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Miyako's Invitation	By : Rathian_Heart Category: Digimon > General Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Miyako's Invitation
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Gomamon sighed as he slowly sunk into the bath, his natural buoyancy causing him to float up onto his back and lazily drift along. Although his champion and ultimate evolutions had a very northern aesthetic, Gomamon couldn't deny how great a hot bath felt. He also couldn't deny how much the hot water soothed his still tender asshole.

It'd only been a few days since he'd sneaked into Mimi Tachikawa’s room and awoke outside her apartment with several of her skimpy and provocative thongs wrapped around his head and a throbbing pain in the ass. He wracked his brain to try and recall the events of that night, but to the best of his ability, all he could remember was that he had been caught spying on Mimi and Palmon’s tentacular antics and as punishment they had turned their passions onto him. Fortunately for Mimi, Gomamon’s memory was still too hazy to accurately recall that Mimi had been sporting a very hard, very thick fourteen inch cock between her legs. For all Gomamon knew, Mimi owned several strap on dildos of various designs that either her or Palmons ultimate form, Lilymon, would use frequently.

Gomamon shuddered at the memory and unconsciously focused on the dull throbbing of his asshole. He knew that at the moment he was stretched out a little more than he would ever have liked, and he couldn't help but wonder if his asshole would ever shrink back down to its original size. He sighed softly and grinned as he couldn't help but imagine doing the same thing to Mimi.

The thongs that Mimi had left Gomamon had come with a note that heavily implied she was expecting him to masturbate with them, and do that he had. Because of his clawed flippers, masturbating his small seal cock was always an awkward affair, but feeling the soft silk and smooth satin of Mimi’s scandalous lingerie made the act tens of times easier and hundreds of times more pleasurable. Fortunately, Jou Kido, Gomamon’s partner, was frequently in classes or at cram school or pouring over homework and college applications, so Gomamon had more than enough opportunities to attend to himself without fear of being caught and having to explain himself.

Though usually content to idly drift about and nap in the bath, Gomamon’s eyes shot open and he splashed forward onto his front. With practiced precision, he vaulted from the side of the tub and tumbled into a towel, easily drying himself.

Jou’s probably asleep right now, Gomamon thought. He’ll be out for hours unless he has a homework nightmare. That's more than enough time!

Gomamon hummed to himself as he waddled out of the bathroom and into Jou’s room. Sure enough, he was sprawled out on the bed, still in his school uniform, looking like he had simply run out of gas and collapsed. Hastily, Gomamon dove under the bed and emerged on the other side with his treasure hanging from his mouth. Although he usually only used two at a time, Gomamon wasn't about to leave the others behind in fear of them being discovered and depending on the fantasy, Gomamon sometimes like to switch between which thong he was rapidly rubbing against his cock.

He begin to waddle back towards the bathroom in hopes for privacy, more out of piece of mind than actual necessity. He was running through his mental catalog of scandalous visions of Mimi when he heard a soft buzzing coming from Jou’s desk. Although Gomamon knew Jou could sometimes sleep through an earthquake with no problem, he was so set on masturbating that he didn't want to risk Jou waking up and seeing Gomamon with an erection, a flipper full of thongs and one perfectly hanging from his nose.

With a swift and practiced agility that would make Gatomon jealous, Gomamon scaled Jou’s desk and slapped his phone to cease its buzzing. With a sigh of relief, Gomamon prepared to hop down and resume his journey to orgasmic bliss. Although the phone had been silenced, the screen was still alight with text message notifications.

Miyako? Gomamon thought, genuinely confused.

While Daisuke, Miyako and Iori had proven themselves more than capable as Chosen Children, the original Children had never established the same kind of close knit bond with them as they had with themselves. Even though Hikari and Takeru were members of both generations and served as a type of bridge between them, and each group had their own respect for each other, the two were considered very much to be their own individual teams. As such, Gomamon found it odd that Miyako would be reaching out to Jou.

But of course, Gomamon’s predisposition as a mischievous prankster also found it worth snooping on. With a flick of a claw, Gomamon brought up Jou’s sparse inbox and couldn't help but roll his eyes as most of his outgoing texts were very poorly crafted excuses to the other Chosen Children as to why he wasn't able to meet up with them. Curious though, while there were several incoming texts from Miyako, there were very, very few outgoing ones to her. Of course this only fueled Gomamon’s curiosity, and he easily put the thought of masturbating on the back burner.

“Don't study too hard,” Miyako’s most recent text said. “I'd be happy to help if you need to relax.”

This seems normal enough, Gomanmon thought. I wonder why Jou hasn't said anything to her? Hey, she even put a little winky face! What else is here…

A quick scroll through Miyako’s previous messages quickly gave Gomamon two obvious pieces of information: Miyako obsessively thought she could convince Jou to have sex with her through thinly veiled invitations, and Jou was too clueless to respond properly.

Gomamon, however, was illy confident that if Miyako wanted Jou, the invitation would surely extend to his partner Digimon.

He glanced behind him to make sure that Jou was still sufficiently unconscious and with some initial trouble, Gomamon sent her a selfie of himself with Jou in the background and the caption “He overdid it. But I’ll take you up on that offer.”

The moment Gomamon hit send he immediately regretted it. He stared in horror as he watched the sending bar slowly fill up as a picture of himself with one of Mimi’s thongs still draped over his nose. To make matters worse, not only did Gomamon look far too gleeful, but upon the front of the silky, shiny purple satin in bright pink rhinestones was emblazoned “Cum Slut”.

Minutes felt like hours as Gomamon waited for Miyako’s response. He was certain that such a stunt would have to warrant one, whether it just be shocked that Gomamon had been the one to respond or angry that Jou hadn’t ever told her that he was seeing another girl.

Suddenly Jou’s phone lit up and Gomamon pounced on it before it even had a chance to vibrate.

“Meet me at this address in an hour.”

Gomamon couldn’t believe his luck. Fortunately Miyako wasn’t angry, but he was genuinely surprised that Miyako would be into the idea of him. Needless to say, the necessity to masturbate to the idea of slamming his cock deep into Mimi’s bubble butt.

With almost lightning speed, Gomamon dove beneath Jou’s bed to hide his treasures, deleted any trace that he was on Jou’s cell and was out the door. In his mind, Gomamon repeated the address like a mantra as he waddled away as quickly as he could.

***

It had taken him a little under forty-five minutes to arrive, and Gomamon cursed himself for having made such haste. Though he didn’t have much in the way of fur, he still felt gross and unpresentable as his rubbery skin was covered with a slight sheen of sweat. He momentarily forgot all about that though as he realized where he was. At first he had thought that he’d be meeting Miyako at her house while her parents were out, but instead he found himself standing in the shadow of a love hotel.

“Ah, I see that you’re early Gomamon,” a very polite voice chirped from behind him.

Gomamon turned to see Hawkmon, Miyako’s partner, smiling in the only way one with a beak could as he clapped his wings together before grabbing one of Gomamon’s flippers and escorting him inside. “Very good, very good. Let’s get you upstairs and freshened up. I don’t know why Miyako insists on these locations, but I suppose there are some perks to it.”

Gomamon’s mounting confusion was only made worse by Hawkmon’s butler-like ramblings. With a flick of a feather, Hawkmon opened the door to Miyako’s room before Gomamon had even noticed that they’d arrived. He was hurried through the single room towards the bathroom, only barely taking in the red, pink and black color scheme of the room and the vast array of gels, lubricants and sex toys on the night stand.

“Into the bath with you now,” Hawkmon insisted. “The mistress is still preparing herself, so feel free to take your time.”

The door shut behind him and Gomamon stood there in a daze, as though someone had just presented him hard, factual evidence that everything he had known about the Digital World was instead just a cartoon targeted at preteen children. A hot bath had already been set out for him, and Gomamon couldn’t help be impressed by the full, professional level quality of the tea spread that was perched on the side of the tub.

This has to be Hawkmon’s touch, Gomamon thought as he slowly sank into the water. He couldn’t help but admit that the bath did melt away a lot of the tension and confusion he had about his slowly arriving encounter with Miyako.

With practiced elegance, Gomamon reached out for one of the tea cups and slowly sipped it. Gomamon had known that Hawkmon was a Digimon who favored refinement, but his tea was on a whole different level. He felt himself at complete ease as he leaned back against the side of the tub and before long he’d drank two full cups. Though he was content to stay where he was for the next few hours, he was brought out of his calm by a knocking at the door.

“I do hope you’ve enjoyed yourself Gomamon, but whenever you’re ready.”

Gomamon took a deep breath before pulling himself from the bath and dried himself off, momentarily debating on whether he should bring the exceptionally fluffy linen home with him. He’d made the decision to do this, so he might as well get the ball rolling.

“You certainly took your sweet time, and you should be punished for that” Miyako scolded.

Gomamon shivered as he wasn’t used to hearing that kind of tone from her. He glanced over at the direction of her voice and his jaw dropped. Gone were the coke bottle glasses and art student appearance. Instead she wore metallic black cat’s eye glasses and her outfit looked like it came right out of LadyDevimon’s wardrobe. A tight, shiny black latex top was stretched across Miyako’s large breasts and though Gomamon couldn’t be sure about the back, the matching hot pants rode up her pussy and clearly outlined the folds of her pussy. Miyako also wore a black latex hood that allowed her purple hair to flow out the back, and boots and gloves that were stretched tightly up passed her elbows and thighs respectively.

Although Gomamon couldn’t deny that Miyako’s outfit was certainly something out of his fantasies, he was immediately reminded of his encounter with Mimi and the resulting discomfort that caused. Not wanting a potential repeat of that, Gomamon quickly made a break for the door. Before he could go even five feet, he crumpled to the floor gasping for breath. While definitely not out of shape, Gomamon’s breath came out in ragged gasps as he realized that his entire body felt like it was on fire. He glanced down between his legs and gawked at the sight of his penis, and couldn’t help but moan loudly as he felt it throb with need.

“It looks like the drug Hawkmon put into your tea is starting to take effect,” Miyako purred as she crawled off the bed and slowly sauntered over to Gomamon. “It’s nothing dangerous, it just makes your hornier than a dog in heat.”

Gomamon panted as he tried to drag himself away, but was easily scooped up and held before his new mistress.

“And as a bonus it keeps you hard for way longer than normal,” Miyako breathed against Gomamon’s engorged cock and eliciting a moan from the seal Digimon. “Which is good, because I plan on draining those balls dry…”

With a loud moan, Gomamon instinctively grabbed Miyako’s head for support as she inhaled his cock in one swift motion. His mind was quickly turning to jelly as Miyako’s tongue swirled around his cock and his ears were filled with loud, rhythmic slurping as Miyako bobbed her head on his cock.

“How are you so good at this?” Gomamon gasped and moaned as he struggled to keep his grip on Miyako’s head.

Miyako pulled herself from between Gomamon’s legs for only a moment and smirked at him. “Oh, this is just the warm up. You haven’t seen anything yet…”

She tossed Gomamon onto the bed and immediately dove back between his legs. Although whatever Hawkmon had put in his tea had made his cock swell larger than its normal size, Miyako was easily able to deep throat the entire length without so much as a gag. Gomamon was sure Miyako’s mouth would be able to give most vacuums a run for their money with the way he felt she was going to pull his cock off each time Miyako pulled away from his groin.

Withdrawing from him, Miyako smirked at Gomamon as she tightly gripped his cock as swiftly stroked him. “You like that, don’t you Gomamon? I’m betting you never thought you’d see this kind of side of me, did you? That’s okay. Because after tonight, I’m going to leave you begging for more…”

Gomamon tried to respond to Miyako but he was too lost in how wonderful Miyako’s handjob was to be able to find the words. All he could do was shudder and moan under her technique before going stiff as a board. Miyako grinned wickedly as she sped up her stroking. “That’s it Gomamon, cum for me. Cum for your mistress!”

With a loud gasp, Gomamon’s cock erupted in a torrent of white hot cum. The initial spurt shot high and splashed against Miyako’s cheek and slowly began to drip down the later. The rest of his orgasm gushed over and dripped down Miyako’s gloved hand and served to further lubricant her stroking. To his surprise, Gomamon’s cock remained rock hard and continued to throb with the need for further release.

Miyako purred as she slowly licked her hand clean, moaning and slurping up Gomamon’s cum in an exaggerated way. “You taste so good Gomamon. Maybe the next time I’ll let you cum in my mouth… Would you like that?”

Gomamon was still coming down from cloud nine. His breathing was heavy, but he managed to nod his head.

Miyako smirked and playfully swatted at Gomamon’s erection before rubbing his scrotum, her fingers dipping slightly beneath his balls to poke at his asshole. “Of course you would. I bet I’m an even better cock sucker than that slut Mimi…”

She grinned wickedly as she noticed Gomamon tense up defensively. “Did I strike a nerve Gomamon?” She feigned surprise and gasped before the mischievous look returned to her. “You have a crush on her don’t you? Oh, I bet she’s the one who did this to you too. No wonder it’s so loose...”

Gomamon gasped and groaned as Miyako easily shoved a finger up his ass. His initial feeling of dread brought on by Miyako’s latex outfit was returning as Miyako slowly pistoned her finger against his asshole, and he cursed himself for naturally loosening under her touch.

“She must have with the way you look like you’re enjoying this,” Miyako scowled. “But I bet she never did anything like this…”

Gomamon was about to protest as Miyako ripped her finger from his ass, but quickly changed his mind as he watched her drop between his legs and push his scrotum out of her face. The instant he caught on to what Miyako had in mind, he sharply inhaled and moaned her name loudly as she shoved her tongue deep into his ass.

Though he was already impressed with her blowjob, Gomamon could feel himself becoming more of a slave to Miyako’s oral abilities as he felt her tongue dart in and out of his stretched ass and swirl around inside of him and against his puckered hole. Without realizing, Gomamon had begun to rhythmically press himself against Miyako’s face and delighted in the way his wet balls would smack against her nose. He doubted that he would be able to achieve orgasm from Miyako’s rimjob, but he couldn’t deny that it was definitely one of the hottest, dirtiest things he’d seen someone do.

Miyako pulled away from Gomamon’s now wet and sloppy asshole. She was panting lightly, but still smirking with the same confidence she had at the beginning of this. “Well? Was that the best things you could have wished that slut would do?”

Gomamon nodded weakly and sighed, absolutely content with the way that things were going. He wasn’t even caring that Miyako seemed to have some kind of competition complex towards Mimi, as long as it kept her doing these kinds of things to him.

“I’m not convinced Gomamon,” Miyako scowled. “But I bet I know something that’ll have you howling my name…”

Gomamon crawled over onto his stomach, though with some difficulty as his erection was pressed uncomfortably into the plush mattress.

Miyako grinned wickedly at Gomamon as she slipped her fingers under the tight latex of her top. “Oh don’t worry Gomamon,” she crooned as she slowly peeled the material up over her head and let her large, pillowy tits flip out and slap against her ribcage. Gomamon gawked and stared at her tits, unaware that his tongue had lolled out and he was drooling. Miyako’s tits were enormous. Though he had no real frame of reference, they had to be an E cup, if not larger.

“I'm glad you like them,” she purred. “Now, let's get you comfortable....”

In a single motion, Gomamon felt himself being lifted into the air while Miyako tumbled onto her back on the bed, coming to rest on top of her with his burning erection poking against one of her dark brown nipples. It was like a dream for Gomamon. While he had always fantasized about Mimi’s bubble butt and was content to fuck her every possible way, he had to admit that there were times she did have a little more in the breast department. Miyako, however, made up for Mimi’s lack of tits and then some.

“Fuck them Gomamon,” she sneered. “Slam your cock against them and spray that hot cum on my face.”

Gomamon looked at her dumbfounded for a moment, but without further encouragement slid his cock into her soft, if a little sweaty, cleavage and gripped her tits hard as he became to hump away at them. He moaned as he squeezed them tightly against himself as his claws dug slightly into the soft flesh. Beneath him, Miyako cooed and smirked at Gomamon. With one hand, she reached behind Gomamon to stroke his back and tease his asshole, while the other went between her legs and rubbed her damp pussy through her hot pants.

“That’s it Gomamon,” she mewled. “Fuck my big tits, fuck them like you want to fuck my pussy.” As much as she loved sucking cock and being fucked, Miyako always felt the most turned on when someone was playing with her tits. Her fingers were a blur between her legs as Gomamon jackhammered away at her chest and she eagerly awaited his release.

Although he’d started off with a definite rhythm, Gomamon’s hips quickly turned into a blurred mess as he thrusted away. Like Miyako’s rimjob, Gomamon wasn’t sure that he would be able to cum just from humping Miyako’s tits. He made no lack of effort, though Miyako smirked beneath him as though she caught on to Gomamon’s concern.

“I guess it can’t be helped,” she teased. “If only your dick was bigger I could suck on it while you fucked my tits. You’ll just have to settle for something else you like.”

Gomamon gasped and his claws dug deeper into Miyako’s tit flesh as he felt her shove two fingers deep up his ass. He groaned and humped with wild abandon as Miyako fingered his ass with the same harsh attention she was giving her pussy. Within moments, she felt Gomamon begin to shudder and stiffen.

“Do it Gomamon, cum! I want to taste it!” she moaned lustfully as she extended her tongue.

With the same force as his previous orgasm, Gomamon tried his best to aim his shots. A thick rope of cum splattered across Miyako’s face, but the next two he managed to land in her mouth while the rest pooled between her tits. Panting, Gomamon climbed off of her and flopped next to her on the bed.

“That was great Gomamon,” Miyako grinned as she swallowed his cum loudly. “I love it when a guy cums on my tits… But we’re not done yet. You still have to get me off.”

Normally, Gomamon would feel that two orgasms in such short succession was beyond his limit, but Hawkmon’s drug was still keeping him hard and his balls full of cum. The post orgasmic haze the clouded his mind was quickly dispersed as he felt something wet and rubbing pressed against his face. He moaned and shuddered as he was forced to inhale it, and instinctively took it in his flippers and pressed it harder against himself.

“I knew you were a panty sniffer,” Miyako sneered as she slapped Gomamon’s cock. “That’s fine though. I want you inhaling my pussy while you fill me up with more of that cum.”

Gomamon pulled himself out of his pussy scent induced trance and stared in awe at the sight before him. Miyako had put herself onto her hands and knees with her large ass high in the air. Her pussy looked perfectly smooth and unused, and shimmered from her juices, and her large tits hung and swayed underneath her.

“Well?” she demanded. “Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to ram that dick in me?”

Gomamon quickly glowered at her before putting her musky latex hot pants over his face and breathing in the smell of her wet pussy. With some initial trouble, Gomamon climbed onto her ass and awkwardly attempted to position his cock at her asshole. Both of them knew, much to his own frustration, that Gomamon’s cock wasn’t big enough to provide any real vaginal pleasure in this position. Once he was sure he had is, Gomamon reared back and slammed his cock up Miyako’s ass all the way to the hilt.

Miyako cried out in a mixture of surprise and pain before moaning softly. She had known that Gomamon’s size wasn’t going to be an issue for her, but she wasn’t expecting him to shove the entire thing in in one motion. Behind her she could hear Gomamon’s muffled gasps and pants as he became used to the vice-like grip her asshole had on his cock. She grinning wickedly and wiggled her ass.

“You feel so big in my ass Gomamon, but aren’t you going to fuck me?” she teased.

Struggling to maintain his grip on her hips, Gomamon awkwardly began to hop up and down on her ass. While his cock may not have been long, Miyako moaned and mewled as she felt her ass repeated being filled again and again. With a free hand she reached back between her legs and easily shoved three fingers deep into her drooling pussy and swiftly pistoned herself.

Gomamon continued to pant as he jumped on Miyako’s ass. In the back of his mind, he regretted wearing Miyako’s hot pants as a mask as he was beginning to become lightheaded, but if he passed out while sodomizing whom he was sure was the dirtiest of the Chosen Children and with his lungs full of the scent of her pussy, it was more than worth it. Nonetheless, Gomamon doubled his efforts to get Miyako off before he inevitably busting another nut deep inside her.

“Harder Gomamon, harder!” Miyako urged him. Her fingers were a blur as her front crumpled against the bed. The sudden change in her position threatened to throw Gomamon off mid thrust, but she moaned into the sheets when she realized it’d also allowed him to hit her a little bit deeper.

As he hit deeper, Gomamon could feel his orgasm approaching more quickly. He ceased his wild bouncing and focused on hard, heavy thrusts and moaned each time his balls would smack against his fingers. In moments, Gomamon buried himself as deep as he could and his claws dug into Miyako’s hips as he felt his largest orgasm yet explode inside Miyako’s ass. She cried out in ecstasy as she felt the Gomamon’s hot, sticky cum flood her ass. She drooled slightly as she was sure there was so much that it might actually spurt out of her while Gomamon was still inside her.

Gomamon felt like he was cumming for hours. His breath ragged and shallow, he let go of Miyako’s hips and let himself fall out of her ass and onto his back. He glanced down at himself and sighed as he could see that his cock was finally starting to deflate, and was too tired and sated to even care than his cum was rapidly dripping from Miyako’s stretched asshole and onto his cock and stomach.

While Miyako was quite pleased with Gomamon’s performance, she had other ideas. Taking a quick breath, she flexed her asshole and moaned as she felt more of Gomamon’s cum be expelled. Once she was sure she’d gotten most of the seal’s cream pie out of her, she turned over and squatted over Gomamon.

“That was so hot Gomamon,” she purred. “But you’re such a mess now, and you look so exhausted. I’m sure you could use a drink.”

Gomamon, in his exhaustion, could barely register what Miyako was saying. It wasn’t until he heard her moan and sigh contently did he realize what was happening, but by then it was too late. As she sneered down at him, Miyako moaned as she began to pee on Gomamon. He gagged and sputtered as the lukewarm, glittering gold liquid sprayed against his face and chest.

“Drink it Gomamon!” Miyako taunted, maneuvering herself so she had a greater ease of reaching Gomamon’s mouth. “I’m sure you’ll love it like everything else.”

Though he did what he could to not swallow any of her piss, Gomamon unfortunately couldn’t keep it up indefinitely. He coughed and gagged reflexively at the salty taste, and while Miyako seemed content with what little of it he had drank, he couldn’t help but feel humiliated by the act. However, for as humiliated and disgusted as he felt, his body betrayed him and he moaned as he felt Miyako turn her last few seconds of urination towards his softening cock.

Once Miyako had finished, she looked over her evening’s work. While it hadn’t have been the sexual encounter she had originally hoped and masturbated for prior, she had to admit she’d enjoyed it. Gomamon’s breathing, while still strained in between reflexive coughs, was beginning to return to normal and Miyako grinned as she knelt down once more between his legs and took his entire flaccid scrotum into her mouth. Gomamon groaned and gasped loudly in pleasure as Miyako slurped and sucked all traces of his gooey, piss infused cum from his cock and balls, though silently praying that he didn’t get another erection from this.

Reaching over to the nightstand, Miyako quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of Gomamon in all of his exhausted, sweat, piss and cum covered glory. She turned the phone to face him and shook it gently, a wicked smile across her face.

“You’d better believe I’ll be masturbating to this later Gomamon,” she purred as she stepped over him and climbed over the bed. “Our time’s almost up, by the way, so you should probably get cleaned up proper.”

Gomamon panted heavily, initially surprised at the sudden change in Miyako’s demeanor. He didn’t have time to wonder if her attitude had just been her in dominant character, or she was always like that before she heard the familiar tone from the bathroom.

“And Gomamon, I’d better not find out you’re still lusting after that slut Mimi Tachikawa when you have ready access to me and fulfilling all of your filthy, dirty little kinks. Otherwise I might have to share this with her, and who knows what’ll happen then.”

Gomamon groaned as Miyako’s giggle echoed from the bathroom and ingrained itself into his mind. He could feel himself dropping off into a post sex coma, and could only hope that when he woke up Miyako had been as merciful to him as Mimi.
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