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The last thing Palmon remembered, she was sneaking back through the streets after meeting Mimi at school; her partner human had forgotten something and Palmon had to rush after her to make sure she had it before class, and only caught up with her just as she was on the cusp of entering the building. Slinking through back alleys and trying to avoid being seen, Palmon wanted to get home without any trouble. Digimon may have been known about, but they were still spectacles, monsters who most people didn't have firsthand interactions with, and the last thing Palmon wanted was to have to deal with someone freaking out about 'a monster attacking them' just because she had to sneak by after helping out Mimi.
Now, she wasn't on the street.
Dragging herself up in hazy confusion unsure of her surroundings, Palmon found herself in a room. Just a normal room. It had all been so instant that she wasn't sure how she got there, feeling like she was waking up, but not remembering falling asleep or even being tired. Something was definitely amiss, though; Palmon felt an oddity in her, the strange and quirky uncertainty of her data not being right. How it was wrong felt beyond Palmon, her sense of self simply rattled and shifted to the side. She didn't understand how things were amiss but was caught in the certainty they were and in the feeling that she needed to do something, anything, to try and stabilize it while she fell so much further into confusion.
There was a hand already running along her side, and her eyes fell upon him as she looked at him. A young man looming over her, running his touch along her. Drew. She knew Drew! Palmon definitely knew Drew for real. He was her friend. Her friend Drew. "Hi Drew," she said to her friend, Drew, who she knew. His hand was on her body but that was alright; some part of her told her to shirk away from his touch, to worry that it was inappropriate, but she didn't think about that, didn't see it in that light. She only understood that Drew was her friend, and she felt safe with him.
"I'm glad you're with me now, Palmon," Drew said, his grim smile looming over her, a beaming delight brilliant and focused on her, maybe a bit too focused as he let his touch caress along her body, trailing his hand with caresses of pure greed and sweet desire, starting in shameless delight at rubbing up on her, shamelessly committing himself to the inappropriate touches and gropes, feeling Palmon up with a slowly emboldening certainty.
Palmon slowly took in more of the sights around her, making sense of them and coming to grasp where she was. In a bedroom, on a bed, presumably on Drew's bed, and receiving the steady prodding of his fingers upon her with a steady insistence. Palmon felt an urge to pull away, but felt too much of her not really object to it, the shuddering delight of tingly interest in being by Drew's side. She felt at peace, silently letting him continue to touch her, falling into the and the warmth of just letting it happen, open to the idea of letting his every caress wear at her, the slide into an odd sort of relief and passion. Lust ached between her legs and her body craved in deeper greed. "How did I get here?" she asked, but she asked it with a vapid, aimless sort of uncertainty, lacking in any scrutiny of what was happening to her even though she needed to.
"You came over here," he said, incredibly vague in his explanation, letting his hand continue its creeping indulgence and caress along her. He got a bit more handsy, a bit firmer, but Palmon remained pliable, placid, receiving all these probing attentions without a whole lot of worry about what was happening. She continued to lie there in wriggling uncertainty, the growing confusion and excitement of the pleasures all dragging her deeper. Palmon so hopelessly focused on him, giving in to this without a lot of worry, the uncertainty and the heat of something forcing her slowly deeper into these weird feelings, a fog from which she felt herself unable to pull away. "And now that you're here, you can finally become my partner Digimon."
Palmon gasped, eyes widening with realization and a worried hit of panic. "N-no," she said, shaking her head feverishly. "No, that's not right. Mimi is my partner. I'm not yours." Her hands tried to finally push him away, furrowing frustration and anger building inside of her at the realization that things here weren't right. Who was Drew? She felt like she knew him, but why didn't she have any memories of him? The uncanny uncertainty all began to nag at her, making Palmon wonder what she was feeling and why he was so insistent over her, because any recollection of why she knew him fell away so fast. It didn't feel real.
"It'll be better for both of us if you're my Digimon," Drew continued, pushing against the weak efforts of her hands trying to shove him away. He reached over her to palm a heavily modified Digivice, and with the push of a button, he sent a wave of pleasure rushing through her, the viral payload invoking ecstasy that made Palmon's hips buck upward against his hand. His fingers probed into her slick, ready pussy ,the sticky mess of her sap-like juices coating his digits as they probed into sink and to pump back and forth, using her with a firmer, more confident steadiness, surges of a direct desire leaving no room now for her sense.
Palmon lost herself to the waves of crushing ecstasy shuddering across her body, lost to feelings of confusion and warmth while Drew's fingers worked firmer at her body, forcing her to fall into depths she could do nothing to make sense of. "But Mimi," she whined, struggling through the mental fog and finding it impossible to make her head straighten out, thoughts falling further away in a mess of sublime confusion, the frustration earnestly wearing down her focus and making her body sink into the confusion offered by his touch. "Where's Mimi? I want to see h--" Cut off by her own moan, Palmon's hips bucked upward in a dizzy fit of pure worry, ashamed of the slide into worries getting the better of her. She felt it impossible to hold together her thoughts and focus through all of these worries, feelings escalating with sinful and demeaning heat, senselessly pushing against her thoughts with less and less in the way of control.
"I don't want to hear that name anymore. You're here with me, Palmon, and you shouldn't be worried about anything else. I want you to feel good." Faster his fingers pumped, and the press of Drew's lips against hers ensured that Palmon was a powerless, shaky mess, her resistance starting to falter under the insistence of his touch, dizzying heats making her feel more and more ashamed of how far she was falling now. Drew left her shivering through the damning and overbearing pressure he was happy to impose upon her. His fingers reached so deep, wriggling about inside of Palmon and wearing her focus down harder, inviting her to have to sink into surrender and acceptance of this touch, electrifying chaos and an urgency sweeping without care across her, forcing Palmon to sink into dizzier warmth. Cloying desire overwhelmed her, thoughts slipping away faster by the second under the dreamy ecstasy of needing more.
Foggy, uncertain, Palmon felt herself slipping deeper, relaxing into his kiss, allowing herself to melt for him while everything became an increasingly dramatic expression of total fucking collapse. The steady pump of fingers into her needy pussy made her accept things she shouldn't have accepted. Everything smothered her so firmly, and she felt her thoughts falling away, the compromising, crumbling embarrassment of having to realize what she was giving in to. Her hips bucked harder against the touch, letting Drew give her more, letting these shivers of pure heat make her fall into this all. She felt herself so lost to these passions, feelings invoking the indulgence and the passion of desire and dizziness carrying her deeper. Drew didn't want to hear about Mimi anymore, and as the lust throbbed across her harder, she felt even thought of Mimi begin to slip away.
"Your fingers feel really good," whined Palmon, her body sinking into deeper relaxation, her lips mashing against Drew's. Everything felt so serene, the indulgent and intoxicating relief making her crave more of his attention, falling into hotter delight and greedy satisfaction. He worked his way down lower, pulling away from the kiss and sinking into a position that let him come face to face with her pussy, from which sweet floral scents wafted, her sticky pussy juices coating his hand and his tongue ready to taste her. "D-Drew!" she gasped as his tongue replaced his fingers; she wasn’t expecting that, caught unprepared and left to tremble in excitement as he probed into her, letting his most forceful and most demanding of desires.
"Just relax," he told her, licking again, his tongue seeking out her satisfaction now with a determined, insistent greed that left her with less steadiness or sense about what was happening. Palmon didn't know how to answer to the pressures he lad upon her, the desires and insistences of feelings that made this all pull her into deeper confusion. His tongue was ready to explore her, lapping at her slick mound, rubbing and prodding at her while he sorted out the best way to approach eating her out. The taste of her pussy had a fruity edge to it, something distantly enticing and captivating to want to give in to. "I want you to feel good."
And it did. Palmon's body radiated with the continued lingering of a lust she was no closer to sorting out her thoughts on, falling into a hazier surrender while Drew's every touch urged her down lower. Ecstatic, erratic delights pulsed across her while she sank lower, feeling herself grow more appreciative and frustrated under the weight of everything he was capable of doing to her, the drowning obsession and the satisfaction of having to want to give in deeper. Drew's touch continued to not only soothe the lust inside of her, but to soothe her worries. He was her friend, and her trust for him remained firm while he continued his reckless oral attention. There was no way for her to ignore these possibilities, no way to fight him off. She felt wonderful, a peaceful and safe presence slipping into intoxicating warmth while his every motion wore her down harder, teased her into surrender.
Drew wore down her thoughts more with each push, focusing on forcing her to fall deeper into the confusion of his touch, making it hard for Palmon to critically process everything happening within her, but every push forward ensured she was losing herself deeper and deeper, faltering under the warmth and the confusion of a mad heat she felt powerless to understand. There felt like no escape from the growing embarrassment here, from feelings of desire and frustration demanding her hotter acceptance. Palmon wouldn't be able to keep her head on straight with all this attention sweeping across her, the escalation and the greed that forced her to fall deeper into ruin. He was in control of all of it, the haze upon her forcing her thoughts to struggle harder, making he body surrender with rolls of her hips to everything he did to her. It felt almost trivial to wind her up for this pleasure, to make her slip into the shame and the frustration of losing her mind.
A virus inside of Palmon left her docile, implanting false senses of security and pulsing wild bursts of lust across her with focused intent to make her slide deeper. Even the sense that she was off and weird was slipping away now, leaving Palmon unable to even worry about what she was feeling. It was all just too good for her to doubt or question it. There was only the sublime relief of giving in, attentions and adorations making her sink deeper, making her head spin harder in throbbing excitement.
"So good," Palmon whined, moans starting to slip from her lips now while his tongue probed into her, fingers working with his mouth to adore her in too many ways and with too much pressure. She felt herself slipping, unable to grasp the finer points of this shame and spectacle, but she understood it to be precisely what her body needed, cravings and desires all igniting the flares of pure excitement through her body, the passion and the hunger of giving in completely. Her limbs trembled, her diminutive frame shuddering through all this attention in growing excitement. Palmon knew what her body was capable of, knew what an orgasm felt like, and knew she was on a crash course into one, left to appreciate every baffling step of the way into this bliss. She couldn’t' help herself, moaning louder, bucking hotter, giving in to the outrageous collapse into crumbling lust that tore her to pieces.
Palmon came hard, calling Drew's name as her arms reached out, turning to vines that gripped the bedposts for stability while she rocked back and forth against his lips, grinding up on his face in a fit of wild ecstasy. He continued to lick through all of it, unperturbed by her vocal vigor and by the sweeping chaos behind all her motions. Palmon was focused almost to the point of madness on giving up to this all, falling into dizzy ecstasy and spectacle while everything tore her to pieces, and she knew it to all be precisely what her body needed. Worry melted out of her, a crazed and hopeless bliss locked in by her climax. Pleasure reinforced pleasure, and she was all the weaker to his suggestions now thanks to the way all these ecstasies buried the truth in her mind. She was just happy to be there, to be with him.
Her friend. Drew.
Grabbing hold of her body and lifting her from the mattress, Drew dragged Palmon into his lap as he sat back, her light body almost effortless to pick up and bring in to place. His hands had been busy without her knowing, and she found herself braced up against the tip of his big dick, letting out a gasp of pure elation at his size while he lined up. "Drew, are we going to have sex?" she asked, head spinning harder in excitement.
"We are. Do you want to?"
"Yes!"
Palmon's enthusiasm was synthetic, but it didn't need to be anything else. Her body wriggled for his touch, and as he pulled her down onto his dick, impaling her with a swift stroke and coaxing an even louder burst of noise from her. Palmon's body shivered in pure excitement, the throbbing elation and the hunger of feelings ripping madly across her now, the fullest expression of a deep, indulgent lust to keep pursuing more of, pushing for all of the maddening excitement of letting go. "Woah!" she gasped. "Big!"
"Big," Drew repeated, a growing smile rising across his lips as he bounced her on his dick, delighting in stuffing every inch of his shaft right into Palmon with a thrilling, wicked attention, the eagerness of everything pushing him to want to make her melt for his touch in hazy surrender, the creamy delirium and need of giving in to his tireless attention. "Does it feel good, Palmon?"
"It feels great." Palmon's body shuddered with unrelenting excitement under this, the heated desire bringing her something that left her joyful and hopeless, begging for the attention wearing her down, crushing desires and delights making her feel better by the second, sliding into the burning excitement to keep her needing more and more of these attentions, the crushing hunger that had her craving these desires in full. Every roll of her hips offered Palmon the chance to fall to pieces, crushed under the weight of a senseless, mad sort of hunger, the greedy fever that kept her loving everything upon her.
Leaned back to brace in his hands, Palmon relaxed into the calm of his hands guiding her to bounce in bucking panic atop her, the feverish excitement and elation of moving up and down in wild excitement, thrilled by the delight and the heat kept her in a wild excitement, the pleasure wild and maddening, passionate and chaotic under, giving in to the pure desire and the heat to keep wanting more of this, indulging in the chaos and the hunger too passionate for sense. These burning, dizzying excitements built with a throbbing heat too wild to ignore, the passion and the hunger to keep pursuing, giving in to the pure excitement of giving in. These hotter passions hit her so hard, and all she could do was roll with his aggressions, bounced atop his lap in proud elation.
Everything about this treatment had Palmon spiraling into greed and euphoria, giving in without a shred of care to the exhausting delights of letting go, finding herself caught up in this storm of greed with almost impossibly hot delights. Everything enticed her to crave more, giving in deeper. It was such a dizzying mess of sensations to want to give in to, and Palmon reacted to all of it with an enticed burn of pure hunger, rocking against the hands and letting the indulgence rip her to pieces. "Don't stop," she gasped, filled with cock, trembling under the excitement of letting it take her, ripped to pieces by enticing throbs of pure madness. She felt so good, trapped under the exhaustion and the panic of all these wild satisfactions ,delighted a bit beyond reason by all of it but feeling so good in the process. Everything focused her toward the same ideas, toward crushing lusts and desires and greedy joys blissful in their possibilities. This all fed something destructive and callous, but something so beautiful that she couldn't make it stop.
Didn't want to make it stop.
Drew's cock filled her so much, testing her inner walls with an insistence and a pressure that kept Palmon burning forward with wild noise and excitement, gleefully surrendering bit by bit to the crushing euphoria that continued to rip her to pieces. There felt like so much in the way of throbbing excitement here. Palmon had never felt so good before, the crushing elation making her feel dizzier joy, blissful and overwhelmed, falling into the throes of crushing delight while the thick cock had made a wreck of her. There was no escaping these satisfactions, and she continued to sink into the crushing, burning joy, the bliss ripping across her, tending to the crushing euphoria and the hunger of something she gave in to with ravenous delight. It was all simply too much, desire pushing her into a place she could make no sense of, finding herself lost in this all with less and less reason, the unstoppable and the sense in this chaos, the burning worries and hungers to keep wanting more of. The pleasure drove her crazy with passion, and she fell happily into this hopeless, aching greed, into the delight of letting fucking go.
To keep fucking Palmon pushed Drew on; he was close to his goal, seeing the pleasure overwhelm her while her face lit up with incredible passion, the burning fever and the hunger to keep her giving in without sense, the deepening chaos to keep falling into this with less and less sense, the unreal insanity and chaotic indulgence to lose herself to. Continuing to fall into this and losing herself to this mindless passion, she continued only to let herself give in deeper, melting in the throes of a hunger beyond reason, the chaos and the warmth she wanted more and ore of. Drew had schemed for so long to get her here, to pin her down under the crushing euphoria of giving in to them all, the throbbing indulgence and the hunger leaving her to have to give in, falling into the beautiful throes of a hunger beyond sense. She loved all of it, giving in to the unruly heat and the greed of losing herself. Uncontrollable heat and hunger ripped across her, an invitation into the desire keeping her giving in now.
"I'm going to cum inside," he promised, throwing himself into this feverish delight, the hungry and wicked delight keeping up the most outrageous of hungers, passion and excitement and desire as he shoved forward and let loose his load. Relief surged across his body, the thrill of making Palmon his own, claiming her deep within with his seed. The pleasure certainly got the better of her, too, amid the waves of crashing excitement and elation. Palmon went along for the ride, down into crashing insanity and feeling the orgasm rip her to pieces, gasping bursts of a shrieking obsession that ripped her easily apart. So much wild pleasure ripped through her, the crushing delight and excitement of just giving up completely, giving in noisily and hopeless to this.
It was a mind-melting amount of pleasure, overwhelming and excessive under the heat of these shaky worries. She felt tired and frustrated under all of this, throbbing chaos and panic wearing her down with an unrelenting swell of pure frustration. It was such a desperate wreck of confusion and worry taking her now. The virus infecting her data made her orgasm all the more intense, making her moan out louder for his cum as it pumped into her, as her body shook through the overbearing realization that she felt good in ways she had no idea how to manage. It was all so intoxicating, sweeping passion leaving her tired, shaky, frustrated, loving every second of this euphoria. Drew made her feel so good, and she had no idea how t understand anything but that.
The feelings of love and desire all spiraling through her triggered the Digivice, which had finished its hostile bonding to Palmon without her even realizing it. Digivolution hit with a sudden swell of bright light as Palmon pulled away form Drew, off of his cock, gleaming and changing in a burst of data and elation that didn't end until Palmon stood in front of Drew's bed now Lillymon. But not Lillymon as she'd ever been before. Not the svelte and perky Lillymon with a fairly flat chest and hips only granted the illusion of definition by her petal dress. This form of Lillymon was a voluptuous, stacked woman built for something very different, with plump breasts, breedably wide hips, thick thighs, a slim waist, and a round ass. her new proportions strained her petal dress far more, with its own size not changing to better accommodate her new body, but Palmon didn't have time to worry about her dress.
"Mm, you fucked me so hard I Digivolved!" she giggled, swaying her hips and grabbing at her dress. "I think you deserve a little show for that." Lillymon was completely focused now on Drew and on the pleasure he gave her, and began a striptease in light of that, peeling the pink dress up to reveal more bare thigh and swaying her hips. That her body's dimensions had so fundamentally changed to open her up did nothing to hamper her movements or make her clumsier; she moved with precision and pride through the swaying delight now of showing off to him, making a flirty spectacle of all of her desires while he relaxed back on his bed to watch it all happen.
Her body moved with sultry grace, the delight and excitement of over the top gestures wasting no time in flaunting for Drew all the ways in which she could move for him. She was insistent, hungry, driven by indulgence and by greed without a lot of sense or hesitation, wanting to make something of the pleasures escalating within her so hotly, their potent demands leaving her throbbing with desire and excitement. "Just keep your eyes on me," said Lillymon, letting herself get comfortable with him, all worries simply emptied out of her head while she swayed through the beautiful urgency of letting go. Her eyes were set on drew, mind slipping away, any concern over being here or where Mimi was simply absent from her while she eased herself out of her dress in teasing fashion, letting him marvel at her body and letting him have flaunted for him the sight of her even more luscious body.
Even that she was stacked didn't seem to register for her; changes came over her body that she ignored even while flaunting all of them, delighting in letting Drew see all of it. He looked at her with such appreciative longing, making her feel desired, making her feel adored, making Lillymon sink into the joy and the warmth of being able to entice him deep into obsession. She didn't hesitate to hold him captivated, making a show of her desires and her delights while falling into deeper insanity. His cock was hard, waiting for more, still begging for her, and as Lillymon finally tugged her dress up and cast it aside, she decided the best thing to do was throw herself back at his cock and resume her adoration of it.
"Do you like how big my boobs are?" she asked while shoving them into his face, bucking up against his body and bringing her slick mound up against his girthy cock. A properly humanoid form and some wide hips helped make it all feel a bit more normal to have writhing in his lap compared to Palmon, and Drew didn't hesitate to begin groping her curves with far more intensity and delight than he'd shown her body as Palmon, not out of favoritism, but out of a sheer excitement. The virus worked perfectly at changing her proportions and at turning her into a morel lustful beast of a woman, and now he got to suck on her perky, pink nipples while throwing himself harder into the deep end. No restraint necessary, only the uncontrollable heat and the fever of giving in deeper, letting the pleasure push him to the burning attentions, to the greedy desire to want to need more of. The pleasure here was unreal, the bucking passion to keep needing to embrace.
Rubbing her dripping pussy up against his cock and letting herself writhe into these throbbing passions, Lillymon continued to press into him with unreal desire, the delighted hunger and the wicked passion too wild to really ignore. There was too much excitement to be found in all of this commotion, a chance to give in and earnestly lose control as she rubbed up against him, laughing her way into delirium and frustration. Everything felt so good, the invitation into lust she could take charge in offering him, and all Lillymon had to do was adore Drew's cock in thanks.
Thanks for what? Didn't matter.
"I love them," he said, voice muffled by the pressures upon him and an overwhelming certainty that he could continue to lose himself. Moaning while he sucked on her perky nipples and reveled in the new softness of her body, everything felt so enticing and so perfect. He couldn't get enough of her gorgeous body, the persistence and the pressure of a touch making him want to hold her down and fuck her absolutely stupid. He held back, but only for the precaution that he wanted to see how well the changes took.
Pulling back with a burst of excitement, Lillymon threw herself hastily down into getting her tits around his cock, leaning forward and embracing him in the pillowy embrace of her plump plant titties. "Just lie back for me, Drew! I've wanted to do this for you for as long as I've known you. You're so amazing."
"And we've known each other a long time, right?" he asked with growing excitement.
Nodding hastily along with the lie, Lillymon sank down and started to work her pale pink breasts along his cock, jerking hastily along him and giving herself up to the hasty excitement and passion of trying to give him everything he could have wanted, the hopeful indulgence and excitement of cravings that left no room now for her control. Lillymon understood only the need to give him what he wanted, bobbing up and down atop his cock with her body, offering him a titfuck that she could be proud of. He wanted her so badly, and there was nothing that could be done to resist these outrageous excitements now. it felt too good, the burning desire and excitement to keep wanting more and more of. Lillymon was unaware of just how compromised her thoughts were, how out of it she truly was, but the warmth of Drew's throbbing cock in her cleavage helped allay those fears and bury her deeper still into the passion of losing all control, needing only to accept that this was the key to losing herself.
A bubbly eagerness propelled her body kept her moving with reckless excitement, a delighted greed making the most of these simple warmths. There felt like no restraint in this, an almost freeing excitement propelling Lillymon forward in dizzier greed, warming up for the passion and the euphoria of these desires, elated by just how ready she was to melt for him. She couldn't keep it together, melting into the steady excitement of letting it all loose, embracing the hunger upon her without any real idea how to slow down her thoughts. She needed more of this, paying back his loving attention to her body and accepting the sweeping greeds that drove her mad. She needed all of it, falling into madder delight while he surrendered to her, every aching pulse of pure craving leaving nothing in its wake. A powerful pull toward this drove her crazy, overwhelming anything inside of Lillymon that could have understood. She just acted on impulse.
Impulses that kept Drew groaning in delight, relaxed back to receive all of this. "That's perfect," he groaned, allowing the pleasure to wash over him. This was all going perfectly, better than he could have planned, and he welcomed her urgency. She loved him so much, doting on him with an outrageous push toward obsession and hunger, the desires that he was able to reap every benefit of these intense and maddening ecstasies. There was no reason to be slow, no reason for patience. With every push forward, he felt better and better about the inevitable warmth taking him deeper. There felt like only the obsessive and deranged delight of losing himself, uncontrollable greeds carrying him to keep loving how far he could push this and what delights awaited him as he embraced the persistence behind this hunger. Lillymon wanted to make him feel good because he wanted her to feel that way, and now he could delight in relaxing back and allowing her every push into that madness.
Blissfully, dreamily addicted only to giving in to his every desire, Lillymon pulled her chest back and took his cock into her mouth next, moaning her way down in hastily slurping on his shaft, her mouth opening wide to accept his dick and embracing the sheer insanity compelling her deeper. Something beautiful awaited her here in the throes of this madness, the simplicity and the fever of just letting her mouth be used to adore his cock and embracing the simplicity that it offered her. Loving how good she could make him feel, all she wanted was to continue falling victim to these lusts, the desires all compelling her forward, making her body ache with shuddering relief and delight as she submitted herself to the enthralling and obsessive bliss of losing all control, giving in to dire and dramatic warmths that tore her focus asunder.
To moan around his cock was to revel in the senseless satisfaction that invited Lillymon to let it all go. Her thoughts shook under these fascinating delights, feelings of warmth and gooey greed making her feel better and happier, inviting her to keep wanting to let it all ruin her thoughts. She needed more of him, needed all of him, and as his dick throbbed harder in her mouth than it had in her cleavage, she felt like she was close to getting him to come undone in her mouth. His cum was her goal now, and as his delicious cock ached harder, she found herself excited by the prospect of just how good it was sure to feel when she finally submitted to all of that and allowed herself to give in. Slurping noises filled the air amid Drew's groans, Lillymon's new curves dedicated solely to his service in a show of absolute fascination and obsession, a need to let these cravings and these desires overwhelm her completely. It felt too good for her to want to do anything else.
"I'm cumming, Palmon," he groaned, hips bucking forward, body aching in pure relief as he let it all go. He embraced the temptations upon him and came deep in her mouth, firing off the molten bursts of gooey excitement and vigor making a sloppy mess of her. Lillymon took it all on, eyes shutting tight as she held strong for his every drop, moaning around his dick and guzzling down every drop of his seed she could, shoved forward in the throes of wild satisfaction. The pleasure here was unreal, an outrageous swell of shaky excitement and warmth to let take him deep. There was something electric and insane about giving up to all of this, the enticing swell of desire dizzy and hungry and overbearing. Lillymon moaned around Drew's cock through all that molten excitement, the swelling passion and delight of something leaving her falling hotter into complete madness.
Drawing back and scooping some cum that trickled from the corner of her mouth, Lillymon looked at Drew with new eyes, consumed by delirious lust and dizzily committed to only letting herself fall apart. Turning around and sticking her newly round and plump ass up in the air, Lillymon wiggled her hips. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, legs spread out, back arched in a way that flaunted not only her big ass but also her dripping, pink cunt, the arousal of her dripping nectar as blatant as it had been yet. She was hopeless, hungry, committed to the fullest expression of total fucking madness as she offered herself now up for all of this.
"I love what I see," Drew responded, pushing forward and giving her ass a big, hard smack. She yelped out in surprise, body shuddering through these excitable pulses of pure joy, the warming bliss of having to give in to this. He gave her ass another smack, then a firm grope, kneading her cheeks, reveling in her body's desire and in the needs for her thoughts to unravel. He continued to smack across her ass, starting up without hesitation and only growing bold as Lillymon proved herself too fixated on him now to do anything else. He needed her to be oversexed, to be so horny and so coy in her submission to him that she would do nothing but serve him completely. It was a pleasure he needed to commit to, pushing for these greedy spectacles. He was so dominant, so forceful, and all Lillymon wanted under his touch was to melt into dizzy ecstasy, caught up in such a dizzying excitement.
It didn't hurt; he wasn't harsh enough for that, but was firm enough to make her giggle and shiver in hotter elation, giving up to noisy bliss while he continued his appreciation of her body, pushing her to give in noisier and hotter to all these emboldening warmths, finding herself trapped now in the impossible delight and the ecstasy of such insatiable desires. This was a chance to push her limits, to make her have to give up utterly. Hunched over to present for him still, Lillymon reveled in each callous strike across her ass, a mark of his dominance, an insistence that she received with earnest elation, letting the passion behind her excitement ring out with hotter confidence, a certainty that she was giving up everything to the right cause in letting him have her.
With an instant, aching need to throw himself into this, Drew slammed his cock into her from behind, seizing hold of her round hips and driving himself balls deep into Lillymon, wasting no time in going all out on using her as hard as he could. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he groaned.
"Thanks!" was the only coherent thing that came out of Lillymon's mouth amid the sloppy mess of excitements upon her, sweeping indulgence and heat building without much in the way of control now through her body. Her hips crashed back against Drew's with an earnest need to give in to all this chaos, losing control right away under the damning passion hitting her, the chaos that cut right to something intent on wearing her down and ruining her through and through.
With her more durable and sturdy frame in this Digivolved form, Lillymon was able to take it harder, and Drew happily provided, every slam pounding into her with a dizzying insistence that she struggled to hold it all together under, drowning in obsession and spectacle while he pounded with a careless delight deep into her tight hole, violating her without any hesitation. A good, deep, rough doggy style pounding meant to overwhelm her with the shaky ecstasy of giving so completely to his touch, allowing her thoughts to melt into confusion and obsession, swelling with unstoppable urgency now across her body. Everything he did was a push toward wild excitement, the passion and the vigor of deep strokes making a mess of her, the throb and embarrassment of hopeless lust keeping her giving in to this all.
Drew's steady attentions pushed him to adore her body, to let his every smack across her ass be something to admire and indulge in. His uncontrollable lusts propelled forward a senseless need for more, the cravings and the hungers that held him tight while he did everything in his power to make her melt for his touch. His control over her body now felt absolute, and all he had to do was ride out these shameless feelings, the bitter throb of excitement and euphoria carrying him forward, keeping him moving without hesitation or shame. He needed to stake his claim, to push harder upon her and let every motion of his bitter lusts speak for themselves in how intense he was and how reckless he could be. She was falling harder to pieces, melting for his desires and finding it impossible to hold it together. She was doomed, his plaything struggling to make any sense now of just how desperate she felt, and he remained in tight control of all of it while she let go.
Throwing back her hips and allowing the pleasure to dominate her every thought, dizzier warmth spread across Lillymon, the entrapping haze and the hunger of pleasures she felt herself ready to just let go of utterly. She was desperate for more of this, giving up noisier and fiercer under the weight of what he had in store for her, and all she needed to do was submit to it, bucking about in desperate lust and letting the greed rip her to pieces. She was desperate for this all, melting into gooey warmth and fascinated desperation, letting her thoughts fall apart and letting every craving inside of her beg her for deeper satisfaction. Moaning his name in a state of pure euphoria and hunger, she continued to give herself up to this all, embracing the idea that she simply had to keep falling, that embrace of these desires was worth everything.
"Don't stop," she moaned, shaking harder, melting into the obsession and the chaos of giving in. Lillymon's ready surrender felt so simple, the pleasures urging her to want to give in harder, crumbling desires leaving her in a place of pure warmth and chaos now, the frustrations she was determined to give in to fully, a passionate greed she was desperate to want more and more of. There felt like nothing but utter joy in all of this, the passion and the frustration of letting this all take her into deeper warmth. Her moans were noisier, throbbing in hotter desires, into the greedy joy of giving in fully, the passion and the frustration of giving up fully to this all, a tearing lust making her feel better and better about all of this. His thick cock filled her so well, stretching her inner walls, making her love every second of giving in so deep, the fullest expressions of throbbing lust keeping her needing more, thrown into the dizzier chaos she needed to lose her mind to.
Drew couldn’t hold himself back for long. The urgency behind his thrusts grew hotter, throbbing delights keeping him in action and driven by the burning excitement of senseless warmth, the passion to keep him urgent and sloppy in how hard he could wear her down. There felt like no restraint or control in his motions now, a persistence that didn’t leave any room for restraint or sense, the chaos to keep wanting to chase deeper. SO much felt so good about giving in, the compelling hunger rapturous and overbearing, and he was happy to keep it up, happy to fuck her into wild surrender while his every thrust carried him into dizzier excitement. Urgent, sloppy heat compelled him to keep fucking, thrusting away in throbs of pure greed, hotter excitement urging him to really commit to the idea of losing himself.
"I'm going to cum inside again," he said. An insistence, not a question, and the desperate moans of surging delight spilled from Lillymon as the thought of his big dick erupting in her again made her squeeze down around his shaft in hopeless delight. The elation of letting go continued to drive her crazy with warmth and with want, an excitement too good for her to resist, reckless in all directions and inviting her to surrender completely. So much took her to the limit, depths of inescapable warmth she felt herself ready to submit to completely. It was too good, all ripping her apart, all inviting her to let go. he hadn't even cummed yet, but the surge of pure exhilaration left her ready for the passion of giving up to that. There felt like nothing but sublime passion and bliss in giving up to this all now, the hunger and the frustration that became too much for her.
Then Drew came, and everything felt even more intense. Her infected body surrendered with throbs of surging, thrilling excitement, screams of a passion mad and ecstatic as she fell apart for his touch in full, giving up to the idea that this was all she really wanted and that she couldn't hold it together a moment longer. She came hard, a screaming mess committing herself to this bliss, passionate and frustrating as Drew's cock erupted into her. She couldn't contain the thrashing, shivering heat, moans and excitements all spilling clumsily from her lips while she fell victim to sweet thrill of release and relief. Lillymon didn't make any effort to hold herself together while spiraling now into total ruin, a maddening passion and a hunger she felt fully committed to embracing, mad and panicked and hopelessly thrown into pure insanity as she clung now to him for support and steadiness.
Pleasure shuddered impatiently across Drew's body, but he was nowhere near done with Lillymon yet, holding onto her tight as he pushed her up against the wall, off of the bed and leaving her stabling to her knees to handle the harshness and insistence behind his attention. She was just pushed up against it and slammed into, fucked with renewed insanity and intensity now as Drew wound up for even more greedy attention.
"You are my partner Digimon," he said again, growling into her ear with a tense and harsh approach that made her shudder in complete frustration, the confused ache and worry of things that continued to break down her thoughts and rend her focus to pieces. "You are mine. Don't fight it. Accept it. Accept my love. That's what empowers you, right? Love. And who loves you more than I do?"
The shaky thrills and throbs across Lillymon's body left her powerless, a spectacularly hopeless mess drowning in total ruin while her body ached for more of what he offered her. The insistence of his hot touch left her stumped, unable to process the delights and the passions ripping through her, but she was happy to let it all consume her nonetheless. She wanted to resist, wanted to proclaim that Mimi was her partner, that she loved Mimi, that love wasn't only sex and romance, that she couldn't do this. Instead, she screams out in molten ecstasy, throbbing under the insistence of relentless slams making a mess of her, turned into a needy slut for the thick cock ruining her. She fell apart at the seams, unable to articulate her objections and finding herself slipping into the impossible shame of giving up deeper, electric chaos and urgency making her feel worse about just how fast she was giving in and knowing she could do nothing to stop it.
Not fighting it was basically accepting it, but under this mad panic came certainty and relief, Lillymon's thoughts spiraling into confusion and chaos while she continued to receive every deep and stubborn slam into her hole. She felt it draining her, felt powerless under the insistence and stormy hunger making a wreck of her. She didn't have it in her to stop any of this, the crumbling of her thoughts while the thick cock made quick work of her thoughts. So much wore her down so quickly, the exhausting urgency and passion of excitements she was happy to give in to, voracious passion making her feel better and better about the sheer warmth building across her. She was desperate for more of these mad pleasures, an impassioned greed making her feel better and better about this rapid downfall. There was no escaping these brilliant flares of passion, the churning greed and excitement of something straightforward and meant to ruin her.
"Say it," Drew groaned, pinning her tighter to the wall. "Say we're partners, Lillymon. Say you love me. You do love me, don't you?"
"Of course I love you!" gasped Lillymon, falling into the head games so easily. "We're partners. I'm bound to you a-and only you!" Lillymon couldn't even remember properly what the name of the girl she was supposed to be partnered with was. Momo? Marnie? It didn't matter. "We're destined to be together, for life, for ever." She loved Drew so much, and the crumbling into this chaos offered her a chance to fall deeper, melting into the wild surrender taking her, sweeps of an obsessive, shameful lust taking her. She came again, falling to pieces for Drew's big dick and letting herself fall to pieces, lost to the reality of sweet madness now, insanity and hunger and passion ripping her asunder with an outrageous greed to give up to. She loved every second of so completely letting go, and the pleasures compelled her into something truly remarkable.
Drew came in her again, feeling her body shudder against his demanding touch. His thick seed pumped her full, made her shiver in hotter excitement while the very simple lust within her became too much to handle. The emotional weight of pure ecstasy weighed harder over Lillymon, smothering and overbearing in the sheer shame taking her, in pressures and worries she was doomed to have to give in to. The unreal ecstasy behind these feelings provided her with an incredible burn of pure hunger, throbbing excitement and searing lust all guiding her into something she could do nothing to resist. It was too much pleasure an invitation to lose herself to mindless obsession while the thick cock claimed her fully, and she did nothing but accept all of it for the passion within.
Still not finished, Drew urged her onto the bed again, bringing her legs up and setting her thick thighs around his cock. She lay with her legs braced up against his chest while he started to fuck the soft, squishy thighs with reckless delight. "You're unstoppable!" gasped Lillymon, shocked by just how overbearing he continued to be, the unstoppable urgency insisting him into action and to keep moving, reckless and obsessed with the simple relief of making her fall to his whims. She lay there shaky and baffled, staring in fascination at the big cock rocking back and forth between her thighs, the shivers of pure warmth and elation making a grand mess of her thoughts.
Lillymon couldn’t help but writhe and shiver in hopeless delight as she stared at the big, hard cock pumping between her pale thighs. "It's so big," she whined. "Your cock is amazing! Even just feeling it..." From the position they were in, his cock rubbed against her mound, grinding on her pussy lips and teasing her clit with electric urgency amid each stroke forward. She felt desperate, frustrated, needing to sink into deeper lust while these feelings got the better of her, and all she had to do was let it happen, melting into his touch harder and learning the depths of sweet insanity madly ripping her apart. He wanted her so badly, and she felt herself desperately succumbing to the passion of giving in to all of it. She had to.
Drew's thrusts were hastily unstoppable, writhing in excitement against her soft skin, pushing with the insistence and the heat that made her head spin harder. This was all such a dizzy, creamy bliss to have to give in to, tiring excitement and passion making Lillymon feel the burn of needier hunger. She wanted to get fucked again, his cum leaking out of her and smearing all around her mound while he used her. There was little but pure elation in all of this, the passionate heat escalating without a care within her. She wanted to give in to it, the pleasure and the heat of giving in to all of it, the desires too wild for reason. Unstoppable pleasure carried her to give in to the deepest of excitements. She wanted so many things that all demanded her obedience, and sank into shakier relief and hunger as the desire dragged her lower.
Touching herself all over, Lillymon let even caresses along her breasts igniting her with remarkable pleasure. She had no idea how to mange her own downslide, a demise making her feel hotter and hungrier while she accepted the idea of letting it all go. There felt like something here that she couldn't do anything but give up to, conquered by fascination and frustration, confused without any good way to steer herself back toward sense. She groped her tits and reveled in the fascination of how intensely she was turned on, awestruck by Drew's big cock sliding between her thighs, an up-close view she could be inspired by. He pumped steadily away, using her thighs and grinding up on her body, pushing with a hungry desire that left her sliding into deeper worry. The panicked, hungry lusts that swept across her kept her elated, melting into the throb of satisfaction and hunger, fascinated in ways she could do nothing to make sense of, but every second of these dawning lusts kept her feeling great, slipping into better and better satisfaction without any direction or care.
"Will you fuck me again?" Lillymon asked, her body awash in delight, lips trembling. "My... My partner? My human?"
"Your only human."
"My only human." Lillymon couldn't contain it any longer; she burned with desire and with greed for his touch, and as he gave it to her, she fell apart, crumbling in ecstatic joy for the simplicity of how deep he was ready to take her now, a slide into pure euphoria and excitement, cravings and confusions getting to the core of something deep within her, the compromised shame of having to give in. Lillymon needed his cock much more than she needed to defend the grace of some girl whose name she couldn't even remember. There was simply nothing but pure bliss in all of this, passionate and unstoppable and pure in what it did to her. There felt like so much grand insanity in these feelings, desires and frustrations and a potent chaos to have to embrace while her thoughts fell so beautifully to pieces. Lillymon couldn't make sense of all of it, but she understood the need within her to just crumble for him.
Drew smiled and happily pulled back, bringing her legs down and slipping his cock into Lillymon's ripe, still-needy hole, resuming things and fucking her again. The virus turned her into an insatiable sex machine, the kind of woman who would be horny and ravenous and eager to tend to Drew's every last need, and she proved it now her steady slide downward, a shaky burst of lust and excitement chaotically ripping across her. She was happy for all of it, melting now into euphoria and urgency while his thick cock got to work at the greedy excitements awaiting her. She was doomed to give in to all of it, crumbling for his touch while he fucked into her, letting his every deep insistence prove more and more intoxicating.
He went for her lips this time, holding onto her firm and pressing kisses upon her that Lillymon was all too eager to meet, melting for his touch while he worked with unstoppable desire to make her crumble. Lillymon's greedy pussy squeezed happily down around the thick cock inside of her, the brilliant glee keeping her craving more, rolling against his thrusts with bucking fever, a fanatical need only to let him take her deeper. She was in such a hopeless wreck of a situation, the ruinous excitement of pleasures she was determined to see through while he fucked into her steadier.
"I love you," Drew groaned into the kiss, and Lillymon was happy to flutter back her agreement, sliding into dizzier elation while he worked to give her something too senseless and too exciting to process. It all felt too good, an invitation into passion and into confusion that made Lillymon have to surrender to the idea of letting it all out.
Bucking against his body and giving in to the hopeless warmth and the greed of letting go of herself, Lillymon let her thoughts crumble, the breakdown of all thoughts and sense while she received another round of Drew's cock fucking her into submission. The glorious madness of giving in to these desires continued to drag Lillymon deeper into obsession, fascinated by the simple joys ripping her apart, by the idea of pure excitement and molten heat ripping her apart in the name of losing herself. Uncontrollable, senseless, unable to make sense of it all. His cock quelled her shames, a burst of hastening excitement inviting her to fall completely apart, relishing in the passion and the fever of fanatical joy, the utter bliss that didn't leave her any room to make sense of it all.
But she loved it! Craving the hotter excitement ripping across her, Lillymon held tightly onto Drew, holding his body firm while his fingers danced across her skin. The urgency behind his every kiss and his every ache was something so indulgent and sweet that she found herself trapped in the utter simplicity of losing herself, letting go of any sense of hesitation while he made a mess of her. She loved all of it so much, and Drew's attention drowned her in pure elation, the warming lust and the passion she continued to savour. It felt too good for her to resist, her hips bucking up to meet his cock, her body succumbing to temptation and wild satisfaction while her thoughts spun out of control, the molten passion of giving in deepening her appreciation for this simple insanity. She needed it so fucking badly, drowning under the passion behind it all.
Drew fucked her with the continued desperation and aching warmth of a madman. He savoured her total surrender to his touch, finding it impossible to resist the ideas all taking hold of him and the passion urging him to let it all go. Lillymon’s total surrender to his dominance left him happier and happier, urged by the heat and the passion getting the better of him, intoxicating warmth compelling him to keep loving all of this. He didn't hold back anything, throwing his most overbearing delights right into the throes of chaos while he fucked her. No hesitation, no restraint, just the pure delight of uncontrollable pleasure. She was his, completely subservient to every push forward of his big dick, and all he had to do was keep persisting in making her surrender to him, her thoughts crumbling for the insanity getting the better of her.
He watched her crumble for him, watched her breakdown show off a more bold and shameful panic with each second ticking madly away. Powerless to stop this and happy to be so unrepentantly violated, Lillymon called out for him, legs around his waist, arms embracing his chest. The pleasure was too much, an overbearing rush of intoxicating euphoria and passion. There was too much here that all felt too good, ravenous and intoxicating greed keeping her having to give in deeper, dramatic passion ripping her thoughts apart and inviting her to surrender her mind and her body in full to these brilliant passions. She needed more,. finding herself powerless to understand the simple greed and fanatical warmth of giving in, letting go of all control and loving the idea that her downfall was so absolute. She needed all of it, impossible delights pushing her to embrace satisfaction and obsession without a shred of insight or normalcy. It all simply felt so fucking good, and she was eager to come along for the ride, to melt into this while he fucked her harder, deeper, unraveled her without hesitation.
"Cum in me again," pleaded Lillymon. "Keep cumming in me. I'm addicted." Her body shook with the unreal elation and excitement of giving in to this all, finding herself trapped in the impossible satisfaction of letting go, embracing these unrelenting warmths and knowing she had no idea how to hold it all together. He collapse into this lust kept her falling into hotter fascination, loving the passion and the elation of how hard he could use her, the utterly thorough madness of how he took her. She needed more of it, embracing these wild and deranged joys while he fucked her, each moment of passion and obsession leaving her drained, drunk on the joys upon her and happy to continue falling into the throes of madness, obsessive to the point of utter derangement and chaos.
Drew filled her up once more, the gooey bliss driving her crazy, pushing her to hotter ecstasy and the depths of pure insanity, smouldering and fanatical while she fell so beautifully to pieces for this warmth. She took all of this heat upon herself, allowing the molten acceptance and bliss to take her, to ruin her. The virus ravaged her mind and her body so utterly that only a plaything was left. She loved it all, orgasmic joy leaving her to unravel for him, to understand the brilliance of being his. Lillymon called out his nae, accepting the brilliance of giving in to his touch while he pumped her full to the brim with his seed, the overbearing and intoxicating buzz of giving in completely.
"I'm your partner," Lillymon moaned, nodding along. "I love you."
"I love you too," he told her, continued to adore her with kisses and savouring how deeply, hopelessly lost she was to his touch and the enduring joy of giving up. She was doomed, powerless, but she was happier now than she had ever been.
He made sure of it.
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If there were any lingering memories or thoughts of Mimi inside of her after the first night, they were gone now. Weeks had passed, and all Palmon had done was engage in sloppy, non-stop sex with her man. Being Drew's partner Digimon mostly entailed spending long hours in his bed getting fucked, something that in the forms of both Palmon and Lillymon, she loved so much, the endless depravity and gooey fanaticism of decadence ripping through her. She was tireless in her pursuit of it, loving it every way she could get it, every position and every act feeling so gratifying to let take her. She was utterly powerless against all the passionate delights, lusts keeping her loving life and giving in to this all, hopelessly loving everything that it offered her.
Every day was a pure delight, the spectacular reality of sweet bliss that kept her loving life and giving in fully to these sweet insanities. The depraved glee she offered was something far beyond reason, so senseless and inviting to give in to, and all she needed to do was roll with it, falling into the throes of a hotter, obsessive need for pleasure. Pure need carried her into compelling madness. All thanks to Drew.
Bouncing on his cock, she clung to him tight as Palmon, panting and shaking through the beautiful urgency of uncontrollable bliss, her face twisted in fanatical joy while she rode him cowgirl style. His cock was her drug now, her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open, her body sweetly weak under the satisfaction of losing all control now to this burning brilliance. She loved every second of this, no longer simply 'giving in' to his touch but now committed wholly to losing herself to it. It took over her life, became her life, and she loved it that way, close now to the man she loved, unstoppably committed to the warmth and adoration of being with him and loving him. Palmon loved Drew and she loved being with him every second she could, like a good partner Digimon.
Like a good girlfriend.
"I need your cum," she whined, body shuddering and heaving through another burst of sweet insanity, madness sweeping across her as she let go of all sense, cumming her brains out for him as he held her down on his lap and pulled her into messy kisses, the heated joy of their love, signs of how fully they were lost to one another's touch. Palmon never suspected anything. She wasn't really allowed to. Her mind simply left no room for the kind of paranoia or judgment that could pull her from the burning truth and euphoria of so completely submitting to the commitment, to his touch, to the inescapable joy of his warmth and his love.
Mimi was a distant artifact of a past Palmon forgot entirely, because she only needed to know life with Drew. She knew Drew. She always knew Drew. Now, she loved Drew, and there didn't need to be anything or anyone else.