Welcome to the disclaimer, that's right, the disclaimer: I hate this thing, and it's not like you're gonna pay attention, but oh well. This is a lemon; meaning it contains sex, if you wish to read graphically described sex, go on, if not, leave. NOTE: this starts off a little after Henry left Rika’s house in “Pleasure and Pain“. READ IT NOW IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY!! This is from Rika's point of view.

 

 

            I lay there, crying, unable to do anything but. I could feel the blood trickling from me still, and I didn't care.

            "Rika!" cried a voice, I instantly recognized it.

            "Rena...mon?" I asked weakly, just barely loud enough to be heard over my sobbing.

            “Rika, what happened? Who did this to you?” she questioned, anger growing in her voice.

            “H...Henry...”

            “I‘ll gut him out, see how he likes to have his insides torn open”

            “No” I said, turning on my side to look up at her.

            “How can I just let him get away with this!?” she said, and kneeled down beside me.

            “It’s...it’s my fault...it’s my fault all of this happened.” I sobbed, a fresh spring of tears opened up.

            “How could you say that?”

            “It‘s true...” I couldn’t continue through the tears any farther.

            I curled up, grabbing my knees, sobbing into them. I felt a warm paw under me, and I was lifted into Rena’s lap.

            “It‘ll be alright,” She said compassionately, as she held me close.

            We sit there like that for what seemed like hours, helpless to hold back my tears.

 

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            I woke in my bed that night...alone. I had never felt so alone in my life. I wanted Rena to hold me again, I needed her to. I don’t deserve her kindness; I’m such a whore.

            “Renamon...where are you?” I sobbed.

            There was no answer. No warm paw to greet me, no soft lap to make me feel safe...I was alone.

            As horrible as I felt, I had to pee, so I slowly forced myself to get up and out of bed. The night was cold, and I felt a shiver run through me as I got out of my bed. I wrapped my arms around myself trying to ward off the cold, to no avail, and walked somewhat quickly to the bathroom. I felt a little better afterwards, and decided to try and find Rena. She’s probably in the park...where else could she be? I left the house and headed towards the park, not caring that it must have been after midnight, judging by the darkness. Nor did I care that there was no moon out, making it abnormally black out. I just wanted to find Renamon.

 

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            I walked through the park slowly. I had gotten used to the cold, so I now walked with my arms at my sides.

            “Renamon...?” I called out softly, not expecting to be heard.

            Tears began to well up again, as I realize that I was now not only alone, but alone out here in the dark. It was then that my situation hit me... What if someone’s out here, just waiting to rape a little girl. All my instincts told me to run home, get out of here, but I didn’t. I sat down on a park bench and curled up, I couldn’t walk home right now, I was too broken up at the realization of just how alone I was in my time of need. I needed to be held, by anyone. I didn’t care, Takato, Rena, Juri...even Henry. I shook my head at this thought.

            “No. Not him.” but the thought remained.

            “What‘s wrong?” came a voice beside me, one I’d never heard, a man’s voice.

            I turned swiftly to see who had spoken; I was frightened by what I saw. A tall figure, over six foot, dressed from head to toe in black. Wait, something’s wrong.

            “Are you...a digimon?” I asked, not really able to make him out in the darkness.

            “Yes, I'm Sanguinemon. I suppose you can‘t see as well as me.”

            I shook my head. He then sat down next to me on the bench, and pulled me close.

            “Are you going to...to rape me?” I asked, frightened.

            “I would never do such a vile thing. Why would you even assume that?”

            I lowered my gaze away from him, not responding.

            “You mean, someone...?”

            “Yes” I said almost inaudibly, not looking at him.

            “I‘m sorry.”

            “Don‘t be...it was my fault.”

            “No, it isn‘t your fault. He forced you, how could that be your fault?”

            “It... it just is,” I said, not wanting to tell him what I had done.

            I managed to hold back my tears this time, but I think he could tell it hurt me.

            “I‘m sorry, I shouldn‘t have made you talk about it.” he said, stroking my hair softly.

            I pressed against him, “It‘s alright.” I said, and relinquished myself to him, realizing this is exactly what I had wanted.

            I looked up at him lovingly, "Thank you."

            "For what?"

            "For this."

            I nestled against his chest and closed my eyes, his strong arms holding me tight. He lay his cheek on my head, and I could feel the soft smile over his face.

            "Could we...go back to my house?" I asked hopefully.

            "If you wish."

            "Thank you."

            I can't believe I'm inviting a strange digimon I just met to my house. But there's something about him, it just makes me feel safe, like I already know him. To my surprise, he scooped me up in his arms and then...we vanished. It was only for a second, we were in this void, blacker even than the moonless night from which we came. And then...we were in my room.

            "What was that?" I almost screamed, shocked by the sudden occurrence.

            "I teleported," he looked at me apologetically, "I guess I should have warned you first."

            "You think. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

            "Well, no harm done though, right?"

            "I suppose." I agreed, smiling up at him.

            He sat me down, and for the first time, I got a good look at him. Had I seen him before, I doubt I would have stuck around to let him be here now. He was a rather frightful character, though not intimidating outside of his height. Standing obviously over 6 foot, he had short black fur all over his body, and long tail, and was rather thin. But he was still fit and I could tell he was very strong from when he held me. The trench coat he wore really made him seem dark, kinda scared me, but I looked past that, as I knew he was a very gentle mon.

            I hugged him tightly, my head right at the height of his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging back. I don’t know how it happened, only that it did. I really love him.

            “I want us to be together forever.”

            He said nothing, he didn’t need to. He stroked a hand over my hair, and I knew it would be alright. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed, laying me down before him and kneeling beside the bed.

            "Please...lay with me." I pleaded.

            He nodded and crawled over me, and lay down behind, wrapping me once again in his strong, comforting, arms. Then, he did about the last thing I would have expected him to do, and perhaps the one thing that I had been longer for most. I felt his hot breath on my neck, then the soft feeling of his lips trailing delicate kisses down to the base where he suckled gently. Anyone I'd have stopped, but this felt more right than anything I've ever done, and so I gave the one response I could muster under such pleasure.

            A barely audible moan escaped my lips, then a little louder as I felt a burning between my legs growing. The hand of his I wasn't laying on ran over my chest, rubbing my nipples through the material of my shirt, then snaked under it, caressing the bare skin.

            “Ooooh...Please, more.” I moaned, holding it down to little more than a whisper, as to not wake anyone.

            He said nothing, but let it be known, his intentions. His arm, which I lay on, moved down between my legs, rubbing me through my jeans, increasing the already spreading wetness in my panties. I clasped my legs around his hand, grinding my crotch against it, now moaning outright, unable to contain it. He then moved away from my neck, and pulled away altogether.

            I turned to face him, “Please, don‘t stop.”

            “I had no intention of it.” he said, grinning.

            He then moved his hands down, undoing my jeans, and pulling them off slowly, along with my soaked panties. I lay there in suspense of the pleasure to come, as he moved up between my legs. Finally, he buried his face in my cunt, wasting no time.

            “Aaaaaah!” I screamed out in pure ecstasy.

            I had had this done before, but t never felt this good. His tongue was gentle, but muscular, and amazingly smooth. He reached inside me, licking every crevice within reach, bolts of pleasure being sent through my entire body. He put his whole mouth over my lips, digging his tongue even deeper, and started literally sucking the juices from my hole. I moaned loudly, almost screaming, as my orgasm hit me all at once, spraying my juices into his mouth. Which he eagerly lapped up, prolonging my orgasm, as I writhed in the rapturous pleasure of my climax.

            I breathed heavily, almost panting as a beast would, as he pulled away from my crotch. He had never even made an effort to do anything more than please me, ignoring his own needs for mine. I could tell he wanted it, but I think I wanted it more.

            “I want to feel you in me, please.” I sort of half moaned, my orgasm not yet subsided.

            He undid his jeans, and slipped them off swiftly, but not over eager as a virgin. He left his coat on, which I honestly found kinda extra sexy. I stared at his rock hard member, glad that it wasn’t much bigger than a normal person’s, but still not sure if it would even fit at my age. God, it must be 8 inches. I whimpered slightly at the thought of this.

            “Don‘t worry, it‘ll be okay.”

            I nodded

            “If it hurts, tell me and I‘ll stop.”

            I nodded gingerly, I wasn’t going to deny him the pleasure he had given me, not him. He got over me, looking at me with those seductive cat eyes, and I was lost in them. A moment later it was broken as he entered my love hole.

            “PLEASE MORE, DEEPER!” I screamed out as he had pushed only half way, probably not wanting to hurt me.

            He pushed in further, causing me to grit my teeth as the last bit in. I considered telling him to stop, but had not time to. Having gotten no objection, he pulled back almost all the way out and thrust back in, hard.

            “AAAAAAAAAH!” I cried out in pain.

            He pulled back abit, before seeing my tears.

            “Are you okay?”

            “Too...too far,” I whimpered. “just that last inch.”

            “Okay, I‘ll be more careful, sorry.”

            He pulled back again, and thrusts in, stopping just a little short. This time I moaned out loudly, his rod filling me fully. He smiled and began humping at a steady rhythm, bringing me to a new plain of pleasure. His member was MUCH smoother than any human dick, like a buffed smooth piece of plastic. Except his cock was hot, and not so hard, pulsated with his beating heart. I can’t stand it any more, I’m gonna cum.

            I began humping up in time with his rhythm, coaxing him into going faster, my orgasm hit me full force. I pushed him over and got on top, never letting his cock slip out of me, and began pumping down on him as hard as I could. I was actually beginning to enjoy that extra inch slamming into me, pushing me just barely past my limit.

            “Rika! I‘m gonna cum!”

            “Yes! Cum inside my cunt! Please!” I screamed in orgasmic pleasure.

            I thrust down one more time with all my might, our hips slamming together, and felt his hot seed released into me, spraying hard, overflowing my insides. I fell on top of him, panting as heavily as he was, him still deep inside me. We lay there like that for what seemed like hours, just panting, both of us recovering from our orgasms. I then leaned up and kissed him softly on his slender, but muscular,  neck. I gave him a soft smile, looking into those deep cat eyes, no longer so seductive, but full of a happiness and compassion. He leaned up and kissed my lips delicately, as if they would break if he pushed on them, and smiled back. I beamed at this, and hugged him as tight as I could, my chin resting over his shoulder.

            “Thank you.” I said, not lifting my head.

            He giggled slightly, and I raised my head to look at him.

            “What‘s so funny?” I asked, smirking slightly.

            “Just, that‘s the third time you‘ve thanked me tonight.”

            “That‘s cause I‘m so thankful to have found you...I love you.”

            “And I you. I‘d like nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life.”

            I hugged tightly at this, burying my face in his chest, starting to cry.

            “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”

            He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, and lays a small kiss on the top of my head. I lay there like that, resting on him in his strong grasp, for hours. I loved being held in his arms, I’ve never felt safer or more at peace anywhere else in my life. I’m finally not alone...I thought as I dozed off.

 

 

 

I liked writing this lemon, perhaps more than any of my others thus far. I think I finally found that little something that I’ve been missing in the past. I’d like to thank Raka for that, his lemon showed me how to find it.

Well, as always, I do enjoy feedback. It’s been awhile so I’ll give you my e-mail again, it’s battleflag@hotmail.com