Alright, here is the first chapter of a series I have started(a couple times now) Honestly want to know what everyone thinks of it. So you all know, they are all Original Characters, set in a different universe then the others and for this story, I won't be adding crossovers. Chapter one is heterosexual human, though I intend on adding yuri, yoai, and more later on. So let me know what you think.
The small hotel's ground floor was lacking visitors, the night drawing around the city and sending those with normal sleeping habits to bed. Others were waking at the coming moon, preparing to leave for their jobs in the twenty-four hour city that was Las Vegas. The lights never shut off, neon and florescent lights blinking without unity, blinding those who gazed into the bright like a moth to a flame. The hotel was set far enough away so that the ground floor was lit only by it's own lights, a soft warm white bouncing off the hardwood floor. It had a sense of elegance to it.
The echo of footsteps reverberated in the room, the hotel clerk glancing over his magazine to see who had entered the door. A young man was quickly crossing the distance to his desk. His dark brown hair was about shoulder length, pulled back into a tail. His clothes were simple, a gray tee-shirt under a black over shirt and faded blue jeans. He wore what appeared to be boots, most likely lending him another inch, topping him off at 6'1, a few inches taller then himself, but certainly more tan. The clerk adjusted the buttons on his outfit, making sure he was presentable to his last customer of the night.
“Good evening sir. How may I help you this fine night?” The clerk stood at attention, a smile on his face brought forth by years of work. As the figure finally stopped at the desk, the clerk was taken aback for a moment by the man's gray eyes. They seemed powerful, commanding. “W-Would like to check into a room for the night? We have some rooms available,” the clerk stuttered.
The man's voice was calm and polite enough, helping to ease the clerks tension. “That would definitely do me some good. I can't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep. I'll take the cheapest you have.” The man shifted the load he was carrying, a backpack hanging on his shoulders and a duffel bag held firmly in his left hand.
“Of course, first I'll need to see some I.D. and it will run you $50 a night, so I will need a method of payment.”
The man reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, setting down his duffel bag as he rummaged through it searching for his I.D. He pulled it forth after about a minute of searching handing it to the clerk. “Here ya go,” he said as he read the clerk's name tag, “Richard”. Richard took the I.D. and proceeded to begin entering data into the hotel's computer system. He looked up as he was finishing. “And what will be your form of payment, Mr. Lunen?” he asked the customer.
“Debit,” the man replied, handing over a bank card. The clerk continued entering information into the computer as he was handed the card. When he finished the entering what was needed, he gave the customer his card key. “Here you go, sir. Your room is on floor seven, number 138. Would you like me to get your bags for you?” Richard asked, hoping he wouldn't say yes. He was already tired and the duffel bag looked heavy.
“Nah, thanks but I got it. You look like you haven't had a decent nights sleep in awhile either. Working you to the bone?” the guest asked.
Richard smiled, “You know it. Well is there anything else I can you get you before you leave?”
Mr. Lunen stared at the ground for a moment before replying, “How about two bowls of beef stew or the closest you got to it?”
“Sure thing Mr. Lunen, it will be up in an hour, if that is okay. One of our workers will be bringing it up for you then. You have a good night sir.” Richard waved off the man as he smiled and proceeded to the elevator. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the bag kick. He stared at it a few more moments, before dismissing it to his lack of sleep. “They really have been working me to the bone.” He looked back at his desk and noticed a few green bills sitting atop it. He pocketed the money before even counting it. Like dad always said, he thought to himself, “it doesn't matter how much. You aren't in it for the tips. Don't ever count on them, and don't count them.” He settled back down into his seat, pulled his magazine out from the shelf on the front desk, leaned back and went back to reading his magazine.
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The man swiped his card through the door's slot, the lock clicking as he twisted the handle. He stepped in, dropped his bags in the middle of the floor, and instantly fell onto the bed resting in the middle of the room. A customary mint rested against his forehead, but he was too tired to care. The sound of a bag rustling around caused him to finally lift his head to stare at the duffel bag. After a few more moments of the sides of the bag jumping around, the zipper parted slightly and a small reptilian head peered out of the hole. The head gazed around the small room, it's movements sudden and quick. “Its okay Compiomon, the room is safe,” the man said as he rolled back over. The zipper moved the rest of the way down and the lizard creature jumped immediately onto the bed, clearing the three foot gap. The turkey sized Digimon immediately sat next to it's tamer. “Christopher, you can't sleep yet,” the lizard half hissed. “the food will be here soon. Remember?”
Christopher looked at the Digimon, sarcastically replying “You and food, how silly of me to forget.” The lizard merely stuck it's tongue out and proceeded to explore the room.
“How long do you think we'll be staying here?” Compiomon questioned as he jumped up onto the table adjacent to the small window, which to the Digimon's disappointment, didn't include a view.
“At $50 a night, I doubt anymore longer then two nights. At that price, my college fund would be depleted in no time. We have to make this money last, until I can figure out what we are going to do,” Christopher answered, half inaudible with his face in a pillow. Compiomon leaped back onto the bed, butting heads with Christopher. He did his best to ignore it, but finally gave up and lifted his head and glared at the little Digimon. Compiomon mimicked the glare for a moment, then suddenly snapped his head at the mint, leaping away with his prize. Christopher just groaned. “At least unwrap it this time, Compiomon?”
“Too late,” was the reply from the lizard, as Chris let out an exhausted sigh.
“I'm going to take a shower, Compiomon. Don't open the door and try to stay out of trouble,” Chris said as he grudgingly rose from the warm bed to the bathroom a few feet away.
Compiomon looked up at his tamer, the mint still between his teeth. “No promises. It seems to have a habit of finding us.”
Chris just responded with a grunt. He stepped into the cramped hotel bathroom, removing his clothes and his necklace, the only piece of jewelry he wore. He gazed at the small sword pendant, a gray jewel embedded in the center of it's hilt. He gave it a kiss and placed it with the rest of his belongings. He proceeded to turn the shower on and stepped into the hot water, resting his head on the wall as the water ran over his body. He let his mind wander, memories slipping in and out of his focus as he enjoyed the feeling of the water. As much as he tried to fight it off, his mind once again recalled the memories of her.
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Christopher grunted as he turned away from the origin of the voice. “Come on, sleepy head. You gotta wake up, babe.”
Christopher rolled over and looked up into her face, her smile stretching. The sunlight was falling across the bed, her form silhouetted by the window. The woman was leaning over Chris, her brown eyes locked on his. “Danelle, it's early.” Christopher tried to act upset. “You had better have a good reason for waking me up.”
“Well, some one certainly has woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Danelle retorted, sticking her lower lip out, pouting.
Christopher just smiled and said, “That is because you woke me up on the opposite side as the window, and I can't see your pretty face.”
Danelle giggled. “That was even cornier then usual.” Danelle suddenly let out a yelp as Chris suddenly grabbed her by her waist and swung her onto the bed pinning her arms to the mattress as she squirmed and wiggled underneath him.
“You haven't told me why you woke me up yet.” Chris glared at her.
“And I'm not going to, so there!” she retorted, her brown hair falling into her face. She attempted to lift her hand up to move the strands, only to remember that Chris had a hold of them.
“Fine, I'll just have to make you tell me!” With that, Chris began tickling Danelle's sides, the girl squirming underneath him and laughing hysterically. This continued for several minutes, Chris periodically giving her a breathing break and asking her is she was ready to tell, returning to the torture he was administering to his love. Finally she gave, trying to breath through fits of laughter.
“I came in here to give you a present.” With that, Danelle suddenly flipped Chris over, pinning him to the mattress and locking lips with her surprised victim. Chris instantly returned the kiss, his tongue gently exploring hers, her hands letting up as Chris placed his on her back, his fingers making small circles on her back, sending small shivers through Danelle's body. Danelle in turn placed her hands on Chris's bare chest, enjoying the warm skin. She broke the kiss, lifting her head and staring into Chris's eyes. “Your eyes. They're blue today.” Chris just smiled and resumed kissing Danelle, his hands lifting the shirt up above her chest. He slowly stroked the sides of her stomach as he continued to kiss her, his hands slowly getting closer to her breast with every passing. He broke the kiss, pulling Danelle's shirt the rest of the way off of her body and throwing it to the side.
Danelle sat on his waist, letting Chris take in the view. She slowly reached her hands to the clasp in the back and unclasped the bra, the garment falling atop Chris's chest. She picked it up and tossed it onto the discarded shirt. Chris slowly let his hands trail up Danelle's smooth body, slowly circling her breast and rising to her face, slowly pushing the hair covering it to the side. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Chris.” The two once again kissed, Danelle remaining atop the love of her life. Chris hands found their way to Danelle's breast, making slow circles around the small buds, getting closer but never touching them, Danelle's breathing becoming quicker. She began running her hands through Chris's hair. He slowly took her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, slowly squeezing and flicking them. Danelle responded with a small moan, her grip on his scalp slightly tightening. Chris broke the kiss, instead choosing to focus his attention on her breasts, slowly and lightly licking her right one while still teasing the left with his fingers. She continued moaning a little, her excitement growing.
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Chris jumped at the sudden banging on the hotel room door, nearly slipping in the shower. He regained his composure, turning off the water, and quickly throwing on a robe. He went over to the door, checking the room to ensure that Compiomon was out of sight. The last thing he needed was one of the cleaning ladies to notice a talking, bipedal, turkey sized lizard in his room. Satisfied that the Digimon was out of sight, Chris cracked the door slightly. Better not to take chances, he thought to himself. Outside stood a young Latina female, long brown hair and a gold polo shirt on. Chris gazed at her, possibly a few moments to long he realized. He quickly averted his gaze, hoping she hadn't noticed. The blushing on her face told him she had. He silently cursed himself as he unlatched the lock on the door. She said hello and quickly set about setting up the two bowls beef stew. She quickly said her goodbye and was out like that.
“I think you embarrassed her,” Compiomon said as he leaped onto the chair beside the table, already starting to chow down on his stew.
“Yea, yea, yea.”
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Richard bent the serving girl over, her arms planted against the wall for support as he quickly pounded her, the sound of skin on skin filling the break room. He pulled her shirt up over her chest, began to massage her breasts and entered and withdrew from her, her moans becoming louder with every push.
“Richard, don't stop,” she moaned, enjoying the feeling of his member filling her. Richard replied by nibbling on her neck as he continued his fondling. Her moans reached an apex as her walls clutched onto him, the sensation causing Richard to lose control and spilling his seed inside of her, causing her to shudder at the unexpected result.
They both finally let go of each other, panting as they slid to the ground. They continued to kiss for a few moments, Richard still fondling her chest. In a few moments, Richard was hard again, his member standing at attention. “Well Vanessa, you ready for round two?”
Vanessa giggled and grasped Richard, slowly pumping him up and down, a slight sigh escaping his lips. She slowly puckered hers, and slid Richard into her mouth. Richard laid back and failed to notice the bell ring, signaling someone had entered the main lobby.
Richard was about to reach his climax, tapping Vanessa on the shoulder to let her know. But instead of getting off, she continued to please him, sucking harder and lightly nibbling on her way back up. It was enough to bring Richard over, his fluid hitting the back of her throat as she gulped what she could down. Afterword, they both rose without a word and began replacing their clothes, sneaking kisses and peaks at each other the whole while. Richard began to sweat, something that was unusual for him. “Vanessa, is it getting hot in here or is it just...” Richard noticed Vanessa was staring at the doorway, where a tall figure stood, wearing what appeared to be a hooded cloak, concealing their face and everything else. “Who the hell are you? You aren't allowed back here sir.” Richard continued to sweat, his clothes starting to become wet.
“I'm looking for Christopher Lunen,” the voice was low and powerful, full of anger and hate. Richard instantly didn't like where this was going.
“Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave or I'll...”
“You'll what? Call the police?” The voice laughed, his hands coming out of his sleeves. To Richard's amazement, they seemed to be covered in fire. “I'm not afraid of your police, or of your race really.” Suddenly the room was ablaze, fire filling the room as the creature lifted his hands, flames flowing from his fingers to the two humans before him. The creature waved his hands, all the flames suddenly vanishing just as soon as they had appeared, before the detectors had a chance to go off. Nothing but ashes remained where Richard and Vanessa had once been. The creature chuckled. “Guess I'll have to check myself.”
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Chris and Compiomon continued eating their soup in silence, Chris eating simply because he had to rather then because he was hungry. What he wanted was nothing more then sleep. He wasn't sure he was feeling at all well either. He felt warm, almost as if he had a fever. “Hey Compiomon, you feeling warm at all?”
“Now that you mention it,” the Digimon said through a mouth full of beef, “it is rather warm.”
Chris walked over to the balcony door, sliding it open to let in the cool air. But as he stepped away, he felt the temperature rise by more then a few degrees, sweat beading his forehead. Now Compiomon was worried, sniffing the air. “Chris, something isn't right.”
He had learned early on that when Compiomon said something was wrong, it was time to start moving. "Not even a chance to sleep huh?" Chris ran over to his bag and lifted it onto his back. “We're outta here Compiomon. It is always better safe then sorry. Let's go.” Chris left the duffel bag, choosing speed over stealth. He could always get another. He undid the latch to his room and opened his door. As he did so he was hit with a blast of hot air, his vision becoming hazy. He squinted down the hall, hearing the distant ring of an elevator. In the distance, he saw a cloaked figure step out and look immediately at him, lifting it's right arm towards him.
Chris slammed the door shut, scooping Compiomon into his arms as he ran towards the balcony. "You ready Compiomon?" His Digimon responded with a nod of his head. As he reached the railing, the door suddenly blew away as the room was filled with flames, everything going up in shades of yellow, orange, and red. Chris leaped off the railing, reaching into this pocket as their free fall began, flames passing just over their heads as the two plummeted from eight stories up. Chris pulled a metal object out, a small screen fixed upon it's top. “Compiomon, Digivolve!”
Energy surged through the little Digimon, Compiomon glowing white as his form suddenly grew in size. His body began to morph. "Compiomon Digivolve to..." His stature grew, arms becoming muscular, body lengthening. "Velocimon!" The newly changed Digimon's body was dark brown, it's form resembling that of a raptor, his only difference being the two monstrous wings that had sprouted from his back. Chris immediately reached for Velocimon's neck as they plummeted down, stretching himself straight along his back. Velocimon quickly stretched his wings out, the sixteen foot span catching the wind, allowing him to effectively glide the remainder of the way to the hotel's outer parking lot. He pulled back, his wings catching more air as he landed on the asphalt. Chris slid down his back, landing at the Digimon's feet as it turned to gaze at the inferno they had just narrowly escaped.
The room looked to be torched, flames leaping out of the window, the railing they had cleared charred black. A shadowy figure stood in front of the inferno, his form nothing more then a black spot amidst the fire. In an instant, the flames suddenly converged on the figure, swirling around him. The next instant, they were gone, nothing but the silhouette remaining. The creature walked off the edge of the balcony, it's cloak billowing as it plummeted the eight stories. It crashed into the ground, dust and debris rising from the contact. Chris and Velocimon stared intently, Chris's knuckles turning white with the grip he held on his Digivice.
"Fireball!" The dust suddenly swirled, a ball of fire emerging from it's depths towards the two.
"Crimson Tail!" Velocimon spun his body, his tail surrounded by a deep red mist. The two attacks made contact, the fire sputtering out as Velocimon regained balance and steadied itself, body tense for what was next. The dust had vanished, and in the middle of the small crater left by the original impact stood a creature larger then a man, completely covered in flames. "Meramon. I should have guessed they would send you," Velocimon hissed.
"Come now," Meramon said, his lips slightly moving against the sewing that held them shut, "that is no way for you to greet a friend, is it?"
"And burning up their hotel room is?" Chris replied sarcastically.
"You haven't changed a bit, Chris." Meramon clenched his fist. " I'm gonna enjoy..."
Chris feigned a yawn “Man, you guys can't even let a guy get some sleep, can ya? Don't worry Velocimon, this guy will be a breeze.”
“When I'm through with you punk, you'll have plenty of time to sleep!” Meramon yelled as he raised his hands, ready to eliminate his targets.
“Velocimon, let's show him what for. GO!”
A Demon's Return
Ch1-Temperature Spike
The small hotel's ground floor was lacking visitors, the night drawing around the city and sending those with normal sleeping habits to bed. Others were waking at the coming moon, preparing to leave for their jobs in the twenty-four hour city that was Las Vegas. The lights never shut off, neon and florescent lights blinking without unity, blinding those who gazed into the bright like a moth to a flame. The hotel was set far enough away so that the ground floor was lit only by it's own lights, a soft warm white bouncing off the hardwood floor. It had a sense of elegance to it.
The echo of footsteps reverberated in the room, the hotel clerk glancing over his magazine to see who had entered the door. A young man was quickly crossing the distance to his desk. His dark brown hair was about shoulder length, pulled back into a tail. His clothes were simple, a gray tee-shirt under a black over shirt and faded blue jeans. He wore what appeared to be boots, most likely lending him another inch, topping him off at 6'1, a few inches taller then himself, but certainly more tan. The clerk adjusted the buttons on his outfit, making sure he was presentable to his last customer of the night.
“Good evening sir. How may I help you this fine night?” The clerk stood at attention, a smile on his face brought forth by years of work. As the figure finally stopped at the desk, the clerk was taken aback for a moment by the man's gray eyes. They seemed powerful, commanding. “W-Would like to check into a room for the night? We have some rooms available,” the clerk stuttered.
The man's voice was calm and polite enough, helping to ease the clerks tension. “That would definitely do me some good. I can't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep. I'll take the cheapest you have.” The man shifted the load he was carrying, a backpack hanging on his shoulders and a duffel bag held firmly in his left hand.
“Of course, first I'll need to see some I.D. and it will run you $50 a night, so I will need a method of payment.”
The man reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, setting down his duffel bag as he rummaged through it searching for his I.D. He pulled it forth after about a minute of searching handing it to the clerk. “Here ya go,” he said as he read the clerk's name tag, “Richard”. Richard took the I.D. and proceeded to begin entering data into the hotel's computer system. He looked up as he was finishing. “And what will be your form of payment, Mr. Lunen?” he asked the customer.
“Debit,” the man replied, handing over a bank card. The clerk continued entering information into the computer as he was handed the card. When he finished the entering what was needed, he gave the customer his card key. “Here you go, sir. Your room is on floor seven, number 138. Would you like me to get your bags for you?” Richard asked, hoping he wouldn't say yes. He was already tired and the duffel bag looked heavy.
“Nah, thanks but I got it. You look like you haven't had a decent nights sleep in awhile either. Working you to the bone?” the guest asked.
Richard smiled, “You know it. Well is there anything else I can you get you before you leave?”
Mr. Lunen stared at the ground for a moment before replying, “How about two bowls of beef stew or the closest you got to it?”
“Sure thing Mr. Lunen, it will be up in an hour, if that is okay. One of our workers will be bringing it up for you then. You have a good night sir.” Richard waved off the man as he smiled and proceeded to the elevator. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the bag kick. He stared at it a few more moments, before dismissing it to his lack of sleep. “They really have been working me to the bone.” He looked back at his desk and noticed a few green bills sitting atop it. He pocketed the money before even counting it. Like dad always said, he thought to himself, “it doesn't matter how much. You aren't in it for the tips. Don't ever count on them, and don't count them.” He settled back down into his seat, pulled his magazine out from the shelf on the front desk, leaned back and went back to reading his magazine.
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The man swiped his card through the door's slot, the lock clicking as he twisted the handle. He stepped in, dropped his bags in the middle of the floor, and instantly fell onto the bed resting in the middle of the room. A customary mint rested against his forehead, but he was too tired to care. The sound of a bag rustling around caused him to finally lift his head to stare at the duffel bag. After a few more moments of the sides of the bag jumping around, the zipper parted slightly and a small reptilian head peered out of the hole. The head gazed around the small room, it's movements sudden and quick. “Its okay Compiomon, the room is safe,” the man said as he rolled back over. The zipper moved the rest of the way down and the lizard creature jumped immediately onto the bed, clearing the three foot gap. The turkey sized Digimon immediately sat next to it's tamer. “Christopher, you can't sleep yet,” the lizard half hissed. “the food will be here soon. Remember?”
Christopher looked at the Digimon, sarcastically replying “You and food, how silly of me to forget.” The lizard merely stuck it's tongue out and proceeded to explore the room.
“How long do you think we'll be staying here?” Compiomon questioned as he jumped up onto the table adjacent to the small window, which to the Digimon's disappointment, didn't include a view.
“At $50 a night, I doubt anymore longer then two nights. At that price, my college fund would be depleted in no time. We have to make this money last, until I can figure out what we are going to do,” Christopher answered, half inaudible with his face in a pillow. Compiomon leaped back onto the bed, butting heads with Christopher. He did his best to ignore it, but finally gave up and lifted his head and glared at the little Digimon. Compiomon mimicked the glare for a moment, then suddenly snapped his head at the mint, leaping away with his prize. Christopher just groaned. “At least unwrap it this time, Compiomon?”
“Too late,” was the reply from the lizard, as Chris let out an exhausted sigh.
“I'm going to take a shower, Compiomon. Don't open the door and try to stay out of trouble,” Chris said as he grudgingly rose from the warm bed to the bathroom a few feet away.
Compiomon looked up at his tamer, the mint still between his teeth. “No promises. It seems to have a habit of finding us.”
Chris just responded with a grunt. He stepped into the cramped hotel bathroom, removing his clothes and his necklace, the only piece of jewelry he wore. He gazed at the small sword pendant, a gray jewel embedded in the center of it's hilt. He gave it a kiss and placed it with the rest of his belongings. He proceeded to turn the shower on and stepped into the hot water, resting his head on the wall as the water ran over his body. He let his mind wander, memories slipping in and out of his focus as he enjoyed the feeling of the water. As much as he tried to fight it off, his mind once again recalled the memories of her.
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Christopher grunted as he turned away from the origin of the voice. “Come on, sleepy head. You gotta wake up, babe.”
Christopher rolled over and looked up into her face, her smile stretching. The sunlight was falling across the bed, her form silhouetted by the window. The woman was leaning over Chris, her brown eyes locked on his. “Danelle, it's early.” Christopher tried to act upset. “You had better have a good reason for waking me up.”
“Well, some one certainly has woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Danelle retorted, sticking her lower lip out, pouting.
Christopher just smiled and said, “That is because you woke me up on the opposite side as the window, and I can't see your pretty face.”
Danelle giggled. “That was even cornier then usual.” Danelle suddenly let out a yelp as Chris suddenly grabbed her by her waist and swung her onto the bed pinning her arms to the mattress as she squirmed and wiggled underneath him.
“You haven't told me why you woke me up yet.” Chris glared at her.
“And I'm not going to, so there!” she retorted, her brown hair falling into her face. She attempted to lift her hand up to move the strands, only to remember that Chris had a hold of them.
“Fine, I'll just have to make you tell me!” With that, Chris began tickling Danelle's sides, the girl squirming underneath him and laughing hysterically. This continued for several minutes, Chris periodically giving her a breathing break and asking her is she was ready to tell, returning to the torture he was administering to his love. Finally she gave, trying to breath through fits of laughter.
“I came in here to give you a present.” With that, Danelle suddenly flipped Chris over, pinning him to the mattress and locking lips with her surprised victim. Chris instantly returned the kiss, his tongue gently exploring hers, her hands letting up as Chris placed his on her back, his fingers making small circles on her back, sending small shivers through Danelle's body. Danelle in turn placed her hands on Chris's bare chest, enjoying the warm skin. She broke the kiss, lifting her head and staring into Chris's eyes. “Your eyes. They're blue today.” Chris just smiled and resumed kissing Danelle, his hands lifting the shirt up above her chest. He slowly stroked the sides of her stomach as he continued to kiss her, his hands slowly getting closer to her breast with every passing. He broke the kiss, pulling Danelle's shirt the rest of the way off of her body and throwing it to the side.
Danelle sat on his waist, letting Chris take in the view. She slowly reached her hands to the clasp in the back and unclasped the bra, the garment falling atop Chris's chest. She picked it up and tossed it onto the discarded shirt. Chris slowly let his hands trail up Danelle's smooth body, slowly circling her breast and rising to her face, slowly pushing the hair covering it to the side. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Chris.” The two once again kissed, Danelle remaining atop the love of her life. Chris hands found their way to Danelle's breast, making slow circles around the small buds, getting closer but never touching them, Danelle's breathing becoming quicker. She began running her hands through Chris's hair. He slowly took her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, slowly squeezing and flicking them. Danelle responded with a small moan, her grip on his scalp slightly tightening. Chris broke the kiss, instead choosing to focus his attention on her breasts, slowly and lightly licking her right one while still teasing the left with his fingers. She continued moaning a little, her excitement growing.
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Chris jumped at the sudden banging on the hotel room door, nearly slipping in the shower. He regained his composure, turning off the water, and quickly throwing on a robe. He went over to the door, checking the room to ensure that Compiomon was out of sight. The last thing he needed was one of the cleaning ladies to notice a talking, bipedal, turkey sized lizard in his room. Satisfied that the Digimon was out of sight, Chris cracked the door slightly. Better not to take chances, he thought to himself. Outside stood a young Latina female, long brown hair and a gold polo shirt on. Chris gazed at her, possibly a few moments to long he realized. He quickly averted his gaze, hoping she hadn't noticed. The blushing on her face told him she had. He silently cursed himself as he unlatched the lock on the door. She said hello and quickly set about setting up the two bowls beef stew. She quickly said her goodbye and was out like that.
“I think you embarrassed her,” Compiomon said as he leaped onto the chair beside the table, already starting to chow down on his stew.
“Yea, yea, yea.”
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Richard bent the serving girl over, her arms planted against the wall for support as he quickly pounded her, the sound of skin on skin filling the break room. He pulled her shirt up over her chest, began to massage her breasts and entered and withdrew from her, her moans becoming louder with every push.
“Richard, don't stop,” she moaned, enjoying the feeling of his member filling her. Richard replied by nibbling on her neck as he continued his fondling. Her moans reached an apex as her walls clutched onto him, the sensation causing Richard to lose control and spilling his seed inside of her, causing her to shudder at the unexpected result.
They both finally let go of each other, panting as they slid to the ground. They continued to kiss for a few moments, Richard still fondling her chest. In a few moments, Richard was hard again, his member standing at attention. “Well Vanessa, you ready for round two?”
Vanessa giggled and grasped Richard, slowly pumping him up and down, a slight sigh escaping his lips. She slowly puckered hers, and slid Richard into her mouth. Richard laid back and failed to notice the bell ring, signaling someone had entered the main lobby.
Richard was about to reach his climax, tapping Vanessa on the shoulder to let her know. But instead of getting off, she continued to please him, sucking harder and lightly nibbling on her way back up. It was enough to bring Richard over, his fluid hitting the back of her throat as she gulped what she could down. Afterword, they both rose without a word and began replacing their clothes, sneaking kisses and peaks at each other the whole while. Richard began to sweat, something that was unusual for him. “Vanessa, is it getting hot in here or is it just...” Richard noticed Vanessa was staring at the doorway, where a tall figure stood, wearing what appeared to be a hooded cloak, concealing their face and everything else. “Who the hell are you? You aren't allowed back here sir.” Richard continued to sweat, his clothes starting to become wet.
“I'm looking for Christopher Lunen,” the voice was low and powerful, full of anger and hate. Richard instantly didn't like where this was going.
“Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave or I'll...”
“You'll what? Call the police?” The voice laughed, his hands coming out of his sleeves. To Richard's amazement, they seemed to be covered in fire. “I'm not afraid of your police, or of your race really.” Suddenly the room was ablaze, fire filling the room as the creature lifted his hands, flames flowing from his fingers to the two humans before him. The creature waved his hands, all the flames suddenly vanishing just as soon as they had appeared, before the detectors had a chance to go off. Nothing but ashes remained where Richard and Vanessa had once been. The creature chuckled. “Guess I'll have to check myself.”
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Chris and Compiomon continued eating their soup in silence, Chris eating simply because he had to rather then because he was hungry. What he wanted was nothing more then sleep. He wasn't sure he was feeling at all well either. He felt warm, almost as if he had a fever. “Hey Compiomon, you feeling warm at all?”
“Now that you mention it,” the Digimon said through a mouth full of beef, “it is rather warm.”
Chris walked over to the balcony door, sliding it open to let in the cool air. But as he stepped away, he felt the temperature rise by more then a few degrees, sweat beading his forehead. Now Compiomon was worried, sniffing the air. “Chris, something isn't right.”
He had learned early on that when Compiomon said something was wrong, it was time to start moving. "Not even a chance to sleep huh?" Chris ran over to his bag and lifted it onto his back. “We're outta here Compiomon. It is always better safe then sorry. Let's go.” Chris left the duffel bag, choosing speed over stealth. He could always get another. He undid the latch to his room and opened his door. As he did so he was hit with a blast of hot air, his vision becoming hazy. He squinted down the hall, hearing the distant ring of an elevator. In the distance, he saw a cloaked figure step out and look immediately at him, lifting it's right arm towards him.
Chris slammed the door shut, scooping Compiomon into his arms as he ran towards the balcony. "You ready Compiomon?" His Digimon responded with a nod of his head. As he reached the railing, the door suddenly blew away as the room was filled with flames, everything going up in shades of yellow, orange, and red. Chris leaped off the railing, reaching into this pocket as their free fall began, flames passing just over their heads as the two plummeted from eight stories up. Chris pulled a metal object out, a small screen fixed upon it's top. “Compiomon, Digivolve!”
Energy surged through the little Digimon, Compiomon glowing white as his form suddenly grew in size. His body began to morph. "Compiomon Digivolve to..." His stature grew, arms becoming muscular, body lengthening. "Velocimon!" The newly changed Digimon's body was dark brown, it's form resembling that of a raptor, his only difference being the two monstrous wings that had sprouted from his back. Chris immediately reached for Velocimon's neck as they plummeted down, stretching himself straight along his back. Velocimon quickly stretched his wings out, the sixteen foot span catching the wind, allowing him to effectively glide the remainder of the way to the hotel's outer parking lot. He pulled back, his wings catching more air as he landed on the asphalt. Chris slid down his back, landing at the Digimon's feet as it turned to gaze at the inferno they had just narrowly escaped.
The room looked to be torched, flames leaping out of the window, the railing they had cleared charred black. A shadowy figure stood in front of the inferno, his form nothing more then a black spot amidst the fire. In an instant, the flames suddenly converged on the figure, swirling around him. The next instant, they were gone, nothing but the silhouette remaining. The creature walked off the edge of the balcony, it's cloak billowing as it plummeted the eight stories. It crashed into the ground, dust and debris rising from the contact. Chris and Velocimon stared intently, Chris's knuckles turning white with the grip he held on his Digivice.
"Fireball!" The dust suddenly swirled, a ball of fire emerging from it's depths towards the two.
"Crimson Tail!" Velocimon spun his body, his tail surrounded by a deep red mist. The two attacks made contact, the fire sputtering out as Velocimon regained balance and steadied itself, body tense for what was next. The dust had vanished, and in the middle of the small crater left by the original impact stood a creature larger then a man, completely covered in flames. "Meramon. I should have guessed they would send you," Velocimon hissed.
"Come now," Meramon said, his lips slightly moving against the sewing that held them shut, "that is no way for you to greet a friend, is it?"
"And burning up their hotel room is?" Chris replied sarcastically.
"You haven't changed a bit, Chris." Meramon clenched his fist. " I'm gonna enjoy..."
Chris feigned a yawn “Man, you guys can't even let a guy get some sleep, can ya? Don't worry Velocimon, this guy will be a breeze.”
“When I'm through with you punk, you'll have plenty of time to sleep!” Meramon yelled as he raised his hands, ready to eliminate his targets.
“Velocimon, let's show him what for. GO!”