It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time (part 5) a little MummArch fic by Lithrael
Happy discalimers & warnings: This fic is fairly violent, nekkid, sadistic, and more than a little naughty. This chapter is, at last, where the fun starts. I think it's still Spice-Channel legal though, until next chapter. Oh.. if anybody knows what that shoulder-and-cape-thing Arukenimon wears is really called, let me know. I'm calling it a 'cowl' for now but I don't think that's right. I don't own nuthin'. I'm just borrowing the characters to be mean to them for a bit and then smoosh them together. On with the fun.
The kiss went on for minutes, their inhibitions melting as they realized they were at last free to lay hands on one another without judgement or reproach. Mummymon started out chaste, happy enough to be touching her at all. But as soon as Arukenimon realized that she delighted in inflaming him, he didn't have a chance. At first, she stroked his back while he kept his gloved hands on her shoulders, but soon she reached up and guided his hands slowly down until they rested on her chest. She liked the strange feeling of warmth, but she wanted more.
Arukenimon undid the top three buckles of Mummymon's coat, and that was enough to expose her bare chest. She pressed herself against him, loving the feel of his warm skin against hers.
The contact was enough to make Mummymon practically delirious with desire. Once he realized what she was doing, he pulled back a little, hastily stripping off his gloves. She did her best to distract him by slowly, gracefully, undoing the jacket's belt and the rest of the buckles, so that it hung from her shoulders, a tease in itself. He could not resist.
He slipped his hands beneath the jacket and it slid off of her, falling almost silently to the ground. She reached under her cowl and released the clasp at the neck of her dress. After that all it took was a shrug, and the remains of the dress spilled from her shoulders, crimson shreds sloughing down to hang from her belt. She stood there, half-naked in front of him, and berated herself for being nervous. This was Mummymon, for fuck's sake.
Mummymon, for his part, was far too swept up to be nervous. He pulled her beautiful form into a tender embrace, desperate to feel her against him after the taste of it a moment ago. There were more things he wanted to feel, though, and he unwrapped his arms from around her and discovered the wonderful warm velvet feeling of her skin beneath his bare hands.
Mummymon hardly ever touched anything directly. In his Gijinka he had his ever-present gloves and as a Digimon, his fingers were formidable dark claws. At first he'd worn the gloves to help him get used to the diminished sense of touch he had in full Digimon form. Secretly, though, he'd decided he would deny himself his sense of touch, just to make his desire for Arukenimon a little sweeter, a little more painful. He did have a masochistic streak, though he knew he couldn't let Arukenimon find out. He was pretty sure she would overdo it, seeing as she already tested his boundaries as it was.
In the end it had worked to his advantage. This was a fiery awakening for his hungry senses. Touching her at all was erotic- when he skimmed his fingers up her ribcage and fondled her perfect white breasts, and she choked out a pleasurable little sigh, he was on fire. His restraint buckled a little and he dove onto her chest with his mouth, licking and sucking, wanting her, and wanting her to make that sound again..
She gasped and sighed, Mummymon's warm, wet tongue stroking the soft flesh of her breasts, teasing her small, dark nipples, already sensitive and hard. He nipped at her, gently, and it hit her as another hot jolt of pleasure in the belly, warming her insides. "Oh..." she murmured, flexing her grip on his shoulders, "yes..."
Mummymon responded well to encouragement, not so eager to please that he would abandon his other efforts. He returned to bite again in good time, teasing her with sharp teeth that were only a shade whiter than her sweet ivory skin.
She leaned back into his hands, forcing him to support her rather than explore. He got around this, shifting his position to hold her with one arm, which freed up his other hand to caress her. He wanted her to finish undressing, but it didn't look like she had any intentions of doing so. Perhaps she had handed the reins over to him? He trailed his hand softly down her lightly muscled belly and let it come to rest on the buckle of her dress. He gave one of her breasts a tender last kiss and pulled back to look into her face as he worked the belt loose and let it fall.
It was the keystone of her damaged dress, and when it was gone the red dress easily slipped from her hips, almost pouring from her form and pooling around her feet, revealing her plain but seriously sexy red underwear. Mummymon fell into her gaze, getting well and truly lost in her, hoping she wouldn't stop him. She certainly didn't look like she had any second thoughts, and he was trying not to let himself worry that she would change her mind.
He found and caught the collar of his coat with the toe of one shoe, and kicked. The coat arced up off the ground, sailing back, and settled back down almost perfectly spread out over the soft leaves. He laid a warm hand on Arukenimon's hip and leaned forward, further forward, until he was laying her down on the bed he'd made of his jacket.
She shivered, flooded with emotions. But there was no hesitation anymore, no nervousness. Just the new, hot excitement of her flesh, and Mummymon, beside her now, stroking her body in a long, slow caress of the bare skin between her cowl and boots. She got up on one elbow and caught him for a long, deep kiss. His hand touched her face in an echo of his foolish display of affection the day before, then moved to rest on the back of her neck, under her warm, long white hair. Her own vulnerability thrilled her, a feeling she had never expected. They had traded places, she realized- now he had power over her. Of course Mummymon would sooner wrestle a bullet train than harm her, but his hands were large and powerful all the same.
Mummymon pulled back from the kiss with a teasing nip at her lower lip. She smiled at him warmly, petting his wide chest with her fingertips. He responded by stroking her belly with the back of his hand, gazing into her eyes, lovestruck. She still hadn't touched him anywhere below the belt. He didn't worry about it, not yet, since he could see where she might be rather shy of it. He was more than willing to let her set the pace, but perhaps he could spark her into action... "You know what I want," he said softly, "but you haven't told me what you want."
"If you make me think about it," she replied, "I might change my mind."
"If you change your mind, I'll be no worse off than I have been these last four years. I'm used to it, you know." He cocked his head and gave her a laviscious grin. "I could get used to this, too..."
She hit him with a half-playful punch, but couldn't help smiling. "You want to know what I want?" she asked. Suddenly she reached down, slipping out of her underwear with a minimum of striptease. Mummymon chewed on his tongue a little, trying not to get too anxious. His autopilot was loudly volunteering to take over now, but he wasn't anywhere near ready to initiate anything that would lead to the end of this encounter, not yet.
But then she crooked one long, slender leg and moved it to rub against him, spreading her legs more than a little in the process. A delightfully mischievous smile crept onto her blushing face, and she said, "I want to see what you can do."
Mummymon blinked. Good god... she was inviting him to do as he pleased. He spent a few moments just being lost in the thought of it, then climbed over one leg and gazed with fascination at what she was offering. He had known for a long time what he wanted to do for her - even if he could only have her once, it would be to give her this. More than anything else, he wanted her to feel ultimate pleasure - and know it was him that had made her feel it. This moment of favour could be fleeting. She could pretend to hate him for a thousand years, but she would never forget. Mummymon leaned down, his heart hammering in his chest, daring to touch her like he had always wanted. His fingers gently stroked the soft, silky white fur between his dear Arukeni's legs, and he could feel her heat radiating up into his hand. He looked up one more time, to make sure he had permission, and his eye met Arukenimon's, and they were sparked with passion.
He nuzzled into her softness, breathing in her scent. Arukenimon sighed lightly and spread her legs wide, showing off her wet and ready sex. He hadn't thought it was possible for his hard-on to get any more insistent, but it did. Well, too bad, he told it, it's not your turn. His tongue slid out over his sharp teeth and licked his grey lips, then experimentally, he lapped at Arukenimon. She gave a little shriek, but when he looked up, she didn't look anything but pleased. She was rich and cloying on his tongue, bitter, but he loved it. He kept going, licking and gently sucking at her, stopping sometimes to press his face into her warm thighs, his soul overflowing with happiness. His confidence grew with Arukeni's languid sighs and sudden gasps of pleasure, and he dared to lean a little further down and push his long, warm tongue slowly inside her.
"Oh... god, Mummymon..." she breathed, her fingers bunched up in the tails of his coat. She just couldn't believe how good he felt. She had never thought... Really, she hadn't... He was lapping at her insides, a warm and ticklish feeling that was drowned in the intense flush of her excitement. She shrieked again when Mummymon's fingers trailed over her clit, shuddering with pleasure as he stroked her almost to the point of release. Then he pulled back, smiling up passionately at her for a moment, and moved his fingers to gently rub at her entrance. She looked at him, wide eyed, waiting for him to actually do it...
Mummymon put his tongue to work again, with long, slow, infuriating strokes across her, and then slid two slick fingers into her. She threw her head back, her stomach tight and trembling. He shivered in anticipation, working his fingers slowly in and out, amazed at the feeling of her muscles twitching around them. Her breath was coming fast and shallow, coloured with soft sounds of desperate pleasure. Was she going to? Now? He hooked his fingers inside her, stroking her harder, and swirled his tongue in quick little circles on her clit. He wanted her pleasure so much...
Her reaction was practically instantaneous. She let out an almost anguished sounding scream and arched violently, the muscles of her arms standing out as she tried to crush Mummymon's coattails in her fists. Her insides clamped down on Mummymon's fingers as she lifted her body towards him in an orgasmic arc. The seconds slowly passed, and she relaxed slightly, and then slumped down into the soft bedding of Mummymon's coat, breathing deep and muzzy with endorphins.
He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, licked his lips, and sat back to look at her. She was beautiful, soft, pale and languid, a sheen of sweat making her look as though she were literally glowing. He decided he had done well, and a swell of happiness and pride washed over him. It was almost enough to make him forget his own needs. But not quite. The idea of taking her right here and now was intoxicating, but he knew he shouldn't. He didn't want to cross that threshold so fast. He wanted her to have more time, to... maybe... to want him... At least, he wanted to watch her like this...
But he really did have to do something for himself soon, or he would die. So he got quietly to his feet and proceeded to sneak off into the woods. Arukenimon looked up through her haze. "Where are you going?"
He turned, covering himself with his hands, trying very hard not to stroke himself through the fabric while he looked at her. "I was just going to... eh..." He couldn't stand to say it in front of her. He turned back around.
"Wait," she called after him, pulling herself up on one elbow. "Do it here. Let me watch."