06-12-2007, 10:53 PM
< Star's Apartment >
Richter ravished and pawed over Star's body as his unrestrained lust, for her, intensified. He drove his tongue further into her mouth, kissing her hard...and hot...and deep. Grasping her fur-covered breasts, he tugged and tweaked her nipples; her gentle murring spurring him on. His bushy, grey tail swished to and fro, as he pressed his clothed erection tighter against the Renamon's receptive crotch.
The Digimon's native pink potion had done it's job - stripping away the veneer of the wolf's inhibitions; releasing the raw, untamed, sexual animal that was buried beneath his refined exterior.
In his past, the wolf had had a strict upbringing, at home. He had been raised to honor and respect everyone, especially females. But this did not prepare him for real life. Kindness and consideration did save his past few realtionships; which all ended in heartache and emotional disaster. Thus, he was reluctant to persue sexual situations, however they might arise. But for now, this was a moot point.
The restrictiveness of Richter's clothing was playing havoc with his erection, as his petting and foreplay reached a fevered pitch. Abruptly jumping to his feet, he whipped down his pants and underwear, flinging them, with his foot, to the far side of the room. Looking down upon the sofa, he eyed his sexual prey: the beautiful, seemingly vulnerable Renamon. Standing before her, panting hotly, his erect cock in plain view, the wolf grinned at her, baring his sharp white teeth.
Richter ravished and pawed over Star's body as his unrestrained lust, for her, intensified. He drove his tongue further into her mouth, kissing her hard...and hot...and deep. Grasping her fur-covered breasts, he tugged and tweaked her nipples; her gentle murring spurring him on. His bushy, grey tail swished to and fro, as he pressed his clothed erection tighter against the Renamon's receptive crotch.
The Digimon's native pink potion had done it's job - stripping away the veneer of the wolf's inhibitions; releasing the raw, untamed, sexual animal that was buried beneath his refined exterior.
In his past, the wolf had had a strict upbringing, at home. He had been raised to honor and respect everyone, especially females. But this did not prepare him for real life. Kindness and consideration did save his past few realtionships; which all ended in heartache and emotional disaster. Thus, he was reluctant to persue sexual situations, however they might arise. But for now, this was a moot point.
The restrictiveness of Richter's clothing was playing havoc with his erection, as his petting and foreplay reached a fevered pitch. Abruptly jumping to his feet, he whipped down his pants and underwear, flinging them, with his foot, to the far side of the room. Looking down upon the sofa, he eyed his sexual prey: the beautiful, seemingly vulnerable Renamon. Standing before her, panting hotly, his erect cock in plain view, the wolf grinned at her, baring his sharp white teeth.
