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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.