Here’s my usual copyright (don’t wanna be sued)
Copyright 4-1-04 by Tripteromon
This is the next chapter in my Tripteromon
series…
A Promise Fulfilled
“Bael, come back
to me,” said Tira. Bael was looking at
her. She turned and walked away from
him. “WAIT!” shouted Bael, diving for
her. She turned to him, sadness in her
eyes, and disintegrated. “NOOOOO!”
cried Bael. He suddenly fell into a
deep hole, which seemed to have appeared right underneath him. His vision blacked.
Bael awoke with a
start. His own shout had startled him
out of a restless sleep. Thank God it was only a dream, he
thought. He looked around. This
isn’t the village… Indeed, it was
not. He was in a dark forest, in a
small clearing, the moon shining down upon him. There was only one other source of light and it seemed to be a
ways away from him. Willing himself to
his feet, he went to find the light source.
He seemed to walk forever.
Finally he found the light source.
Bael was shocked. There was a
stick in the ground with a glowing sphere atop it. He was awed by this. What kind of magic is this? he thought. He looped around it several times, trying to
figure out how it worked. Suddenly, he
heard a stick snap. In an instant, he
was in a tree, looking for the source of the sound. A shadowy figure appeared, just outside of the light. The figure turned its head from left to
right, as if it were looking for something.
Then the figure stepped up the light stick. It was a young girl! She
wore a blue-and-white shirt with a broken heart on it and blue jeans. She also had the most beautiful red hair you
could ever see. However, her beauty was
marred by the tears streaming down her face.
Idly he noticed that his wings were missing. She was leaning heavily on the stick. Bael couldn’t stand to see women cry, so he decided to see what
the problem was. He silently leapt down
from the tree, and approached the girl.
He put his hand on her shoulder.
She gasped and spun around. She
found herself face-to-chest with a six-foot tall red fox. She looked up at him, throwing her hands up
in front of her face. “Please don’t
rape me!” she cried, her tears flowing faster.
There’s that thrice-damned word
again…thought Bael. Aloud, he said,
“What is this rape people keep talking about?”
She stared wide-eyed at him.
“You don’t know what rape is?” she asked. In that moment, Bael felt like the biggest idiot in the
world. “No,” he said. “I have heard the word, but never learned
its meaning.” The girl was silent for a
moment, considering something. “Rape is
when one person forces another to have sex with them,” she said, her voice
about to crack, as if she were going to start sobbing. Bael nodded. “Don’t worry,” he said.
“I have no wish to commit such an act.
I only wished to know why you were crying.” She wiped her eyes on her shirtsleeve. “I was crying because my friend Renamon is missing,” she said,
her eyes welling up with tears that threatened to fall. “I’ve been in this forest for hours, and
still haven’t found my way out. I don’t
know what will happen to her if I don’t find her.” Bael noticed that she was looking at him strangely, which in his
mind meant she wanted his help. “If you
wish,” he said. “I will help you.” Her face lit up in happiness. “Thank you so much,” she said. “My name is Rika.” She extended her hand to
him. Bael guessed at what he was
supposed to do. “Rika, I am
Tripteromon,” he said, grasping her hand.
He was loathe to using his true name because it might mean a close
association, when in fact he wanted to finish up with this and find out where
he was. Rika shook his hand twice. “Now, how are we going to find her?” she
asked. “We’ll take to the skies,” said
Bael, bringing his wings out. Rika stared
at them, as if she had never seen a winged digimon before. “Wow,” she said. “They’re so beautiful.” Bael
just nodded, getting down on his hands and knees. Taking the hint, Rika climbed on his back, carefully avoiding his
wings. She wrapped her arms around his
neck. Bael stood and took off, feeling Rika
tighten her grip around his neck. Then
they were in the air. Bael looked over
his shoulder at the girl. “Do you know
which way she went?” he asked. Rika shook
her head. “I saw her get taken,” she
said. “We came her to investigate a
digital field. When we arrived, the
field was empty. We started to leave,
when a dark figure appeared. Renamon dove
in front of me, telling me to run away.
I ran away, hearing her call out attack after attack. I went back there after a while, trying to
find her. She was gone. I’m afraid of what might have happened to
her.” Bael could feel her tears hit his
back. His heart hurt from the
story. “Don’t worry, Rika,” he
said. “We’ll find her.” Suddenly a loud, maniacal laugh rose from
the forest. On a hunch, Bael arrowed
straight towards it. He landed in a
tree and set Rika down. Bael looked
down. A Renamon was strapped by her
arms to a tree, a ball gag in her mouth, and her legs spread and strapped to the
ground. A Beelzemon stood in front of
her. He was the source of the
laughter. “That’s right, my sweet Renamon,”
said Beelzemon. “Cry all ya’ want. Noone will here you. Now, tell me where your tamer is or I’ll
rape ya’. If you tell me, I’ll rape ya’
anyway. GAHAHAHA!” The Renamon was sobbing
hard, tears flowing down her cheeks. Beelzemon
started to strip. Bael looked closely
at the Renamon. She seemed somehow
familiar to him. Then he gasped. This Renamon had a necklace on. A gold one.
Dangling from it was a red dragon scale. It was Tira. Something
inside him snapped. Bael let out a
battle cry and dove from the tree. “Terrasword!”
he shouted. His sword formed in his
hands. Beelzemon had just enough time
to turn around before the sword connected.
A shocked look came upon his face, which was frozen like that forever
when his top half was separated from his bottom half in one swing. Bael landed on his feet, his sword raised
for anymore trouble. He found it. There were Gazimon everywhere. They had obviously been put there to keep Tira
from running off. The Gazis started to
close in. Bael did the only thing he
could think of. “Blast Radius!” he
shouted. A small orb of white light
appeared in his hands. It flew out and
went to the nearest Gazimon. It touched
him and stuck. Bael snapped his
fingers. An almighty explosion erupted
from the tiny orb. Bael was thrown
backwards, right next to Tira. Rika’s
tree was knocked down and her leg was pinned underneath the top. Tira’s eyes were shut against the burst of
light. The Gazimon weren't as
lucky. Blood and internal organs flew
everywhere. Screams fill in the points
when the explosion didn’t generate much noise.
And then, all was silent. As the
dust settled and the smoke cleared, Bael could barely make out Tira’s prone
figure, right next to him. Finally the
debris had cleared. Blood covered much
of the ground and surrounding tree trunks, staining them crimson. Limbs were strewn everywhere. Only one Gazimon remained in mostly one
piece. He was still alive, but was
bleeding out. He wouldn’t be alive much
longer. Bael went over to the wounded
one and rammed his sword through his head, ending the Gazi’s life quickly and
painlessly. Bael walked back to Tira. With four quick sword strokes, he had
relieved her of arm straps, legs straps, and the gag. She looked up at him. “Bael?”
she asked hopefully. “Yes,” he
replied. “I have returned to you,
lovely one.” He reached a hand down to
her. She grasped it and hauled herself
up. As soon as she was on her feet, she
embraced Bael. Tears flowed down her
cheeks as she looked into the face of her lover. “I never thought I was going to see you again,” she said, her
voice cracking. She broke down into
sobs. Bael just held her close. She looked into his deep purple eyes and
kissed him. Bael returned the kiss, turning
all the rage he had felt into passion and passing it to Tira in a kiss. “Help me,” said Rika, her voice small from pain. Bael released Tira quickly, mentally
smacking himself over forgetting about Rika.
He ran to the tree and tugged.
The tree wasn’t about to give in to him. Bael focused his energies.
“Tripteromon Metallo-digivolve to Mepteromon!” he called. Instantly he was metal again. He grabbed the tree and tugged upwards. The tree flew straight up, freeing Rika. He grabbed Rika and stepped off to the side,
avoiding getting smashed by the tree on its way down. He set her down next to Tira.
Rika grasped her friend tightly. Bael could hear her ragged gasps for
breath. She’s in intense pain, he thought.
Disregarding all social requirements, he reached down and grasped her pants. With a hard pull, he tore them off. The side of her leg was bloody. Bael looked up. “Tira,” he said. “You’re
a healer. Gather some herbs quick. Her leg is bleeding badly.” Tira, her eyes wide, helped Rika sit down and
rushed off, searching for healing herbs.
Bael grasped Rika’s leg with one hand, trying to stop the bleeding. Rika looked deep into those big purple eyes,
a shaky smile forming on her face. Bael
couldn’t figure out what she had to smile about. Within a few moments, Tira returned, a bucket of water and an
armful of aloe all she had to show for her search. Bael grabbed the water bucket and poured a little onto Rika’s
leg, blood flowing off in torrents. Tira
grabbed a bit of aloe and, breaking it, squeezed small drops of the healing
liquid onto the wound. Rika gasped in
pain as droplets of water and sap entered the gash in her leg. Tira poured more water and aloe juice onto Rika’s
leg. Bael, meanwhile, had de-digivolved
back into his regular form. Calling up
his Terrasword, he nodded to Tira. She
grabbed Rika’s hand. Bael pressed the
flat of his blade against the wound. Rika
shrieked as the blade burned her leg.
After a few moments Bael removed the blade from her leg. The wound had been burned shut, but a red
imprint of the blade was left on her leg.
Rika sighed in relief as the pain subsided. She leaned heavily against Tira’s chest, her tongue hanging out,
as if she didn’t have enough energy to pull it back. She held Tira close to herself, unwilling to release her. Bael went up next to Rika, grasping her
hand. She pulled herself off of Tira. Turning to Bael, she did what nobody present
expected. She kissed him. She reached up and grasped Bael’s head,
pulling his head down to her. Bael looked
up at Tira, hoping she wasn’t angry. Tira’s
face showed that she wasn’t angry.
Instead, she seemed happy. She
nodded at him, smiling. She stood and
walked into the forest. Taking this as
an ok, Bael leaned into the kiss, giving over to Rika the passion and worry he
had felt when he had helped tend her wound.
She ran her hands along his chest, feeling the defined muscles there. Bael in turn ran his hands across the bloodstained
front of her shirt. It was cold out and
Rika’s sensitive nipples confirmed that, hardened by the frigid air. Bael grabbed Rika’s shirtfront with one hand
and the back by the other. With a light
tug, her shirt parted at the seams, revealing teenage breasts that were not
bound by a bra. Bael reached out and
grabbed one, giving it a light squeeze.
Rika moaned in pleasure. Bael broke
the kiss and leaned down to her tits. He
licked the large mounds around the bases, making figure eights. Rika moaned his name softly, her hand
groping around his crotch. She found Bael’s
hidden sheath, which was covered in red fur, making it almost impossible to
see. She started to stroke it expertly,
receiving moans telling her that she had found the right spot. Bael’s member extended from his sheath, it’s
black head stretching out as far as it possibly could. Rika looked down at it. It must have been at least a foot long! She bent her head to it, her mouth
wide. Bael suddenly licked long and
heavily across her right nipple. Her
head shot up and her body shook as she came.
It was her first orgasm. Her
panties got soaked thoroughly. Her
moans shook the area. This area was
almost totally devoid of trees, because of Bael’s Blast Radius. She looked up at him, smiling. She moved her head down again and put her
mouth over Bael’s cock. She ran her
tongue over the head. Bael’s breathing
became heavy, his orgasm mounting. He
put his hands around the back of Rika’s head, lightly pushing her head down
more. Rika obligingly sucked
harder. Soon Bael felt something. “Rika, I’m…CUMMING!” he shouted, releasing
his large load into her mouth. Rika tried
to take it all down, but a lot still leaked out of her mouth. She leaned up again, licking her lips. “Tastes like heaven,” she whispered. Bael released her from the hug and licked
her cleavage. His tongue ran down her
stomach. Bael stopped at her navel,
licking inside and outside it. Rika gasped
at the feelings. Bael left her navel
and licked down to her panty line.
Gripping Rika’s panties, he yanked them down to her ankles. Continuing its journey, Bael ran his tongue
down to her hair-covered cunt. He
licked around her slit, reveling in her moans.
Her body rocked as another orgasm hit her. Her fluids ran into Bael’s face, entering into his mouth,
covering his fur. Bael leaned up from
her puss and kissed her. She licked his
face clean of her juices. Bael pushed Rika
onto her back. He placed his member at
her nether entrance. “Are you ready for
this?” he asked, grasping her hand. She
nodded. Bael slid his member slowly
into her. She groaned as its length
slid into her. Suddenly she gasped in
pain. He had reached her hymen. Without waiting to ask her, he drew back a
short ways and rammed his cock through the barrier. Rika shrieked as her maiden-head was cut. Tears flowed from her eyes. Bael’s entire length made it in before his
momentum stopped. He waited a few
moments, allowing Rika to get used to the size and rid herself of the
pain. As he was waiting, Bael looked
down. A small trickle of blood was
flowing down the side of his cock. Bael
felt instantly sorry for causing her pain.
Soon, Rika’s crying stopped.
Nodding to Bael, she spread her legs wider. Slowly, then faster and faster, Bael thrust into her. Rika moaned and groaned as Bael pounded
her. Her orgasm built faster than she
ever thought could be possible. She
cried out as she came again. Her
muscles contracted around Bael’s stick, causing him to come as well. Their juices mingled and fell out. Rika fainted from pleasure. Bael slowly withdrew from her. Taking the rags that had been Rika’s pants
at one time, he wiped her juices off of his cock. A hand touched his shoulder.
Bael jumped. Turning his head,
he saw Tira. She knelt down nexted to
him and kissed him. Bael returned the
kiss forcefully. Tira sat down on his
lap, Bael’s still-erect member right next to her knee. “Bael,” she said. “I’ve missed you.” Bael smiled
at her. “What do you mean, my love?” he
asked. “I don’t remember coming here,
but it was only yesterday that I passed out after defeating Gallantmon.” Tira shook her head sadly. “Bael, I’m sorry,” she said. “You haven’t been gone a day. You’ve been gone three years.” Bale stared wide-eyed at her. “Three years?!” he cried. “I can’t believe it…” He shook his head. Tira rubbed her nose against his in an eskimo kiss. “Don’t worry about it, my love,” she said. “I’ve haven’t had a man since you
disappeared that day. That was why I was
crying when Beelzemon was about to rape me.
I had been saving myself for the day when you would return to me. Now that you’re here, I can finally feel
your love again.” She kissed him
again. Bael gave her a lick on the
cheek, deriving a shiver from her. Bael
lifted Tira up so that her cunt was eye level with him. He rammed his tongue deep inside her. She moaned and arched her back. Bael kept licking her. After only a few moments, she came. Bael lowered her back to his lap. “Drive it into me, Bael,” cried Tira. “I want you inside me. Let me feel it.” Bael inserted his cock into her cunt, feeling it hold his cock
snuggly. Tira moaned and arched her
back as Bael slid into her. He put his
member all the way into her, until it was impossible to tell where one ended
and the other began. Tira embraced Bael,
holding him close. Bael put his hands
on her hips and lifted her up and down, ramming his cock deep into her. She moaned his name in ecstacy. Her body spasmed and she came, but Bael wasn’t
done there. He wanted to make sure she
never forgot what it felt like to be with him.
He kept going. Harder and
harder, faster and faster, he pounded her.
She came again, but Bael still wasn’t done. He rubbed her nipples, enhancing her pleasure. She came once again.. Her juices had started to leak out of her
pussy. Bale rammed her deep one last
time and released his cum into her. “Tira!”
he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Baeltar!”
screamed Tira. She came a last time,
their juices mixing and falling out. Bael
caught some in his hand and licked some of it.
“Tastes sweet, like candy,” said Bael, offering some to Tira. She licked his hand all over, getting all
the juice off. Bael disengaged from
her. The held each other close again,
whispering each other’s names. Bael stood. Tira laid down on the ground and fell
asleep. Bael picked up Rika and moved her
closer to them. Lying down between
them, Bael extended his wings over them, covering them, making sure they would
keep warm during the night. He fell
asleep.