once for every person you see down there.”
It was a horrible idea.
It was a wonderful idea.
It was a horribly wonderful idea. Would she even be able to think after a string of so many orgasms? Did she care? Either way she didn’t have much time to contemplate it, as she felt the familiar sensation of her boyfriend’s seed filling her, sending her own body into sinful spasms.
Just as the embers of her first orgasm began to die down a second, more powerful one overtook it, her legs gave out, Takeru catching her as they slid to the ground. Hikari couldn’t tell you how long she lay there, nor did she bother to count the waves of pleasure as they sent her from one helping of mindless bliss into the next.
When Hikari finally regained awareness, she found herself in the arms of her boyfriend, still drained and quivering.
Takeru planted a chaste kiss on her lips, almost a parody after all the depraved things they had just done.
“We’re done now.” He clarified, “You’re back to yourself, I don’t have any control over you now.”
That wasn’t quite true, he’d always have some control over her, as he’d held before Tailmon had ever put her under. She wouldn’t give herself over to anyone like this unless they already held her heart, but her mind appeared to be her own again, free of foreign inceptions.
“That was amazing Hikari,” Takeru praised, holding her close, “How was it for you? We didn’t go too far, did we?” His voice was filled with hesitancy, now again the concerned and self-conscious boyfriend instead of the confident master.
“It was the best sex of my life.” she replied honestly, watching as relief flooded her boyfriends face. “It was intense.”
“Too intense?” Takeru asked quickly, still searching her face for signs of displeasure.
“Well, I would want to do that everyday,” she admitted. “But once in a while could definitely be good.”
Takeru wedged his face into the crook of her neck, muttering soft compliments into her ear. When Hikari felt strength return to her legs, she made her way to the bathroom to clean the stench of sex off her as Takeru set about cleaning their room, and replacing the sheets. He didn’t have to head into work until tomorrow afternoon, while she had school in the morning.
That thought felt more foreign to her than any Takeru had implanted. After what she had just experienced, how could she really be concerned with something as mundane and routine as school? And yet, in a way she was used to it. Saving the world as an after-school activity did skew one’s definitions of what was normal.
And Hikari Yagami was not normal.

A/N Aftercare is important.
(I’m still here, slowly.)
Tailmon’s ‘Cat’s eye’ attack has hypnotism qualities, from all descriptions/translations I can find, this occurs in the original version, even if ‘cat’s eye hypnotism’ is a dub change. Either way, it’s only really been shown to put opponents to sleep, but I’m going to take a little creative liberty.
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I Want All of You