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ADAMAS Agent Yuki Kanon watched as the ruins of the ocean village passed out of sight, replaced by the endless blue of oceanic abyss. She wasn’t sure how to feel about their mission there, if they had seen what Junomon had wanted them to see. The dangers presented by the Titans were already clear, but… Divermon had showed them things weren’t so clear cut. Why were the Titans and the rest of Iliad at war? Would their conflict really lead to the Shinjuku Inferno? What role did Junomon have in mind for Aegiomon to play? It was all beginning to feel a bit above her pay grade.
“Oh! There you are Agent.”
Yuki looked over her shoulder as Inori Misono appeared through the door. The school girl smiled at her, holding her wrist behind her back. Inori tried to hide how tired she was, but Yuki could see it in her eyes.
“Here I am.”
Inori stood beside her, joining Yuki in gazing out at the ocean. They stood together quietly, watching the sunlight sparkle wonderfully across the calm ocean surface. Inori’s posture eased.
“Aegiomon is really tuckered out,” she offered. “He’s sleeping in one of the cabins.”
“How enviable. The little guy deserves it, Sharkmon and the Titans were no joke.”
“I know. I wish I could fall asleep so easily.”
“You should take a rest while you can Inori, we don’t know whats waiting for us when we get back to Guardian Palace. I wouldn’t be surprise if Junomon had a whole honey-do list.”
“I know but… I’m finding it hard to relax. We’re in this strange new world and there’s so much to see. There’s so much going on and I’m just trying to process it all.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“Well like… people aren’t just good and evil right? Divermon and Shellmon… They proved that its not all so clear cut.”
“It certainly complicates the mission.”
“Exactly. And how did this world and phase electron lifeforms even come to exist? What decides if they’re shaped like humans or like trains or like fish or dinosaurs? How… they seem to come from eggs right? But if there are human looking digimon like Merukimon or… or… Angemon! Then do they… how do the eggs get there?”
Yuki holds back a chuckle as Inori gets more animated. She’d wondered the same things herself, and tried to find those answers to the best of her ability talking to her own partners. Yuki was glad to see however that she wasn’t alone.
“For sure. What does an electric lifeform need with washboard abs?”
“Right!?”
“Makes one wonder whats beneath that loin cloth.”
“W-what!?” Inori startled, casting her shock at Yuki.
“I mean, when Angemon was Patamon, he was like… a little winged… dachshund. But rounder. Then in a flash, lean muscle. Tall too. Gorgeous flowing hair. It’s a lot to take in. Sometimes you’ve got to entertain those kinds of questions though.”
“Y-you do?”
“Of course. Humans are curious creatures,” Yuki said with a wink that made Inori flush. “Who wouldn’t want to know if he’s an Angemon or an Angeman? He was a good sport about it too.”
“You asked Agent?!”
“What can I say,” the Agent grinned. “If I don’t ask now, then I may never get the chance right? An Agent has to have all the facts.” Inori covered her mouth with her hands, trying to hide the rosey warmth creeping up her face. “Besides, we’ve been through some harrowing events. You gotta be willing to break the tension somehow.”
“T-the tension?”
“Yeah. The feeling in your shoulders that wont let you releax. The sense that there’s danger all around even though there’s nothing around the corner but shadows. You can’t be vigilant all the time, otherwise you’re go crazy.”
“Oh.” Inori’s whispered quietly. The wheels turned in her mind. The Agent had been sleeping in her attic for some time now, at least, when they were on Earth. Did that mean she was… fact finding this entire time? Visions came unbidden to her mind. Of Angemon’s rippled abs. LadyDevimon’s sinfully spellbinding leather clad body. But… most digimon weren’t human shaped. Yuki seemed to prefer partners who were at the very least part machine, or part dragon.
“A-and you…” Inori couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence. She felt her temperature rising, a heat growing inside her. The Agent was unphased, a state she desperately wished to replicate and for a moment Inori thought maybe she was misunderstanding but the Agent turned and leaned against Locomon’s window. She had a knowing smirk on her face, and something else glimmered in her eyes. Inori felt like she was being stared down by a Garurumon that had cornered its prey.
Agent Yuki Kanon reached for her, pulling Inori’s hands from her cheeks. The Agent captured her chin and pulled her close. It felt like the Agent loomed over her. Yuki drew Inori’s face close to hers, close enough to feel her breath on her skin.
“And I, what Miss Misono?”
“R-relieved… your… tension?”
It came out as a whisper, but still she said it. Yuki adored that about Inori, she was steadfast even in uncertain moments. Maybe the Agent was taking it too far, she implied a little bit more than what was necessarily true. Yuki had come to delight in pushing Inori off kilter when she could but… interest and excitement had banished her tiredness for the moment. Replacing it with a yearning she was certain the Inori kept close to her chest.
Should she answer that yearning? Was Yuki crossing a line?
Did it matter, with the future weighing on their shoulders?
Yuki took Inori’s lips with hers. They were soft, her kiss delicate. Again and again Yuki took Inori’s lips until the girl mustered herself enough to kiss her back, pushing her slight frame against the Agent.
“Did that relieve your tension?” Yuki husked.
Inori shook her head.
“I’d like to, if you’d let me.” Yuki ran her thumb across Inori’s lips. “But if you want to find out about Angemon’s loi-”
“No!” Inori almost shouted, then drew back. Her cheeks burned red, but she didn’t turn away despite her over-eagerness. “No Agent, I… I’d rather let you.”
“Good girl,” Yuki cooed. The Agent ran her fingers through Inori’s hair, pulling the slight girl back into her kiss. Unsure of what to do with her hands, Inori placed them on Yuki’s denim clad thighs and surrendered to the rising bliss of Yuki’s kisses. The Agent had stolen her first kiss, cool as could be and now Inori felt as though her brain was fogging up, content to be touched as the Agent decided.
With her free hand Yuki unbuttoned Inori’s blazer, and rested her hand on the girl’s hip.
“Take it off.”
The command ran electric through Inori, and she complied eagerly, shaking it loose until it fell into a pile on the floor. She was too eager to receive more of the Agent’s kisses. Yuki held her back though.
“Have you ever explored yourself, Inori? Or maybe you and Hiroko have played some explorative games?”
“L-like what, Agent?”
“Like… Hmm. Well, I suppose if you had you’d understand what I’m getting at. At any rate,” The agent shrugged. “Just follow my lead.”
Yuki moved behind Inori, directing the girl to look out the window over the vast blue ocean. Their reflections shone faintly in Locomon’s glass, so Inori watched as Yuki’s arms encircled her. A hug, she supposed. The agent ran her hands over her stomach, leaned over her shoulder to plant a kiss on her cheek.
It was nice. Warm.
Then the Agent nipped at her ear lobe, and Inori squeaked. Undeterred, the Agent kissed her ear again, as her right hand stroked her tummy through the fabric of her shirt as it rose up her body. The agent’s breath was hot on her ear, and Inori’s breath hitched as Yuki took one of her breasts in hand, giving it a playful squeeze.
“So soft,” she husked in Inori’s ear. Yuki felt the fabric of the younger girl’s bra beneath the shirt, a fabric far too sheer to dull to sensation of Yuki’s fingers on her skin. “Do you like that?”
“Y-yes Agent,” Inori whispered. Tension mounted in her nethers, a willful knot that demanded attention. Her excitement leaked from between her lips into her panties.
“Me too,” Yuki confided as she undid two of the girl’s buttons leisurely. “When I touch myself, I always start with my breasts.”
“Your breasts?” What else could Inori say? She wasn’t sure how much older than her the Agent was, but she knew she was fully a woman. The outrageous cosplay outfit they had met in left enough to the imagination that Inori… well, imagined. The single thigh high stocking seemed indecent to her at first, and her skirt too short but the woman had legs for days and strong, creamy thighs. The ADAMAS Agent outfit lived rent free in her mind, even after Yuki traded it for jeans and a cheeseburger tee-shirt.
Inori loathed that tee-shirt.
Yuki’s hand usurped the job of bra cup, cradling Inori’s breast in her hand. With a pinch she brought the high school girl back down to earth.
“A-agent!”
“I like the way you say Agent, Inori.” Yuki cooed. “It feels like you see me as an authority.”
“W-what?”
Yuki strummed Inori’s nipple like she was playing an instrument, each movement necessary to some whimper or moan that came together as a delightfully pleasing tune to her ears. It was an incomplete tune, and Yuki had a free hand.
“You say yes agent like you’re saying yes sir,” She explained her free hand suddenly on Inori’s sheathed thigh. The fabric of her tights was tantalizingly soft, and as she traced up Inori’s inner thigh the fabric became sticky the closer she got to Inori’s sex. “I was starting to think you had a rebellious streak back in Shinjuku, but now I’m starting to think it might matter whose saying what.”
“I-i don’t know what you mean!”
“Agent.”
“What?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Agent, is what you’re supposed to say.”
Yuki pressed her fingers into Inori’s tights, delighting in the sticky pleasure coating her fingers as Inori’s lips parted behind the cloth.
“Y-you’re r-ridiculous!” Inori stuttered, but let out a groan as Yuki’s tongue teased the edge of her ear. The knot inside Inori had spread to arms and legs. She squirmed against the Agent’s body, starting to rut her pussy against Yuki’s fingers. Inori was turning into a mess, and Yuki reviled in it.
“Guilty as charged.”
“...I don’t know what you mean Agent.”
Yuki grinned against Inori’s ear, and pulled her hand free from the slight girl’s chest, to Inori’s disappointment.
“Brace yourself against the window.”
“Y-Yes, Agent.”
Inori did as she was ordered, placing her hands on the window frame. Yuki flipped Inori’s skirt and pushed her fingers beneath the fabric of the waistband until she found the edge of the tights, and her panties too. In one motion Inori’s bottom was exposed to the open air as the ocean vista became a sea of stars. Locomon released two high toots from its smokestack, signaling their departure from Iliad’s abyss zone.
Yuki kneeled behind Inori and used her thumbs to part the young girl’s lips revealing her virginal pink. It shimmered with sticky wet dewdrops, and the smell of her pussy made Yuki shiver.
“Do you think Locomon knows we’re doing this?”
The Agent’s question was incendiary, cutting through the fog of Inori’s excitement expertly.
“What?!” Inori shouted.
“It’s fine. I’m sure Locomon won’t say anything. Besides, it’s kind of hot being watched, right?”
“Maybe that’s just you Agent!!!”
“Maybe you’ll have to watch me sometime and find Inori.”
Yuki lapped at Inori’s pussy, her tongue buried between Inori’s lips like she was gathering life saving dew. Inori shrieked in surprise at the intruder, the only thing she’d ever had between her lips was a curious finger or two. Just her own. She’d been too nervous to open up to Hiroko in that way, but as the Agent eat from her like a hungry dog, she wondered if she made a mistake.
Yuki stroked her mound with her thumbs, spreading Inori’s juices as the girl opened up to her. Inori tried to understand what Yuki was trying to get to, but she was losing focus. It took considerable will to not fall into a heap on Yuki’s face.
“A-gent,” she whined as focus slipped away from her.
“You’re doing wonderfully,” Yuki praised as she relented. “Now be a good girl, and lean back against the window.”
Inori nodded, stepping forward she turned and braced herself against the wall. The Agent sat on he knees in front of her, her lips glistening with Inori’s juices. The Agent shuffled forward and spread her legs enough to make space for herself between them before pulling her lips apart again.
“You hand hold on if you need to,” she said, before burying her face between Inori’s legs. Yukis troked Inori’s hood with her thumb, marveling at how red her pussy had become, before setting to lashing it with her tongue. Inori gasped, seizing the Agent’s head awkward as her knees clenched around her face.
“O-h!” she cried. She didn’t know this part of herself existed. So sensitive, yet it felt connected to her whole body. Pleasure and tension ignited through her, twisting her in ways she’d never experienced on her own. If the Agent wasn’t nestled between her legs, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to hold herself up.
Yuki adored the sounds Inori made. The once demure, but self assured girl coming undone. Losing herself on Yuki’s tongue. She needed to hear more. She needed Inori to feel more. Yuki teased Inori’s clitoris with her teeth, and began to suckle.
“Agent!” Inori screamed, loud enough she was certain Locomon could hear, as the knots in her body released like a dam, flooding her senses as she came on Yuki’s face. Inori’s shuddered and twitched, clinging tightly against the older woman until all that was keeping her standing was the efforts of the Agent beneath her whose chin and shirt were soaked with her juices.
Yuki withdrew, helping the girl settle against the wall. Inori was a mess, her bare ass on the cold steel of Locomon’s floor, her school tights soaked and her shirt disheveled. Inori’s bra sat uncomfortably on her frame as her bare, sensitive nipple grazed the fabric of her uniform short. Her breath was labored, and she even had a spot of drool on the corner of her lip and the agent wiped away carefully. She was a beautiful mess.
Another mission accomplished.
“Do… do you think Locomon…”
“Heard you? It’s hard to imagine it didn’t. I bet even my partner’s heard you. It was a wonderful show.”
Inori flushed, laboring to catch her breath.
“Do you feel relaxed now?”
The slight girl nodded, lost on cloud nine. Yuki looked through her digitized inventory for anything to help Inori clean up, and was only able to come away a pack of clean wipes. She set to helping the girl until she was able to help herself and in minutes Inori was able to regain some of her composure. At the very least, she was fully dressed.
“Agent did… did you really mean what you said earlier?”
“Hmm?”
“That I could… watch you sometime?”
“Oh!” She honestly hadn’t expected the question. It was just something she said in the heat of the moment, but as Yuki watched Inori shuffle her blazer over her shoulders and buttoned herself up, she thought what the hell. “Yeah, if we can get some time alone.”
“And you’ll show me… what you’ve learned with the digimon?”
“I… uh… how about we find out if you like watching… or being watched, first?”
Inori smiled sheepishly, as she knew what thoughts would occupy her mind long into the night.