Chapter Eleven – “The Absolute”
It was many
and many a year ago, 
In a kingdom
by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of
Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love
and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this
kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love - I and my
Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her
and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this
kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful
Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her
away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre In this
kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying
her and me -
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know, In this
kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and
killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who
were older than we - Of many far
wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons
down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the
beautiful Annabel Lee
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the
beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the
beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, In her
sepulchre there by the sea - In her tomb by
the side of the sea
-Edgar Allan Poe.
Meanwhile...
“Were you seen by anyone?” Renamon asked briskly. “I told you not to go out in broad daylight.”
“If I hadn’t gone outside,” her cohort added. “Then we wouldn’t be eating right now.”
Renamon sighed as her friend took off her long woolen cloak, and began placing shabby packages on the table. She turned around and saw Renamon smiling.
“What’s so funny?”
“Not exactly the candlelit dinner I was expecting,” she said standing up beside MirrorRenamon. “But I suppose that after twenty-one years of searching, I’m grateful for this anyway.”
With that Renamon grabbed MirrorRenamon around her hips and pulled her in tightly towards her. MirrorRenamon, looked quite alarmed, but Renamon didn’t care and looked past it. She gazed longingly into her lover’s eyes, feeling a rush of so many emotions; she couldn’t take time to concentrate on one. She wanted so badly when she had first saw her long lost mate yesterday at the edge of the valley to say so many different things, and ask so many different questions, but there simply wasn’t any time, for there was word of horrible happenings in the Valley, and they had to flee.
Now, it was a day later, and they had all the time in the world to themselves secluded in their underground shelter, well hidden from whatever dangers may have arisen on the surface, and they could make the world stop spinning if they wanted to and make every second they spent together last an eternity, but even though they were in no rush, Renamon still couldn’t bring the words to her lips, and found herself simply staring at MirrorRenamon instead. This time, at least, she managed to say something.
“I missed you ... so much ...” and then she gave her a light kiss that lasted a few seconds before she pulled away again. “Its strange ... I’ve never ... felt ... this weak before.”
Renamon was not lying when she said this. She had never felt so feminine, and so at the mercy of the fates and destiny. Never before had she imagined how vulnerable she could feel when in the arms of the one she loved. She had felt awfully light-headed the day she had read that poem Rika taught her, “Annabel Lee,” to MirrorRenamon. MirrorRenamon seemed to really enjoy it, and wanted Renamon to bring her more poetry but she hadn’t gotten around to it just yet.
“Well if your legs get a bit wobbly,” MirrorRenamon replied smiling kindly. “And you feel like you’re about to fall, no need to worry, because I’m here to catch you. Now ... let’s eat.”
“Oh ... of course,” Renamon said nodding. “Sorry, I just got caught up in the moment.”
She hesitated a bit before letting go of MirrorRenamon and sitting down at the table that had been so hastily set. They both immediately ripped open the packages that MirrorRenamon had gotten from the surface. It certainly wasn’t lean cuisine and looked more like rations than a meal.
“So ...” Renamon said taking a bite. “Tell me ... what have you been doing all these years? How did you end up in the Valley?”
MirrorRenamon looked up from her meal apparently not expecting conversation during dinnertime.
“Yes well ...” MirrorRenamon said clearing her throat a
bit. “I guess when I arrived back in the Digital World I just ... wandered a
while. At the time, everything was in upheaval because of the D-Reaper, so I
found the safest place I could ...
Renamon nodded in acknowledgement.
“I’ve made many sacrifices MirrorRenamon,” Renamon began.
“Please,” her mate interrupted kindly. “Call me Mir. MirrorRenamon is so informal ...”
“Well ... Mir,” Renamon said slightly disappointed by the name change. “I’ve made many sacrifices over the past twenty-one years to see you again ... don’t tell me that you plan to spend the rest of your life in this godforsaken place.”
Mir chuckled helping herself to another bite of the grayish meat in her container.
“What’s wrong with this quote unquote ‘godforsaken place’?”
Renamon looked at her with a look of utmost concern in her eyes. She hadn’t waited twenty-one years to find Mir only to have her settle in such a lowly place. “Don’t you want to go on adventures? Feel the thrills of life? Not only is this one of the most dull places I’ve ever been too Mir, but its dangerous in a quiet way. The Digimon who come through here are really quite ... shady. The whole ‘mysterious’ gimmick can only go so far before it becomes worrisome. I have a really bad feeling about this place...”
Mir shrugged.
“It may be ‘worrisome’ to you,” she replied grabbing another slab of meat. “But to me, it’s a home, and a place where I don’t have to worry about the troubles of the outside world.”
“But Mir,” Renamon protested. “Things have changed over the years! Guilmon’s become Emperor and-”
“A virus-type as the leader of the free world?” Mir said a bit surprised. “Are you sure this ‘new world’ you speak of is as safe as you claim?”
“Yes!” Renamon said banging on the table with her fist. “Things are changed! Digimon are equal, and there are no abominations like the D-Reaper to threaten the balances of power!”
Mir smirked.
“Are you sure about that?” she asked earnestly. “How can there be no evil left in the world? Without evil, there can be no good, just as there can be no pleasure if there is no pain and no death if there is no life. What you say is an unfeasibility.”
Renamon sighed a bit.
“I’m telling you the truth Mir!” she exclaimed. “There is nothing for you here. Leave now, while you still can? There’s so much more to life outside this dark place! I-”
“Then tell me,” Mir said quietly. “Why did you leave?”
Renamon fell silent, and for a long time neither of them spoke until finally Renamon decided to reply.
“It was too much,” Renamon sighed. “All the fame ... the paparazzi and the fanfare, I couldn’t deal with it, but that was paired with the fact that I needed to find you Mir.”
Renamon reached across the table to where Mir’s right paw lay flat in the table, and placed her own identical left paw atop hers.
“But I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night,” she said softly. “Knowing that you’re still stuck here.”
Again, there was a long unbroken silence, but this time it was Mir’s turn to react first.
“Look,” Mir said. “I love you Renamon, and I know that you love me. This place ... this valley ... it’s been all that I’ve had all my life. Twenty-one years I spent here, just as you spent twenty-one years looking for me to begin with. I don’t want to leave this place now that I’ve been here so long ... but if it means so much to you, you don’t want to live here with me, and you’re so confident in your visions of a changed world ... I’ll ... I’ll think about moving.”
Renamon smiled, got up from her seat and hugged Mir, who got up anticipating Renamon’s move. She embraced her in a tight hug, her fur rubbing up against her doppelganger.
“That’s the Mir that I remember,” she said softly. “I worked to damn hard to find you and I’m not letting you go again, no matter what.”
Mir smiled and returned the hug, but the warmth emanating
from Renamon’s body was starting to make her feel strange. It was a feeling she
remembered only having once before, twenty-one years ago in a little lab room
in
“I don’t believe I’ve given you a tour of the place,” she said smiling. “Maybe we should start with the bedroom.”
And with that, hand in hand, they moved into the only other room in the burrow. Indeed, Renamon had not been there before because she hadn’t felt like sleeping the night before. Inside this room; this was scarcely larger than the former one. In the center of the carved area was a shabby looking mattress that looked as if it were made of rock, and had a blanket thrown over it to cover it up. Sure, it looked uncomfortable as anything, but Renamon didn’t care. This is what she had waited twenty-one years for. This is why she had spent such a large chunk of her life in seclusion. All that mattered right now was with her long lost lover, and her long lost lover was with her.
And I thought I needed candlelight, Renamon thought to herself a bit nervously. It had been such a long time since she had had release, namely the day that she had last seen Mir, back in the Real World. Don’t worry about it Renamon, its just like riding a bike ... an extremely pleasurable bike, but a bike nonetheless ...
Mir got onto the bed and signaled for Renamon to take a seat. Apparently she was going to give a bit of a show before the real fun began. She gave Renamon one more sly smile before laying back on the mattress with her knees up. Then, both of her legs unanimously lowered in opposite directions giving Renamon a perfect view of Mir’s lovehole. Then, displaying the mirror-effect that they had experienced years ago as they both simultaneously took off their gloves , looked at each other with the same exact loving smile and began fondling themselves for the other’s enjoyment.
Just as they had back in Dr. Wong’s lab, however, the soon began to act on their own individual consciences, and developed their own original show for the other. While Mir was tweaking the nipples of her emerging breasts, the lips of her vagina beginning to sweat profusely, she watched Renamon waste no time soaking her fingers in her own saliva before sticking two fingers deep inside of herself. For a brief moment, Renamon could have sworn that she felt as if her breasts were being pinched, and Mir felt as if her snatch was the one being dipped in and out of by two furry white fingers.
Deep within herself, Renamon felt her sex drive becoming active, as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body, pulsing through every vein, and emanating from every nerve ending her body could muster, It wasn’t long until they had completely forgotten about anything and everything else that was going on outside of the room at that time, as they continued to pleasure each other by pleasuring themselves. As if there was some kind of mental bond between the two of them, they soon lost track of who was rubbing what, and felt as if both operations were being performed on them. Renamon moaned, and Mir groaned, Renamon bucked, and Mir’s fur rippled as if caught in the wind. It was bliss.
By now, the fur on Renamon’s index and middle fingers was completely matted down with her own juices, but in all honesty, in the back of her mind, she felt as if they were Mir’s juices. She switched hands for a second so that she could bring her profusely saturated fingers up to her lips, inhale the deep strawberry sent that had come from within her, and lick it - first with quick almost tentative strikes of her tongue, but soon with full corrosive sucking motions. She treated it as if it were some kind of Popsicle, whose depletion would decide the very fate of her life.
Meanwhile, Mir was pinching her nipples so hard that they had swollen to twice their normal size. She didn’t feel the need to finger herself, as she felt as if something was already down there – Renamon. She knew now that this bond between her and Renamon was one that could not be broken at any costs, and she appreciated this reality more than anything else right now. At this point, Mir began to lactate unexpectedly as creamy white milk began to dribble slowly out of the cavities in her chest. Across from her, unbeknownst to her because they both had their eyes closed, Renamon began to lactate too, although she couldn’t tell because it was only becoming mixed in with the equally wet sweat that had begun to cover her body.
Renamon now began to huff loudly as she felt her own orgasmic detonation creeping up from within her loins. She trust her head from side to side feeling from the prelude to this burst of pleasure, that this was going to be one of the most powerful orgasms in her life. She felt exactly as she had all those years ago, like a bullet train was rushing towards her getting closer ...
... and closer ...
... and closer ...
... and closer ...
... and closer-
... but then, just before she experience the moment of perfectionist orgasmic bliss that she had so been looking forward too, her eyes snapped shut, she stopped messaging herself, and all of a sudden everything stopped. At that same moment, Mir had sat up, stopped playing with her chest and was looking right at Renamon as Renamon looked right back at Mir. For at least thirty seconds they just sat in their respective positions covered in lubricant, milk, and perspiration, just staring at each other unblinkingly speaking without words or expression. Reading each others minds they went into the next phase of their love making, their pent up sexual energy still waiting to implode from within them.
Renamon fell forward from her chair onto the bed, which was, as she had speculated, rock hard, and pushed Mir on her back all in one quick motion. A millisecond later, she was lying in between Mir’s legs, still panting heavily, as was Mir, looking into her lover’s eyes. Mir suddenly realized that she was reading Renamon’s every thought as if her mind had become an open book.
“How ..” she began but Renamon shushed her.
“Don’t ask questions my love,” she whispered in the quietest voice she could muster. “And you don’t have to worry about getting answers ...”
And before Mir could respond, Renamon let her head fall down to Mir’s and they embraced in yet another passionate kiss, only this one a continuous French kiss, an exploration of each other’s souls, and minds as well as their mouths. Never, in either of their lives had they anticipated being able to share this kind of closeness with another person; thinking as they thought, moving as they moved. It was strange, it was distorted, but somehow, beneath it all, it was perfect in its own way.
Renamon began to gyrate grinding herself into the sex of Mir’s. She had a weird feeling, however, as if Mir was using every once of her available power to hide something from her during their soul connection, but she didn’t really care what it was at the moment, and soon forgot it as her clitoris emerged and rubbed directly against Mir’s.
“Oooohhhhhh,” they both uttered, shuddering involuntarily. Mir sat up a bit to continue their kiss, but Renamon shook her head. “It’s time.”
And Mir, understanding what she meant immediately watched as Reanamon got up from her current position, and turned around only to lie back down again. They were now, as they were last in that lab twenty-one years ago, in the sixty-nine position. Wanting to feel release from this tensing block of sexual energy that was building up inside of themselves, they wasted no time grasping their respective lover’s hips and diving right in to their well lubricated slits. Simultaneously, they licked up and down the slit itself, and with that same synchronized manner nibbled and drooled on the rosebud on the top.
Moaning and groaning in each others arms they humped the face of their respective lickers wanting release now. Mir’s moans had reached a quick-paced fever pitch and she sounded like a soprano in a choir moments after when it morphed into pure screeching.
“Ugh!” Renamon grunted feeling that train rushing towards her once again, but this time she was going to let it hit her at full force. “UGH! UGH! UGH! I ... I ... love you-AHHHHHH!”
She felt the longest most electrifying orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. Even her fur seemed to be lit on fire, as the both of them had begun screaming on the top of their lungs, the creamy liquid dripping onto Mir’s face, and Renamon laying down in a puddle of Mir’s liquids, too exhausted from her orgasm-in-progress to even lift her head as the geyser below her exploded onto her chin. For a moment, Renamon even confused the orgasm with pain due to its high intensity, and then she remembered why she had spent all this time looking for Mir, and didn’t regret a second of it.
Finally it was all over, and for a long time, neither of them could will themselves to move, so they just laid there in each other’s grasps, gasping as if they had survived the world’s worst asthma attack.
“Mir?” Renamon panted, and Mir moaned in response. “I’m ... glad ... I got to know myself again.”
And then in each other’s arms they spent the night.