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"You call that a rep?" The voice cut through the gym's ambient noise—clanging weights, rhythmic grunts, the occasional drop of a dumbbell—like a blade through fog. Dorumon froze mid-squat, his ears twitching at the unexpected jab. He turned his head—slowly, because the weight on his shoulders demanded respect—and found himself staring at a pair of gold-feathered thighs thicker than his waist. His gaze traveled upward, past the curve of hips barely contained by spandex, past the sweat-slicked abs that looked carved from marble, and finally—after a treacherous detour over the swell of her chest—landed on Garudamon's smirking beak. Dorumon's grip on the barbell nearly faltered as Garudamon's taloned hand—large enough to palm his entire head—descended onto his shoulder. "You're leaning forward too much," she said, her voice a low purr that sent unexpected shivers down his spine. Her fingers pressed into his deltoids, adjusting his posture with effortless strength. "Arch that cute little back properly, or you'll snap like a twig." Dorumon's breath hitched as Garudamon's claws lingered just a second longer than necessary, her touch burning through his fur. He tried to focus on completing his set, but his eyes kept drifting upward—past the taut muscle of her stomach, past the sheen of sweat glistening between her cleavage—only to meet her knowing smirk again. "Eyes on the bar, rookie," she chuckled, giving his shoulder a playful squeeze that made his knees wobble. The barbell clattered onto the safety racks as Dorumon exhaled sharply, his thighs trembling from exertion. Before he could catch his breath, Garudamon's talons hooked under the bar and lifted it with a single, effortless motion—like it weighed nothing. "Good effort," she mused, setting it aside with a metallic clang, "but your form's still sloppy." Her crimson eyes flicked downward, lingering pointedly at the tent in his workout shorts. "Though I see *something's* standing at attention just fine." Dorumon's face flushed darker than Garudamon's feathers as he scrambled to adjust himself, but the fabric only stretched tighter around his obvious predicament. Garudamon's chuckle vibrated through her chest, making her ample breasts bounce in a way that absolutely didn't help his situation. "Cute," she purred, leaning down until her beak nearly brushed his twitching ear. "You ever consider that maybe you're lifting weights too small for you?" Dorumon’s ears flattened against his skull as Garudamon’s breath tickled the fur of his neck—warm, heavy, and carrying the faintest hint of amusement. His throat worked around words that wouldn’t come, his pulse hammering loud enough he was certain she could hear it. The gym around them blurred into irrelevance, the clatter of weights and murmured conversations fading beneath the sheer *presence* of her looming over him. The locker room’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting stark shadows across the tiled floor as Dorumon fumbled with his gym bag. His claws—usually so deft—seemed suddenly clumsy, slipping twice on the zipper before he finally yanked it open. A towel. Deodorant. His water bottle clattering to the floor. He crouched to grab it, only for his breath to hitch as Garudamon’s shadow engulfed him from behind. "Drop something?" Garudamon's voice dripped amusement as she stepped closer, her talons clicking against the tile. Dorumon's fingers froze around the water bottle, acutely aware of how her shadow stretched over him—how the heat radiating from her thighs pressed against his back. "Or are you just enjoying the view from down there?" Dorumon's throat went dry as Garudamon's talons tapped an idle rhythm against the locker beside his head. The sound was deliberate—a slow, predatory metronome that matched the hammering of his pulse. He could smell her now, the musk of exertion clinging to her feathers, something wild and electric underneath. His claws tightened around the water bottle. The plastic bottle crinkled in Dorumon’s grip as Garudamon’s shadow leaned closer, her heat pressing into his back like a living thing. "I—uh—" His voice cracked. He could feel her breath stir the fur between his ears, warm and heavy with the scent of salt and something darker. Dorumon's pulse spiked as Garudamon's talon traced the curve of his shoulder—slow, deliberate, the sharp point dragging just enough to make his fur prickle. "You're shaking," she murmured, her voice a low purr that vibrated through his bones. "Nervous? Or just excited?" Dorumon's breath hitched as Garudamon's talon drifted lower, skating down his spine with deliberate slowness. The sharp tip caught on the waistband of his shorts, pausing just above the desperate tent straining against the fabric. "Both," he admitted in a rush, his voice barely above a whisper. The admission sent a jolt through him—like confessing a secret he hadn't even known he was keeping. Garudamon's chuckle rumbled through the locker room, deep and rich like thunder rolling across a storm-lit sky. "Honest," she mused, her talon lingering at the small of Dorumon's back. "I like that." The pressure of her touch vanished suddenly, leaving Dorumon swaying forward into empty air before her hand clamped down on his hipbone, spinning him around in one fluid motion. Dorumon’s back hit the locker with a metallic clang, the impact rattling his teeth. Garudamon’s massive frame caged him in, her wings brushing the walls on either side as she loomed over him. The scent of her—musky sweat layered over something primal—flooded his senses. Her feathers gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, each one catching the light like polished armor. Garudamon's talons scraped against the locker above Dorumon's head, the sound sending a visible shiver down his spine. "You know," she murmured, her beak curving into a wicked smirk, "most rookies would've run by now." One clawed finger hooked into the waistband of his shorts, tugging just enough to make his breath stutter. "But you're still here." Dorumon's throat clicked as he swallowed, his claws digging into the locker behind him. "I—I'm not most rookies," he managed, the words coming out hoarse but steadier than he felt. The heat radiating from Garudamon's body was oppressive, intoxicating—like standing too close to a bonfire and realizing too late you were already burning. Garudamon's chuckle deepened, her talons flexing against the locker as she leaned in closer. The tip of her beak brushed against Dorumon's ear, sending a jolt of electricity straight down his spine. "No," she purred, her breath hot against his fur, "you're not." Her free hand—massive, clawed, capable of crushing his skull with ease—trailed down his chest, stopping just above the desperate bulge in his shorts. "You're *much* more interesting." Garudamon’s talon traced the outline of Dorumon’s erection through the thin fabric of his shorts, her touch featherlight yet searing. The plastic bottle in his grip crumpled entirely now, forgotten as his breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. "Interesting," she repeated, the word curling around her beak like smoke. "And *hungry*." Her claw hooked deeper into his waistband, the sharp tip teasing against sensitive skin. "Aren’t you?" Dorumon’s breath hitched as Garudamon’s claw grazed the bare skin beneath his waistband, her talon pressing just enough to make his hips jerk forward involuntarily. A strangled sound escaped his throat—half protest, half plea—as her other hand flattened against the locker beside his head, caging him in completely. The heat of her body was suffocating, her musk thick in the air, and when she leaned down to nip at the fur of his neck, his knees nearly gave out. Dorumon's claws scraped uselessly against the locker as Garudamon's beak closed gently around the scruff of his neck—not biting, not yet, but the promise of teeth sent a violent shudder through his entire body. His shorts strained obscenely, every twitch of his trapped erection sending sparks of pleasure-pain up his spine. "G-Garudamon—" he choked out, his voice cracking under the weight of her predatory attention. Garudamon's talon hooked deeper into Dorumon's waistband, her smirk widening as the fabric stretched taut over his desperate erection. With a single, deliberate flick of her claw, his shorts slid down his thighs—and the sudden rush of cool locker room air against his exposed flesh made him gasp. The sound died in Dorumon's throat as Garudamon's breath hitched audibly above him. Her crimson eyes widened, pupils dilating as they locked onto the thick, twitching length springing free from his fur. A bead of precum already glistened at the tip, the scent of it—musky, heady, *potent*—filling the narrow space between them. "Well," Garudamon breathed, her voice rougher than before. Her talon traced the prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft, her touch featherlight yet searing. "*This* explains the tent." Her claws skimmed lower, cupping the heavy swell of his balls with something like reverence. "Damn, rookie. You're packing more than most Ultimates I've met." Dorumon's ears burned hotter than magma as Garudamon's talons cradled his sac, her thumb brushing over the sensitive skin with deliberate slowness. The musk rolling off him was thick enough to taste—spiced with exertion and something primal that made Garudamon's feathers ruffle involuntarily. Her beak parted slightly, tongue darting out to wet the curve of it as she drank in the sight. Garudamon's talon paused halfway up Dorumon’s length, her crimson eyes flicking from his twitching cock to his flushed face. "Tell me, rookie," she murmured, her beak curving into a smirk as she dragged the blunt side of her claw along his throbbing vein, "has any lucky woman ever gotten to ride this?" Her thumb pressed into the slick head, smearing precum down his shaft with deliberate slowness. "Or are you still *untouched*?" Dorumon's breath stuttered in his chest as Garudamon's talon swirled lazily around his weeping tip, her smirk widening at the way his hips bucked into her touch. "N-no," he choked out, his claws scraping grooves into the locker's metal surface. "I—they always said I was... too much." The admission burned hotter than her touch, his ears flattening against his skull as Garudamon's amused chuckle reverberated through his ribcage. Garudamon’s laughter rolled through the locker room like distant thunder, her talons still tracing slow, teasing circles around Dorumon’s weeping tip. "Too much?" she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. She leaned in closer, her massive breasts pressing against his heaving chest as her beak brushed his twitching ear. "Those fools don’t know what they’re missing." Garudamon’s talons released Dorumon’s throbbing length abruptly, leaving him gasping at the sudden loss of contact. Before he could protest, she hooked a single claw under the hem of her sweat-soaked tank top and peeled it upward with a slow, deliberate motion. The fabric clung stubbornly to her damp feathers for a heartbeat—then gave way all at once, revealing the heavy swell of her breasts in a rush of humid air and musk. Dorumon’s breath stalled in his lungs. Her chest was sculpted perfection—muscle and softness in equal measure, the red feathers thinning to downy tufts around dark, pebbled nipples. Sweat still glistened in the valley between them, trickling down the curve of her sternum in slow, tantalizing rivulets. The sheer *weight* of them was mesmerizing, the way they swayed slightly with her breath, the way her nipples tightened visibly under his dumbstruck gaze. Dorumon's claws scraped against the locker behind him, his cock twitching violently against his stomach as Garudamon arched her back, letting her chest bounce with the motion. "Like what you see, rookie?" she purred, rolling her shoulders to make her breasts jiggle obscenely. The scent of her—musky sweat layered over something primal—flooded Dorumon's senses, thick enough to taste. Dorumon's jaw went slack as Garudamon's breasts swayed mere inches from his face, their sheer mass making the air between them feel thick with heat. His cock throbbed against his stomach, precum dribbling down the shaft in glistening strands. "I—" he tried, but his voice cracked when Garudamon rolled her hips forward, pinning him harder against the locker with the weight of her thighs. Garudamon’s talons hooked into the waistband of her own leggings with a casual flick, the fabric stretching taut against her muscular thighs before yielding with a wet *snap*. Dorumon’s breath caught in his throat as the spandex peeled away—revealing nothing but sweat-slicked skin beneath. No underwear. Just the thick curve of her hips, the powerful swell of her thighs, and the unmistakable glisten of arousal already painting her inner feathers. Garudamon’s leggings pooled around her ankles, forgotten, as she stepped forward—her thighs bracketing Dorumon’s trembling legs, the heat of her bare skin searing through his fur. Dorumon’s claws dug deeper into the locker behind him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as her scent—musky, primal, unmistakably aroused—flooded his senses. The tip of her beak dragged down the curve of his neck, stopping just above his collarbone. "Too much?" she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Let’s see how much you can *take*." The world tilted violently as Garudamon’s talons seized Dorumon’s shoulders and shoved him backward—his back hit the locker room tiles with a thud that rattled his teeth, his claws scrambling for purchase on the slick floor. Before he could even process the impact, Garudamon’s massive frame loomed over him, her crimson eyes blazing with predatory hunger. Her talons planted on either side of his hips, her thighs—thick as tree trunks—bracketing his trembling legs. Dorumon’s breath stuttered as her shadow engulfed him entirely, her breasts swaying heavily above his face, the scent of her musk thick enough to choke on. Garudamon's beak curled into a smirk as she braced one taloned hand against the locker above Dorumon’s head, her other tracing lazy circles around the flushed head of his cock. "Virgin," she purred, the word dripping with amusement as she watched his hips jerk helplessly into her touch. Her thumb swiped through the bead of precum gathering at his tip, smearing it down his length with deliberate slowness. "All this *potential*," she mused, her claws tightening just enough to make him gasp, "wasted on fumbling virgins too scared to take what they want." Dorumon’s breath came in ragged bursts, his claws digging into the tile beneath him as Garudamon’s talon traced the prominent vein along his underside. "I—I wasn’t scared," he managed, though the way his voice cracked betrayed him. His protest died in his throat as Garudamon leaned down, her massive breasts pressing against his chest, her beak brushing his twitching ear. "No?" Her laughter was a low, rumbling thing that vibrated through his ribs. Her free hand cupped his balls again, her talons cradling the heavy weight with something like reverence. "Then why," she murmured, her thumb rolling over his sensitive skin, "are you shaking like a leaf in a storm?" Her beak nipped at his earlobe—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make his cock twitch violently against her stomach. Dorumon’s hips bucked involuntarily, his cock smearing precum across Garudamon’s abs as she loomed over him. The scent of her arousal—thick, musky, *primal*—flooded his senses, drowning out the sterile tang of the locker room. His throat worked around words that wouldn’t come, his pulse hammering loud enough that Garudamon’s smirk widened. Garudamon’s talon traced Dorumon’s length from base to tip, her claws lingering at the weeping head. "All this," she mused, her voice dropping to a husky purr, "and no one’s ever *taken* you?" She arched a brow, her crimson gaze flicking from his twitching cock to his flushed face. "What a waste." With deliberate slowness, she lifted her talon—his precum stretching in a thin strand—before licking it clean with a satisfied hum. "Lucky me." Garudamon's talons flexed against Dorumon's hips, her claws pressing just enough to leave indents in his fur without breaking skin. She leaned forward, her massive breasts swaying above his face, their heat radiating against his muzzle. The scent of her—musky, primal, intoxicating—flooded his senses as her beak nipped at his earlobe. "Let's see if you can handle me, rookie," she purred, her voice thick with promise. Dorumon's breath hitched as Garudamon's hips shifted, her thighs spreading wider to accommodate him. The tip of his cock brushed against her slick folds, the contact sending a jolt of electricity up his spine. Her pussy was impossibly hot, the heat radiating from her like a furnace, and the way her inner walls fluttered at the first touch of his head made his claws scrape against the tile beneath him. Garudamon chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest as she reached between them. Her talons wrapped around his shaft, guiding him to her entrance with deliberate slowness. "Easy now," she murmured, her breath hot against his fur. "Don't want to hurt yourself." Her smirk widened as she watched his eyes roll back at the first inch of pressure, his cock stretching her tight entrance obscenely. Dorumon's claws scrabbled against the tile as the first inch of his cock disappeared into Garudamon's molten heat. The stretch was obscene—her inner walls clamping down on him with velvet pressure, fluttering around his girth like she was already trying to milk him dry. His breath came in ragged pants, his hips jerking upward involuntarily, only for Garudamon's talons to pin him down with effortless strength. Garudamon's beak curled into a wicked grin as she watched Dorumon's entire body shudder beneath her. "Oh, you *like* that," she purred, rolling her hips just enough to let the next inch of his cock sink into her—agonizingly slow. The stretch burned, her inner muscles fluttering around him in a rhythm that felt suspiciously like laughter. Dorumon's claws gouged into the tile, his breath hitching as Garudamon's talons tightened around his hips. "Don't worry, rookie," she murmured, her voice dripping amusement. "I'll take care of you." Garudamon’s breath hitched audibly as Dorumon’s cock stretched her to the hilt—*almost*. With a practiced roll of her hips, she paused just shy of taking him completely, leaving the final few inches of his throbbing length twitching against her slick folds. Dorumon’s claws scraped against the tile beneath him, his back arching off the floor as her inner walls fluttered around him in a rhythm that felt suspiciously like laughter. Garudamon's talons flexed against Dorumon's hips, her crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she held herself just above him—his cock buried deep inside her, but not quite to the hilt. "Congratulations, rookie," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement as she rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle. The motion made his breath hitch, his claws scraping uselessly against the tile beneath him. "You're officially *not* a virgin anymore." Her beak curved into a smirk as she leaned down, her massive breasts pressing against his heaving chest. "How does it feel?" Dorumon's voice came out as a broken whimper—half gasp, half growl—as Garudamon's inner walls pulsed around him in slow, deliberate contractions. "F-fuck," he choked out, his claws leaving deep gouges in the tile beneath him. His entire body trembled, muscles taut as bowstrings, every nerve alight with the sheer *heat* of her. "Feels like—like—" His sentence dissolved into a strangled moan as Garudamon rolled her hips again, her slick walls rippling around his shaft in a way that made his toes curl. Garudamon held herself perfectly still, savoring the way Dorumon trembled beneath her—his cock twitching inside her like a live wire, his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts. She could feel the rapid flutter of his pulse through her talons where they gripped his hips, could see the desperate way his claws scraped against the tile for purchase. *Adorable.* With deliberate slowness, she rolled her hips forward—just an inch, just enough to make his breath hitch—before pulling back again. The drag of his thick length against her inner walls sent sparks skittering up her spine, but she kept her expression carefully neutral. "Well?" she prompted, her beak curving into a smirk as Dorumon's ears flattened against his skull. "You were saying?" Garudamon's breath ghosted hot against Dorumon's muzzle as she hovered above him, her inner muscles clamping down in a slow, torturous rhythm that had his claws splintering tile. "I—" he tried, but the words dissolved into a choked groan as she rolled her hips again—just enough to make the thick ridge of his cockhead catch on her tightest ring of muscle. Garudamon's laugh was a dark, rolling thunder as she watched Dorumon's entire body seize beneath her—his cock twitching inside her like a dying fish, his muzzle gaping soundlessly. "Speechless?" she purred, rolling her hips in another slow, deliberate circle that made his claws splinter another tile. "Good." Her talons flexed against his hips, pinning him effortlessly to the floor as she lifted herself slightly—just enough to let the swollen head of his cock catch on her inner rim before dropping her weight back down with a wet *slap*. Garudamon's thighs flexed with predatory grace as she lifted herself slightly—just enough for Dorumon’s swollen cockhead to catch on her inner rim, the stretch making her beak part in a silent gasp. Then she dropped her full weight onto him in one fluid motion, sheathing him to the hilt with a wet *thud* that echoed off the locker room walls. Dorumon’s back arched off the tile, a broken shout tearing from his throat as Garudamon’s walls clamped down like a vise. Heat radiated from where they joined, her inner muscles fluttering around him in slow, deliberate pulses that felt suspiciously like laughter. His claws scrabbled against the floor, splintering another tile as Garudamon rolled her hips in a lazy circle—grinding his length against some hidden ridge that made his vision whiten at the edges. Garudamon's beak curved into a predatory grin as Dorumon's whimpers filled the locker room—high-pitched, desperate little sounds that cracked halfway through like overstrained vocal cords. The way his breath hitched when she clenched around him, the choked-off moan when her hips rolled just *so*, the broken gasp when her talons dug into his thighs—each noise sent a thrill down her spine. *Adorable.* Garudamon's wings flexed outward as she leaned forward, her talons braced against Dorumon's heaving chest. The shift in angle made him gasp—her inner walls tightening around him in a way that felt like being milked alive. Her massive breasts swayed with the motion, the damp heat of them pressing flush against Dorumon's muzzle as she loomed over him. The scent of her—musky sweat layered over something primal—flooded his senses, thick enough to choke on. Garudamon's hips moved with the precision of a predator—slow at first, savoring the way Dorumon's cock stretched her with each deliberate roll. Then faster, her talons digging into his hips as she rode him with a rhythm that bordered on punishing. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed off the locker room tiles, each thrust driving the air from Dorumon's lungs in ragged bursts. Garudamon's chest heaved with exertion, her massive breasts bouncing hypnotically with every thrust—each jiggle sending droplets of sweat flying from their flushed curves. Dorumon's muzzle twitched beneath her, his tongue darting out instinctively to catch the salty tang of her exertion as her nipples brushed against his lips. The scent of her—musky, primal, intoxicating—flooded his senses, thick enough to drown in. His claws scrabbled uselessly against the tile as Garudamon rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding the swollen head of his cock against some hidden ridge that made his vision splinter. Dorumon's claws finally found purchase—not on the tile, but on the heavy, swaying weight of Garudamon's breasts. His fingers sank into the impossibly soft flesh beneath her feathers, the heat of her skin searing through his pads. The moment his claws curled around her, she arched into his touch with a throaty growl that vibrated through his entire body. "Finally using those claws for something useful," Garudamon purred, her hips never slowing their relentless pace. Her breasts jiggled obscenely with each downward thrust, the damp tips of her nipples dragging across Dorumon's muzzle with every bounce. He could taste the salt of her sweat, the musk of her arousal—could feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat beneath his palms as her chest heaved. Garudamon's thighs flexed like coiled steel as she drove herself down onto Dorumon's cock with a wet, meaty *slap*—the force of it rattling his teeth, his claws sinking deeper into the soft give of her breasts. Her inner walls rippled around him in slow, deliberate waves, each contraction milking his length with terrifying precision. The scent of their coupling—musky, primal, thick enough to taste—hung heavy in the humid locker room air. Dorumon's claws sank deeper into Garudamon's breasts as she rode him with the precision of a predator toying with prey. Every downward snap of her hips drove the air from his lungs in ragged bursts, his cock stretching her obscenely with each punishing thrust. The locker room echoed with the wet slap of skin against skin, the scent of their coupling thick enough to coat his tongue—musky sweat, primal arousal, something electric that made his fur stand on end. Dorumon’s muzzle twitched beneath Garudamon’s swaying chest, his nostrils flaring at the heady musk of her sweat and arousal. Before he could overthink it, he leaned up and latched onto one of her pebbled nipples, his blunt teeth grazing the sensitive nippple in a way that made Garudamon’s hips stutter mid-thrust. A surprised, throaty growl rumbled through her chest—not anger, but happy astonishment—as her talons gently tangled in the scruff of his neck. Garudamon's breath hitched—an uncharacteristic break in her predatory rhythm—as Dorumon's muzzle closed around her nipple. His tongue swirled instinctively, the rough texture catching against the pebbled peak while his blunt teeth grazed just enough to make her thighs tremble. A thick bead of sweat rolled down the valley between her breasts, and Dorumon chased it with his tongue, lapping at the salt with a desperation that drew another rumbling growl from her chest. Garudamon's talons flexed against Dorumon's shoulders—not pushing him away, but pulling him closer, crushing his muzzle deeper into the sweaty valley between her breasts as her hips snapped down harder. The scent of her—musky, primal, alive—flooded his senses until his vision swam with it. Garudamon's thighs clamped around Dorumon's hips like steel traps as she rolled her weight forward—grinding the swollen head of his cock against some hidden ridge that made his vision flicker. A strangled sound tore from Dorumon's throat, muffled against the sweat-slicked valley between her breasts as her inner muscles pulsed around him in slow, deliberate ripples. The locker room air thickened with the scent of their coupling—musky sweat, slick arousal, something primal that curled hot in Dorumon's gut. Garudamon's breath came in ragged bursts above him, her wings flexing outward with each punishing downward thrust. "That's it," she purred, her voice rougher now, less controlled. Her talons raked down Dorumon's chest, leaving faint pink trails in their wake as she braced herself against his heaving torso. "Take it." Her hips snapped down harder, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles as Dorumon's claws sank deeper into the soft flesh of her breasts. Dorumon was in heaven—buried to the hilt in molten heat, his claws sunk deep into the impossibly soft flesh of Garudamon's breasts, his muzzle smothered in the musk of her sweat as she rode him with the precision of a predator savoring a kill. Every downward thrust stole his breath, every roll of her hips against his sent sparks skittering up his spine. Her inner walls pulsed around him in slow, deliberate ripples, milking his length with terrifying efficiency. The scent of her—musky, primal, alive—flooded his senses until his vision blurred at the edges, until the world narrowed to the heat of her body and the rhythm of her hips. Dorumon’s sac tightened violently as Garudamon’s talons slid lower, her claws cradling the heavy swell of his balls with possessive pressure. The sheer heat of her palm seared through his fur, the pads of her fingers pressing just enough to make his cock twitch against her stomach—a thick strand of precum smearing across her abs. Garudamon’s beak curled into a feral grin as Dorumon’s sac pulsed violently against her palm—each throb telegraphing the imminent flood locked behind his straining muscles. She could *feel* it building, the primal heat of his impending release throbbing against her claws like a second heartbeat. "Oh, rookie," she purred, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate circle that made his cock twitch inside her, "you’re *dripping*." Her talons flexed around his balls, the pressure just shy of painful—enough to make his breath hitch, but not enough to stop the inevitable. Dorumon's claws flexed against Garudamon's sweat-slicked breasts, his breath coming in ragged bursts as her inner walls pulsed around him in slow, deliberate ripples. "G-Garudamon—" he gasped, his voice cracking under the strain. His hips jerked upward involuntarily, his sac tightening against her palm in warning. "I'm—I'm gonna—" Garudamon's laughter rolled through the locker room like thunder, her crimson eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. Her talons tightened possessively around his balls, her hips never slowing their relentless rhythm. "Oh, I know," she purred, her beak brushing his twitching ear. "I can *feel* it." Her inner muscles clenched around him in a vice-like grip, milking his length with terrifying precision. "Let go." Dorumon's vision whited out as Garudamon's hips slammed down harder—her walls fluttering around him in waves that felt suspiciously like *laughter*. The scent of her—musky, primal, alive—flooded his senses as her talons cradled his sac with crushing pressure. "B-but—" he choked out, his claws sinking deeper into her breasts. "You'll—" Garudamon's beak curved into a feral grin as she leaned down, her massive chest pressing flush against his muzzle. "I *want* it," she growled, her voice thick with promise. Her talons flexed against his hips, pinning him to the tile as she rolled her weight forward—grinding the swollen head of his cock against some hidden ridge that made his toes curl. "I want *you*." The admission sent a jolt of electricity down Dorumon's spine—her words curling hot in his gut as her inner walls pulsed around him in slow, deliberate ripples. "G-Garudamon—" His voice cracked under the strain, his sac tightening violently against her palm. His hips jerked upward involuntarily, his cock twitching inside her in warning. Garudamon’s talons dug into Dorumon’s hips as she felt his cock pulse inside her—a violent, shuddering throb that made her inner walls clench reflexively. Her beak parted in a silent gasp as she *pushed* down harder, forcing him deeper than he’d ever been before, until the swollen head of his cock kissed the entrance of her womb with searing pressure. The moment his tip breached that final, forbidden ring of muscle, Dorumon’s entire body locked up beneath her, his claws ripping into her breasts as his voice shattered into a raw, broken scream. Heat flooded her core in thick, pulsing waves as Dorumon came—*really* came—his cock twitching like a live wire as he emptied himself directly into her womb. The sensation was electric, the sheer *force* of his release triggering Garudamon’s own orgasm. Her wings snapped outward with a deafening *crack*, her talons gouging into the tile beneath them as her own climax ripped through her with terrifying intensity. Her inner walls convulsed around him in erratic, punishing spasms, milking his length for every last drop as her thighs trembled violently around his hips. Garudamon’s breath stuttered as Dorumon’s cock twitched inside her—not just once, but in deep, rhythmic pulses that sent scalding heat flooding into her womb. The sheer *volume* of it made her wings shudder, her talons flexing against the tile as her stomach visibly distended with each thick surge. She could almost feel him knocking her up. She smiles at the panting rookie. "That's a lot, rookie," she purred, her voice hoarse as she rolled her hips lazily, milking the last few spurts from his oversensitive length. "You been saving this just for me?" Dorumon’s vision swam in dizzying spirals as Garudamon’s weight settled fully atop him, her inner muscles still fluttering around his oversensitive length in slow, possessive ripples. His breath came in ragged, shallow gasps—each inhale thick with the musk of their coupling, the salt of her sweat, the primal tang of his own release deep inside her. His claws, still buried in the soft flesh of her breasts, twitched involuntarily as another weak pulse of cum dribbled from his spent cock. Dorumon's eyelids fluttered like moth wings against a streetlamp—once, twice—before his vision tunneled into darkness. The last thing he registered was the weight of Garudamon's body still pinning him to the tile, her thighs trembling faintly around his hips as another weak dribble of cum seeped from his oversensitive length. Then his consciousness sputtered out entirely, his muzzle lolling to the side against the cool tile. Garudamon chuckled low in her chest—a rumbling, satisfied sound—as she felt Dorumon go completely limp beneath her. Her talons flexed against his hips, testing his responsiveness, but the rookie didn't stir. Not even a twitch. "Out like a light," she murmured, rolling her hips one last time just to feel his softening cock twitch inside her. A fresh bead of cum welled at the tip, mixing with her own slick as it dribbled down to pool on the tile beneath them. With practiced ease, Garudamon lifted herself off Dorumon's spent body, her inner muscles clinging to his length for a heartbeat before releasing him with a wet *pop*. His cock flopped against his stomach—still half-hard, glistening with a mixture of their fluids—as she rose to her full height. Her thighs were slick with evidence of their coupling, her feathers matted with sweat and cum. She stretched her wings outward with a satisfied groan, the joints popping audibly in the humid locker room air. She cleans up the mess they made and carries the sleeping Dorumon out.