Renamon x Guilmon
"SERIOUSLY! I'm trying to make us sandwiches! Stop eating all the bread, Guilmon!"
The big lizard looked at the Renamon with a tilt of the head and a confused look.
"But I only eat mine Renamon."
"I know that, but we need to put meat and cheese on it, like this...NO!" she exclaimed, pulling half a sandwich from his mouth. "You need to wait for when we go out on the picnic."
"But it will save time if I eat here. Then we don't need going and I get food quicker."
"We told our friends we were going on a picnic, and that's what we're going to do. Now pack up the- STOP EATING THE BREAD!"
Even though she hated to admit it, Renamon was glad that she was going with Guilmon. He was a lot to handle, bit he made her laugh. Her laughs were precious these stressful days.
She walked gracefully up to a tree in the park and waited while Guilmon finished chasing down his butterfly.
When he finally came up to the tree to sit with Renamon, he was just swallowing his treat.
"Gross."
"We eat now?"
"Only the food in the basket, no bugs."
"Aww."
The digi-pair sat under the tree, munching away at their snacks. One more eagerly than the other.
After Renamon was feeling stuffed from her second sandwich, Guilmon was just stuffing himself with his tenth. His stomach was noticeably rounder as he was filling up.
Renamon leaned against the tree and was looking up at the shapes the light made in the leaves when Guilmon began to sniff the ground, licking up the bits of meat he dropped.
He was using his nose to locate where they were, when suddenly, he smelled something that overpowered his mind. He looked up to see what it was that was driving him wild.
His eyes met the joining between Renamon's legs. He didn't know What it was about it, but then he saw. Under the fur was a sort of pink wet opening. Guilmon didn't know why, bug he wanted it. He wanted to be inside of it. But how?
A strange feeling emerged in the same area on him as what he had just discovered. He looked between his own legs. Something was growing there. It felt nice and Guilmon needed no explaining. He just wanted it to continue and intensify.
Renamon was still looking at the tree and leaves above. "Strange, I didn't know this could entertain me for so long." thought Renamon. "I wonder why Guilmon has been so quiet." this thought passed as his face was soon hovering inches above hers, as he held himself above her.
"What are you-AH!"
Guilmon's cock had found it's mark.
He was suddenly was washed of all desires except for the desire to thrust. And he did. He never knew something could feel this good. But thoughts of past and future all melted away as he focused on the present. He wanted this right now.
Renamon felt her insides being spread with an exhilarating pain that sent waves of pleasure running through her body. She wasn't sure what Guilmon was doing, but this was far better than using those rubber-like pole things she found in Rika's room. Whatever he was doing, she certainly didn't want him to stop.
Guilmon was thrusting harder with ever passing moment. His cock was being massaged for the first time. It was overwhelming the sensations that raged within. He felt a pressure building deep inside him. He wanted release from it, to feel it explode from his body.
Renamon was beginning her climax. It wasn't her first, buy it was more intense than others she had experienced. Finishing up, gripping Guilmon's shoulder, scratching deep into his skin.
Guilmon felt the sharp laceration of his skin, but he didn't care. He felt close to bursting. With one final thrust, he put his meat deep inside Renamon and let loose jet after powerful jet of his hot lizard cum.
Renamon deepened the cuts as she pulled herself close to her lover feeling lava bursting into her. She climaxed again, this time more intense than the last, letting out a piercing moan that she had tried to hold in this whole time.
Guilmon felt the inner walls if Renamon coax out the last few drops that he had to offer. When he stopped thrusting after being drained, he pulled out and collapsed next to the panting Renamon.
The two laid in the grass under that tree for minutes before Guilmon got up. Renamon was ready to listen to what her lover had to say.
"So no more sandwich?" He said, looking in the empty basket.