Ars Technica Digimonae 9: Punishment
#9 of Ars Technica Digimonae
"What in the hell was that?" was the question on everyone's lip back at the function. The security personnel had lost track of him after he exited the building, a fact which didn't seem to amuse some of the managing staff of the Department.
"Maybe we're taking this out of proportion," one of the agents sitting near one of the edges of the table. "This is an isolated incident; more likely than not, its just something about finding out whether or not the government has begun to employ Digimon in its service."
they wouldn't have experience with Digimon."
"The community that you're trying to find isn't a very open one. Lets ignore the fact briefly that it's your fault it's that way, but it is." He gave a slightly annoyed look to the people in the conference room.
Ezra asked. No one had really ever instructed him in what his basic day to day functions were going to be. The only reason that he had known to come here was because he had been expressly asked to come to this meeting the previous night at the function.
At the very least, the agent will be familiar with what a Digimon is, and have someone who used to be a member of that underground community."
Luna watched curiously over his shoulder for most of the day, looking out between the blinds of the window behind his desk that covered most of the wall there, watching the cars drive by and the people walk around. In between chats and highly directed searches that didn't turn up any results, he watched the Renamon, wondering exactly what was going through her mind. Ezra had told her that she wasn't going to have to worry about what humans were going to do to her now that he had taken this job, and only an hour or so had passed before another human tried to kill her. If he was in her place, he wouldn't be trusting anybody. Maybe Digimon were just more trusting, even if he didn't really deserve the trust that she had placed in him.
The room was dark. It was always dark--It was dark the day that he had taken his trial by fire tests to be inducted as a member of his brotherhood and order, it was dark the day that he had received his assignment to remain as a sleeper in Boston, and it was dark today. It was dark because it was one of many small chambers connected to the ancient sewers of Rome that people had little interest in. It was far enough away from the Vatican to keep people from prying too much, but it was close enough to validate their headquarters to the pontiff as an order connected directly to it.
"You very well may have caused the ruin of our Order, Erden. We have existed since the time of the Inquisition, hunting down and eliminating the inhuman in this world; we have thus far managed to keep ourselves secret through the skill of our Brothers and through the good graces of God and his Holiness. You, however, have managed to ruin thousands of years of hard work and dedication to the preservation of our way life."
"That is one of the reasons that you are still alive, Brother Erden. You are expected, however, to repair the mistake that you have made. If you fail to do so, the consequences will be difficult to bear. Your original intentions were correct, although you failed in their execution. There is not yet enough known about this particular demon to successfully confront her in open combat. Assuming you realize that, the only punishment that is going to be handed to you is fourteen days of prayer, fasting, meditation, and training. Once those two weeks are completed, I trust that you will have developed another plan with a higher chance of success than following her and hoping that she shows a moment of weakness."
He wasn't looking forward to his punishment, but he had no misgivings or regrets about it, either. He had failed at his task and now he had to pay the penalty for that failure.
This new demon, although she might be a bane to the world, although she may be the very embodiment of the whore of Babylon, was a blessing to him.
For the first time since Luna had come into his life, Gustaf, Sydney and Ezra were now in the same room together. Prior to this, it had always been a virtual room, usually on an IRC channel stuck somewhere in the bowels of the internet, but now it was a physical room--the in-house cafeteria of the DDTC's headquarters. Ezra was not impressed.
It took all of five minutes of them being together to ask if he had found anything. More and more people were starting to ask him questions about that, as if he should have known anything. It was really starting to get on his nerves.
"I haven't found anything out, and neither has anyone else. I've never seen anything like it in my life...the interwebz have nothing on this guy, it's like he doesn't even exist."
Even knowledge has a starting point," Gustaf pointed out, blandly poking at something Ezra didn't even recognize with a plastic fork. "If nothing vas known about him before, it certainly is now."
He had left Luna in his office--not because he didn't want to take her with him to lunch, but because she didn't seem very interested in doing anything but watchfully staring out the window at the sidewalk that his office overlooked. At first, he didn't think that this whole thing had affected her very much, but it obviously had ... when he got back, he'd have to talk to her about it. After all, there wasn't anything more they could do about it...they were in one of the safest places that they could possibly be, inside a government-controlled building.
"I don't know if it's stress, or what."
The Renamon was still waiting in the room for Ezra to come back. She would have went with him if he had asked her to go to lunch, but she was content watching the humans walk along the little walkway that ran next to the building. For the most part, she liked being here...she didn't have to worry about most of the things that she had to worry about when she was in the Digital World. She didn't have to worry about adhering to a bunch of obscure laws to keep everyone happy or pleasing people she had no interest in pleasing. She didn't have to worry about being attacked as much when she was here, either.
Maybe there was something that she could do to make him know that she was happy here and still valued him as a mate. Biting her tongue, she looked down at the desk and wondered if she could fit on it if she sprawled herself across it. Males liked it when you made yourself available to them sexually like that, didn't they? And they hadn't done anything here in this room yet...they hadn't even kissed here. Now, how long would he be gone...
The first thing she did was take off her gauntlets and put them in one of the drawers in Ezra's desk. Why he found her more attractive without the gauntlets was far beyond her--she was just as accessible for breeding with them on--but she wasn't really in a position to question what was attractive for humans, considering that she wasn't one of them. Smiling a little, she sat up on the desk and thought about what position she should get in that would make Ezra the most aroused. Her first idea was to get on all fours and raise her ass into the air for him, but Ezra wasn't like most males; she knew there was probably something that humans probably preferred more.
She had decided just in time -- almost as soon as she crossed her legs and leaned back onto her hands, the door to Ezra's office opened and she walked in, carrying a small white box filled with what smelled like extremely greasy food for her--his usual lunch ritual.
"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why are you sitting on my desk like that?" She thought about answering truthfully for a moment, but decided that wouldn't be very appealing to him, and instead swished her tail from side to side across the stuff on his disk, trying not to push anything out of the way. He blushed a little more, set the food down on a small stand near his desk and walked in front of her, putting his hands on her hips.
"I thought something might be bothering you...and you always seem so busy..."
"So, if you don't want me busy with that...I guess I could get busy...doing something else?" he blushed a little.
"Oooh," her eyes tightened as Ezra's finger found its way inside of her and touched on that spot that had driven her wild the last time that he had touched it. Her insides grew a bit more moist from the stimulation. "Ezra..."
Moaning softly, he opened her mouth and let her tongue slide against his. This brought her closer to orgasm than she had been before, but she didn't really feel like doing that at the moment...she was content with what she was getting right now, and she didn't want this moment to ever end. Using her hand to gently grab Ezra's hand and slow down his movements, she spent the next fifteen minutes enjoying every minute movement that his fingers made against the walls between her legs and every contact his tongue made with hers.
A few seconds later, he started doing what she wanted. Her moans got louder and louder as Ezra increased the amount of pressure on that spot near the top of her pussy, then got higher in pitch as he increased the speed with which he was stroking it. In a minute, she didn't think she could take any more, and started bucking her hips up towards him wildly, desperately aching for that moment of final release where all of her tension would escape from her in a jet of fluid.
"Ez-rahhh...." She growled out his name softly as she did in moments of pleasure. "M-more..."
With Ezra, it was completely different. He wasn't even doing anything for himself at this point; he was completely devoted to pleasuring her in multiple places. She found that extremely erotic...
He kissed her again--not the same as before; this was a more lustful, erotic kiss that helped stimulate her even more than she already was. Bucking her hips again, she started losing herself in the moment again as the only thing that mattered to her was getting to that point where she would explode in passion and pleasure.
"Mmmaaahhh!" a gush of fluid escaped from between her legs, squirting up into the air and landing somewhere on Ezra. At the end of the spasm, she was left panting and half-exhausted. "Ohh, Ezra..." she moaned softly, looking up at him with all of her love.
She didn't respond; she just moaned instead. He half-dragged, half-coaxed her onto the floor and onto her knees, and she knew almost immediately that he was going to penetrate her. Shivering with anticipation, she spread her legs, raised her tail out of his way and lowered her head to the ground.
A split second later, she felt his dick enter her. It didn't enter where she had been expecting, though--he had shoved it directly into her ass, making her wince in pain at first, since she had never experienced that before. Digging her front claws into the carpet, she spread her legs further to try and accommodate more of Ezra.
She closed her eyes tightly as she felt Ezra go farther inside her that way than anything ever had in her life. Luna started to whimper, which wasn't something she usually did with Ezra, but for some reason, it just felt right this time. That whimper almost turned into a whine as his thrusts became short and uncontrolled.
"Ahh...L-Luna...I'm cumming..." he made a few more wild thrusts then jammed himself deep inside her ass. Although she couldn't feel his seed flowing through her there like she could when he was in her pussy, she was fairly confident that he had. That only barely registered in her mind at the time, though--she was focused much more on getting herself to orgasm again.
With that, she slumped forward onto the floor, exhausted.
"Or not..." Ezra laughed lightly, although he was panting nearly as heavily as she was. She smiled to herself when he curled up against her back, fully clothed. That was another thing that males seldom did back home...usually, they would just take what they wanted from you and move on to something else. Ezra was so different, she thought to herself as she started to fall asleep from the exhaustion of what she had been doing...so different...
The slide of the Colt was heavy. Extremely heavy. It had modified, of course; Erden liked it that way, so he had taken the liberty of increasing its weight when he had started using it against demons. It's left-handed mate had been soon to follow. The weight made it feel like there was more power behind it, more force...and it made them special.
Leaning back in his chair, he stared at the old, flickering TV screen, the only source of illumination in his room at the moment. The demons were receiving more and more attention from people by the day. Partially, the worldwide media was to blame. The Church's control of that had declined considerably, and they had collectively given up on trying to regain that for the time being, instead devoting their efforts to other matters more pertinent for human safety.
It was a new war, and they had to be ready to wage it. For the time being, he would sit on the sidelines and wait, hoping that the demon and her handler would only delve so deep. Now that he was working with the authorities, he might be able to get the police record of the brief interview that he had undergone after that accursed creature had used her unholy powers to pin him against the wall; but he had managed to pass himself off as an innocent bystander and victim, so he wouldn't be able to get anything useful to track him down from that report; still, the fact that they were now entrenched in a stronger position meant that he had to be much more careful than he had before if he wished to maintain his material freedom.