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Haden’s only warning was the smell, but the innocuous smell of musk could have come from outside his window where his neighbor’s Bradford Pear had bloomed. It was not the tree. The windows were closed, but the curtains thrown open, providing ample light falling on Haden’s bed, where the digimon tamer’s guilmon lay on his bed, bent over, head tucked between his legs. The red digital dino’s maw stretched around the leathery white base of his cock, his massive balls (an obscenity no one could hide) twitching. From the corner of his maw leaked a few pearly strings of cum. His eyes were shut as he moaned gently, claws wrapped tight to the back of his thighs to pull him tighter to his crotch.

“Christ Eddie!” Haden blurted out and tumbled backwards into the hall, slamming the door. He slumped against the wall. It wasn’t like Haden didn’t know digimon could be sexual creatures, but most rookies didn’t have the sex drive of their more powerful ranks. Eddie had only been with Haden for a week, the tamer so new he still had training courses to complete for the tamer’s guild.

The handle on Haden’s door dipped down, and out came Eddie, worried. His flaccid cock, wrapped in foreskin that still leaked the dredges of his load, was draped over his mango-sized balls. When Eddie only came up to four feet at the shoulder, his relatively small size to a human’s made those enormous testes even more obscene. Eddie cocked his head and asked, “Did Eddie do something wrong?”

And Haden wished he hadn’t reacted at all. This kind of conversation he was definitely not ready for… and was Eddie’s dick still dripping?

“D-do you do that often?” Haden asked.

Eddie counted on his claws. “Only three times a day.”

“Three times a day?” Haden repeated, shocked he hadn’t noticed before.

Eddie groped his nuts and said, “These hurt if I don’t, Haden-mon.”

“Oh-oh, and do you usually do it in my… um…”

“Not all the time. Sometimes Eddie does it on the couch, in the bathroom, outside, really anywhere—”

“Okay, no, Eddie,” Haden wagged his finger. Until they transitioned to living in the human world, Haden had been warned his digimon might commit faux pas or break laws without knowing, so it was easy for Haden to put this in a lecturing tone,

“You need to do that in private. Where no one can see you.”

Eddie frowned and put a claw to his chin. “Was Eddie not private enough?”

Honestly, he was, but… “It’s just, my bedroom is a space we share. Is there a space that is just yours?”

Eddie scratched the bottom of his chin. “Is it… the bathroom?”

“No, no, what if someone has an emergency and needs to use it while you’re in the middle of that?”

Eddie gasped and said, “Eddie got it, in my kennel.”

Technically it was a large wireframe kennel for dogs over a hundred pounds, but after noticing Eddie liked sleeping in the closet, he got the red digimon the kennel as an alternative. However, “The kennel is in the living room, you can’t do it in there.”

“Well where can Eddie do it! The whole house is yours and Eddie can’t do it outside—”

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie. You know what? We’ll move your kennel up to my bedroom and you can do it there. Just lock the door so I know what you’re doing.”

***

It had been a horrible idea. Haden learned that Eddie’s bedtime routine had been laying out on the couch in his living room, sucking himself off until he got off enough times to curl up in his kennel and sleep. The kennel rattled in the dark as Eddie shifted inside it, whimpering and whining, loud sucks emanating from it. And the smell. The heady, meaty musk spread from the kennel and crawled cross the room, up onto the bed, and clawed its way into Haden’s nostrils. Haden who lay wide awake, erection aching so hard in his pjs it hurt just to squeeze it.

Haden had always wanted to be a tamer, since before he realized he’d always been more attracted to digimon than humans. From the bestial muscularity of garurumon to the lithe beauty of flamedramon, he’d shamefully knew his fair share of digimon/human pornographies, and had his own desires for Eddie. A thing the tamer’s guild definitely emphasized broke guild bylaws and was widely looked down upon.

He sighed, cock sore to the touch, but unwilling to relieve it lest he be caught masturbating beside Eddie.

Eddie who gagged, choked, and came off his dick panting. He groaned and stretched against the bars of his kennel, tail lashing in the open gate.

“Are you close?” Haden asked, unable to keep an edge from his voice.

Fortunately, innocent Eddie didn’t even notice. He simply whined, “No, I can’t get comfortable in here.”

Haden sighed and said, “If you want to go use the bathroom you can.”

“Can Eddie sleep in your bed after?”

It was an innocent request. He tried to keep them separate, but Eddie loved sharing space, always wanting to be near or beside Haden. Haden sighed and said, “Yes, but tomorrow night you need to sleep in your kennel. That’s three days you’ve spent sleeping with me.”

Eddie clambered out of the kennel, and walked to the door, turning to face Haden. “Can Eddie ask Haden-mon something?”

Haden rolled onto his side and immediately wished he didn’t. Eddie’s cock pointed directly at him. Sporting seven thick inches that on his smaller body seemed much larger. In the dark glistened fresh precum drooling down the white shaft, the glans a dark black. And the unfiltered smell made a knot swell in Haden’s throat. Trying to keep his cool, grateful for the blanket helping hide his erection. He said, “W… um—what’s up?”

Claws gestured to the rigid digi-dick. “Do you ever deal with this?”

“Uh, yes. Sometimes.”

Eddie said, “Why can’t we help each other with it?”

Haden’s heart almost smashed through his ribs, knocking so hard on it Haden was sure he heard it until he realized that was the steady drip drip drip plunking on the hardwood floor from Eddie’s leaking hard wood. Haden took a breath to rally his tumultuous thoughts, plucking the one drilled into his head: “Because you can’t consent.”

Eddie cocked his head.

“C-can we talk about this after you’ve dealt with that—”

“Eddie doesn’t understand. What is consent?”

Of all the words a digimon wouldn’t know! Still it gave Haden something to hone in on. “Consent is when you tell someone it’s okay to do something to you or with you.”

“So if Eddie says, ‘Eddie wants to help Haden-mon,’ does that mean I consent?”

“Yes, technically, but…” how to explain power dynamics to a digimon who only thought with his stomach and dick? Haden sat up, erection almost forgotten as he said, “Listen, because I’m your tamer it’s not appropriate. How can you be certain I’m not forcing you?”

“But Eddie is the one asking…” Eddie growled and said, “This is dumb. Eddie can smell how worked up Haden-mon is. We should help each other.” And Eddie climbed onto the bed.

Haden scrambled to the opposite edge, holding a hand up between them. “Wait, we really shouldn’t. We’ll get in trouble with the tamer’s guild.”

Eddie snorted. “Who cares about those dummies? They just make up a bunch of dumb rules to keep us from having fun.” But Haden still held up his hand, so Eddie settled down at the foot of the bed, on the opposite corner of Haden. “Would you get in trouble for watching Eddie?”

“N-no…” Haden muttered. Technically not lying, and he could play this off as it being a misunderstanding. He could talk to the guild tomorrow morning about his issues with Eddie.

He was not ready for Eddie to say, “Eddie wants Haden-mon to watch, but he can touch Eddie, too, if he wants.”

“Alright…” Haden muttered, fighting every instinct in him to give into desire.

Eddie hopped off the bed and went to Haden’s desk, flicking on a lamp to kick back the darkness and bask that red, white, and black hide in an amber glow. He climbed onto the bed again, sure to lay on his back, tail sprawling across the sheets. Haden couldn’t help but reach out and touch the tip of his tail.

When Haden rubbed his thumb up and down he felt the fine scales of Eddie’s hide. Just a little touch, something to reassure them both. Nevermind how he started to lean forward and rub more of the guilmon’s tail.

Haden watched as Eddie spread himself, the bright pink rim of the guilmon’s asshole visible at the base of his tail. Those glutes spread wide—Haden bet a finger would slip right inside of—no. He shouldn’t even be watching this! But how could he look away when that shapely red muzzle hovered before the hard shaft? Its dark glans squeezed by the white leathery foreskin of guilmon’s human-like cock. The more twisted part of Haden wished for something more bestial, but little in digimon anatomy made sense. And no one ever talked about the way they smelled. Eddie had this salty petrichor smell, like the sweat of the earth, that currently was totally drowned out by the meaty musk of sweaty cock and balls, the pungent rot of precum leaked everywhere, including on

Haden’s bed. How had he not noticed Eddie’s proclivities sooner?

Haden let out a little gasp when Eddie’s maw opened. Big, broad red tongue lapping at the underside of that mushroom head before those glans disappeared into Eddie’s maw. Haden watched wet spit push out at his lips, smacking them on his shaft to spread the saliva down it before he started bobbing his head. Haden honestly felt jealous that Eddie needed only to pump his neck up and down to plug away at his shaft. The happy, horny guilmon gobbling up his shaft, moaning a little more loudly than he had in the kennel.

When had Haden got closer?

He sat next to Eddie now, at the base of his thick tail, rubbing up and down it. Fingers drifting farther and farther up, drawing close to the guilmon’s bright pink tailhole. Eddie shuddered when Haden touched there, the sensitive pucker winking, squeezing on the finger, drawing it deeper. Haden licked his lips and traced a little circle around the edge of the rim, rubbing two fingers into the soft, hot flesh. He felt it leaking there, and knew it because of arousal. Since they laid eggs, most digimon were equipped to both inseminate and be inseminated, the data dumped inside this wrinkled muscle. Of course it produced some amount of lubricant to help with passage—Haden wasn’t ready for it to be so oily, like a massage oil his fingers scooped up and rubbed into the tunnel, digits digging a little bit deeper, getting a squeal from Eddie.

Eddie who was right about how stupid the rules keeping them apart were. Haden could barely get Eddie to listen in matters of life and death, there was no way the wilful guilmon would just accept Haden’s meek answers when his need was so plainly obvious to the digimon’s sharp scent. Biting his bottom lip, he brought oily fingers to his nose and smelled.

Something in Haden snapped. He froze in place, hairs standing on end. The pungent, earthy smell of asshole laced with a sharp heat of rut. Goosebumps peaked on his arms and legs, and he knew he needed to taste it. Haden stuck those fingers in his mouth and licked the oil off, finding that muggy earthiness at first, before that heat spread tingling across his tongue. When did Haden start panting?

He looked down at the winking pucker, puffy and shining with that delectable arousal. Only then did he notice Eddie had stopped sucking on himself, still curled up, maw poised to slurp that twitching tip back inside it. His big golden eyes watched Haden. He asked, “Does it taste good? Eddie sometimes sticks his tail in there.”

“Eddie do you… um… remember what we said about consent?”

“Eddie not that forgetful.”

“Okay, well, if at any point you need me to stop, just say hot buns.”

“Hot buns…” Eddie mumbled, then squinted at Haden. “Why can’t I just say stop?”

“It’s a safeword, Eddie, it’s the most important part of consent, something we can both agree on saying if we need to stop.”

“Eddie don’t get it, but Eddie wants Haden-mon to touch him more, so cold buns.”

Haden frowned.

Eddie stared a moment. “Does cold buns not mean the opposite?”

“You know what? Sure.”

“Cold buns, Haden-mon should do more touching,” Eddie emphasized this by grabbing his butt with his claws and spreading it.

Haden was going to do this. Eddie wanted him, too. Haden wanted to. They had consent. They had cold buns. Shaking, Haden doubled over, stretching out on his stomach, propped up on his elbows as he laid chest over Eddie’s tail. He was the perfect height now to lean forward and bury his face in the guilmon’s massive balls. Those overproductive fruits hot and sweaty to the touch. The scaly scrotum glided along Haden’s tongue as he lapped up its musk. He nuzzled into the sack, letting the oversized testicles smear their sweat into his skin. Both tamer and digimon moaned, as Haden sucked one nut into his mouth, unable to get more than half it between his lips. He suckled gently and rolled his tongue over it. Sighing as the intoxicating mon musk enveloped his senses. His eyes rolled into his skull a little.

They called a vicious cycle: a human tamer could become totally absorbed in their digimon’s body—something about the creatures’ musk did it. The scent of digimon such that sound reason disappeared in favor of carnal lusts the digimon might not even share with the affected tamer.

That’s right… the more this went on the harder it would be to walk back. Haden pulled his head back, panting. Shocked by how caught up in worshipping Eddie he’d gotten. He opened his mouth, stuttering to say, “We-we should stop.”

Eddie said, “Nuh, uh, that won’t work on me, Haden-mon.” He placed his clawed hands on the back of Haden’s head and shoved him down. “You can’t trick me, you’re still wanting cold buns.”

Haden tried to push his head up, but Eddie—and his unassuming inhuman strength—kept Haden’s face pinned to the guilmon’s tailhole. His muffled protests quickly snuffed out by the overwhelming, earthy musk. The tingling heat of Eddie’s arousal smeared itself over Haden’s lips, and soon he tasted it again, and soon he didn’t care about what Eddie’s musk might be doing to him. He groaned, as if his body was being defeated by his guilmon’s. Overcome with the need to taste that arousal, for his tongue to dig into that puffy, wrinkled mound of pink flesh. To feel it swirl around his tastebuds, that tingling warmth spreading through his whole mouth, into his throat as he swallowed more of it, and the more he swallowed, the deeper his nostrils sniffed and savored the scents of that musky rear, and the more of it he breathed in, the more drugged he felt. His body began to buzz with a pleasant warmth all its own, sweat beginning to bead all across him.

Haden couldn’t take still being in clothes, he should be naked as his mon. His t-shirt and pajamas were quickly thrown off the bed, his own erection now standing at attention. Eddie growled and lunged at it, catching Haden off guard with a yelp. He was thrown back onto the bed, Eddie’s snout burrowing into his crotch, tail flagged. The guilmon breathed rapidfire like a dog, sucking in every little scent of Haden’s musk. Haden bucked his hips, grinding his cock against Eddie’s muzzle. Eddie stood quick as a predator alerted on a hunt. He looked down at Haden, gold eyes glimmering, and licked his lips.

“Eddie have idea.”

“Y-yeah?” Haden breathed, at the guilmon’s mercy.

Eddie didn’t speak, but turned around, flagging his tail and sticking his butt back. Haden wordlessly wrapped his hands around the red flanks, in time for them to surge forward as Eddie sat backwards. His rump fell firmly on Haden’s face, smothering the hapless tamer. Haden could care less for the lack of air, spreading those cheeks wide as he could before licking furiously at that pink ring. The ring of muscle contracted around his, and more of that oily arousal flooded Haden’s mouth. It had a consistency just less viscous than olive oil, easy to ingest. The more ingested, the more Haden’s senses left him, and he became an eager playmate for the horny guilmon who had burrowed his snout back in Haden’s pubes.

Haden’s cock jumped when the broad tongue and spongy tastebuds of Eddie’s oral muscle folded around the tamer’s shaft and dragged upwards. Eddie’s lips kissed Haden’s leaking meatus. Then spread, slowly around his shaft, warm wet maw, tongue sliding over his flesh, cupping it till his tip pushed to the back of Eddie’s palate; the uvula bumping his glans, tight throat hole penetrated with ease, the first few inches now in Eddie’s esophagus, the rest buried in the hungry guilmon’s muzzle. An intense suck, more swallowing as Eddie calmly nursed his cock, making Haden squirm on the bed and roll his hips, pumping dick in meager pushes and pulls, popping glans from throat only to punch them back inside.

All while his jaw ached with how wide his mouth was open. He frenched the pucker in front of him. His lips kissed and sucked on that puffy, pink flesh. Absorbing more of that musky arousal into his body. Each breath tainted with the heavy, hot musk of that sweaty rear. Eddie so warm on top of Haden that his pores poured sweat. He couldn’t believe how good it could feel to just submit to Eddie’s desires. His whole body buzzed with pleasure, his cock close to bursting. He didn’t even try to delay or stop it. Soon as Haden felt the advance of his orgasm he reached down and grabbed Eddie’s winged ears and held his muzzle down. Tears filled the corner of his eyes as his tongue continued to cave in that wet, oily entrance.

When Haden’s tongue pierced the ring, sank a subtle couple of inches deeper inside Eddie, the guilmon clenched, and squirted Haden’s mouth full of arousal. The heat of his rut tasted sharp, then warmed into a sweet heat. Like a spicy tamarind candy. Its strange flavor seared itself in Haden’s memory as he moaned, humped roughly into Eddie’s face, who simply sucked and swallowed while Haden continued licking, gyrating his tongue in circles to taste every speck and span of Eddie’s inner walls. And in the process, his nuts clenched up and exploded. Overwhelming pleasure cascaded from Haden’s cock, each rope firing like it was being sucked out of him, unstoppable. Eddie moaned and wagged his bottom happily as he got to taste his tamer’s nut. The creamy, salty treat spilling in waves, each hard rope shot down his throat, so much coming it backed up into Eddie’s maw. Eddie gagged, but let his mouth fill with seed, the flow tapering off, but Haden still rock hard.

Haden released his grip on Eddie’s head, dazed. Still hot and sweaty and—god, his tongue already started lapping again. It’d been pushed out of that taut little ring of muscle, and he just started to mindlessly worm it back inside Eddie, but then the digimon slid maw from cock. Haden whimpered when Eddie sat up and said, “Haden-mon is just as big as Eddie is, but doesn’t cum nearly as much.”

Was that smugness in his guilmon’s voice? Haden couldn’t help but say, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Does Haden-mon want to see it?”

“Yes.”

“Those aren’t cold buns.”

“Christ Eddie, cold buns, then! I want it,” and Haden sat up, reaching for the hard, dripping rod of his digimon partner.

But a clawed hand stopped him. “Uh uh, Eddie consents to when they want to be touched.”

Part of Haden wanted to glare at the brat, but his mind was still overcome with the heat of Eddie’s rut, and what came out his mouth was a whimper, “P-please Eddie, let me taste it.”

“Hehe, Haden-mon is so needy now,” Eddie teased as he turned and stepped closer to Haden’s face, dick bobbing and dripping precum onto navel, sternum, chest, and finally Haden’s chin. The black glans throbbed right in front of Haden’s panting mouth.

“Just smell it, Haden-mon.”

“Christ Eddie, it smells so good.”

“You want Eddie so bad.”

Haden whimpered and nodded his head, gaze darting between the smug guilmon and the urethra weeping heavy dollops of precum so close to his mouth that if he stuck out his tongue he could catch them.

“Eddie is Haden-mon’s tamer now.”

The kind of role reversal Haden so craved from digimon—yet he never dared think of it happening, think of himself as becoming the pet for a guilmon to use as he pleased. Haden couldn’t help but whine, “Please, Master, please let me taste you.”

Eddie growled and said, “Eddie like when Haden-mon call me that.”

“You’re my Master,” Haden quickly said, “I live to worship you in every way you want.”

Eddie licked his lips again. “Mmmm, Master thinks you’ve been wanting this for a while.”

Blushing, Haden admitted, “Y-yes… I’ve been—digimon have always been… I’m…” mouth dry, still red-faced, Haden admitted, “I’m a slut for them.”

“What’s a slut?”

The dopey innocence came back in full force, and Haden almost laughed. He said, “It’s just someone who likes having sex a lot.”

“Is sex what we’re doing?”

“Yes!” Haden snapped. “Or we were till you… you…”

But Eddie carried on with, “Eddie is a slut, too, then. Haden-mon is all ours to play with.”

“C-can we please get back to this?” Haden whined, having to suffer that rigid prick before him.

“Oh yes! Master commands you, Haden-mon,” Eddie said with a mock air of authority as he lied on his back again, sitting up to finish saying, “Show Master how much you need sex with your digimon partner—no, Digimon Master,” said as if Eddie planned to get into trouble later.

Haden hardly cared, finally given permission to crawl over to Eddie’s open crotch. He grabbed the meaty shaft by the base, Eddie’s gasp drifting into a moan as Haden pressed his tongue to the underside of the shaft, dragging it up the length of Eddie’s meat, scooping up gooey, salty strands of precum. Haden rolled back Eddie’s foreskin, the musk getting stronger as he did. Haden’s tongue glided around Eddie’s glans, licking up fresh strands of precum. It carried that same, sweet heat to it, spreading through Haden’s mouth. He rolled the foreskin up over his tongue, tip pinned between glans and foreskin. He frenched around the glans, kissing the tip, sucking on the meatus while his tongue danced on its urethra. Then back to a simple kiss, then more deep frenching, working his muscle against the spongy glans.

Eddie squirmed and said, “Oh Haden-mon… it-it’s so different.”

Haden had hardly begun. One hand holding up Eddie’s girth, the other’s digits rubbed against Eddie’s pink pucker. They were quickly coated in arousal, which made it easy to force three fingers inside Eddie. Eddie moaned, tail smacking against the bed.

“C-cold buns!” Eddie squealed as Haden’s fingers slid knuckle deep. The cock wrapped in Haden’s lips twitched so hard he thought Eddie came, but it was just a single hard shot of precum. Still, he saw in the lamplight Eddie’s ballsack drawing tighter. Digimon broke down food and water completely to data when they ate, so they never needed to use restrooms in the traditional sense, meaning Eddie’s tailhole existed only to be bred and feel pleasure. Inside those soft, wrinkled walls, Haden’s fingers rubbed against a tight bulb inside Eddie. This made the digimon yowl, back arching. His cock throbbing as it dumped a fresh wave of precum into Haden’s maw.

Haden began bobbing his head, lips bouncing downward on Eddie’s shaft. Eddie’s tail thrashed in the bed, as those glans battered at Haden’s throat. The human’s eyes watered, gagged when a hard blast of ropey precum erupted into his throat, but he did not slow down. He worked his mouth in tandem with his fingers, pumping, curling upward into that bulb. It was strange, like something blossomed open inside Eddie. Haden could wrap fingers around it and stroke it, and in the stroking of it Eddie growled, low in his chest then louder and louder, balls drawing tighter.

Haden could never have prepared for that first potent blast of semen. The rich data dump that exploded in his mouth filled it in an instant. Flooded Haden with gooey, long, thick ropes of cum that spilled out around his lips, fired up into his throat, even as he swallowed more blasted down the barrel of that shaft. A deluge of seed that backed up into his sinuses. Tears rolled down his cheeks as cum dripped from lip and nostrils alike, Haden’s eyes fluttering as he swallowed and swallowed, feeling himself slowly choke on the load he couldn’t keep up with. Those marvelous testicles drowning him in their semen. Haden couldn’t care if he drowned. His body buzzed with a warm, leaden pleasure that burned away everything but the raw satisfaction of being stuffed with his Master’s cum.

He didn’t even hear Eddie until the blunt sides of the guilmon’s claws were used to try and get Haden off the half-swallowed cock.

“—please, Haden-mon… it-it’s so hot down there, we-we need you to stick it in us.”

“A-are you, hah, sure—”

“Cold buns!”

Still panting, Haden wiped the cum dripping down his face and smeared it on the tip of his cock. He swallowed and said, “God, I’m going to be tasting you for weeks, Eddie—”

“Master,” Eddie growled.

Haden laughed nervously, and suddenly worried just how far Eddie would take this—and would Haden even care if he got to be this stud’s live-in slut? He said, “Yes, Master, we’re sorry.”

“Mmm, okay, hurry up, though.”

It was slick, oily and hot as Haden pushed the head of his cock into the rim, caving it in gently before the ring spread around it. Haden groaned, shuddering as the first few inches of his shaft were sucked in by that heat. Eddie wrapped his red legs around Haden’s back and yanked him balls deep. His glans collided into something spongy and firm. It had grown with stimulation, body dropping into place to be bred. He mashed hips to gluts, grinding his cock against the cervix, which cupped and wrapped around his dick like a set of lower lips.

Haden heard stories of how the womb grew through stimulation. Simply injecting seed would not get the job done, and digimon needed to be worked into a receptive state, like the cutely panting and whimpering guilmon Haden found himself entangled with. He started pumping his hips, wide, sawing strokes so his cock plugged in and out that greasy, hot hole, plowed into the cervix and set Eddie to bucking back into the stroke. The guilmon’s thick pole pressed between their bellies, leaking fresh rivers of arousal, caking both partners in the scent of Eddie’s pent up balls. Haden pulled Eddie into a kiss, who did not understand at first, until Haden forced his tongue into Eddie’s lips and the guilmon gave a little moan. Eddie responded by choking Haden on his broad, much longer muscle. It filled Haden’s mouth, swabbed at his throat, and tasted all the spent seed Haden nearly drowned swallowing.

Haden picked up speed with his partner, cock tenderizing that cloying, hot hole. Eddie kept them in a deep kiss, whimpering and moaning through it. Haden relished breeding his guilmon, giving it the fucking he dreamed of since the day they met. His bricked-dick battering Eddie’s cervix, feeling it slowly cave in. And Eddie squealed as he came again. Hot, rushing like water from a hose, cum splashed across both chest and jaws of the pair as Eddie erupted. Rushing wave after wave of hot seed painted them both as those walls gripped crushingly tight on Haden’s shaft. Eddie hugged them tight together, legs and arms wrapped around Haden and drawing them so close Haden felt each twitching pulse of the digi-dino-dick pressed tight to his tummy. Little did it matter compared to the feeling of crushing tightness, squeeze after squeeze, cervix smashed against his glans. Haden groaned as he felt that pressure on his cock grow painful, only for it to break suddenly, like a condom ripping open. He found his mushroom head suspended in hot fluid, the entire shaft still squeezed and milked. He couldn’t handle Eddie’s whole body turning to the direction of milking him. He squirmed in the guilmon’s grip, unable to stop the growing pressure, his nuts drawing tight on Eddie’s now still tail.

Only then did Eddie break the kiss. Tongue no longer plugging his throat, Haden gasped for air, panting as Eddie licked his lips and growled, “Be a good Haden-mon and cum inside your Master.”

“F-fuck Eddie… Master… I can’t hold it back.”

“Good, don’t hold it in. Master needs it.”

“Shit, Goddamn mother-fucking holy—ahn—mmf—” Eddie silenced him with a kiss. That tongue slipping back into his mouth, locking Haden to his partner by both ends. Helpless, unable to help his trapped dick. That firm squeezing on his shaft, rhythmic: squeeze squeeze breathe squeeze squeeze breathe. An inevitable dance along his nervous system that coursed through his whole body in waves of pleasure, which only grew more and more overwhelming, till Haden needed to cum or he thought he might go crazy. Only until he thought, Please I need to cum in him, did his body offer release. Haden quaked against the spent guilmon, who moaned as they felt fresh, viscous heat spill into the womb waiting for it. Haden felt his balls get wrung out by the digimon’s body. Each clench of those walls so strong they pinched off the next surge of cum, only to release it a breath later, drawing out Haden’s orgasm. What should have been a series of heavy shots, came out in ropey spurts. His cum slowly inundated Eddie’s womb as seconds turned to a minute, Haden’s balls aching as they still clenched and fired. Each agonizing, suckling squeeze making Haden moan, limp in Eddie’s grip, mouth sucking dumbly on the tongue still in it.

A minute turned to minutes. Haden felt the viscosity of the egg chamber change as his thick ropes of seed overtook its natural fluids. And still Eddie held him tight, clenching. Until finally, Haden was released. He found himself rolled onto his side by Eddie, who took care to keep himself seated on Haden’s now softening shaft. Eddie broke the kiss to say, “This means we’re mates now.”

“Mates?” Haden asked vacantly, exhausted.

“It means we share everything to make the best egg.”

“Egg?”

“A very good egg we made.”

“Christ… you’re not kidding are you?”

“Why would Eddie joke about this?”

“I just never heard of this…”

“Oh, but that’s what digimon come here for: to make strong eggs with fresh data from humans.”

“Not according to the tamer’s guild.”

“Does the tamer’s guild know humans can carry eggs, too?”

“We can?” Haden hissed.

Eddie grinned, “We’re mates now, we share everything to make the best egg. And your egg might be better.”

“No, you can’t do that to me.”

“Eddie doesn’t hear hot buns, that means it’s cold buns.”

“That’s not what—I’ve made a monster.”

“Now we need to make another.”

“Jesus Eddie you’re still hard?”

“It’s Master, you eggbearer.”

Haden hated how quickly that got him hard again. He mumbled, “Y-yes, Master,” as he was turned over by the insatiable guilmon.