Chapter 2: Unholy Communion
With TK now frozen in the doorway, six-pack clattering to the floor, Angewomon’s wings suddenly flared wide—golden feathers snapping like sails in a storm. The motion sent the already-toppled lamp skittering across the carpet and knocked a stack of Izzy’s meticulously labeled binders into a fluttering cascade. She tightened her grip on Matt and Izzy’s hair, yanking both their faces deeper into the soft, obscene valley between her breasts until their cheeks were completely engulfed.Matt groaned something muffled and appreciative. Izzy made a strangled, half-protest noise that quickly melted into wet sucking sounds.“Don’t just stand there, TK,” Angewomon purred, voice velvet-thick and dripping sin. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, smearing more of her slick across Tai’s chin and lips while his tongue never stopped working her clit. “Aren’t you curious what Patamon would look like after he digivolves?”
TK stuttered, his eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of her silicone-filled breasts. “I, uh… they’re so…” he mumbled, stepping over the spilled beer cans as if in a trance.
Angewomon released Matt’s hair and guided TK’s trembling hands onto her warm, impossibly soft flesh. “Go on,” she whispered, arching her back to offer them more fully as Izzy, seizing the moment, positioned himself between her slick thighs. TK’s fingers sank deep into the pliant implants, kneading them with a desperate, shy urgency. “God, they’re… way bigger than Kari’s,” he blurted out, his face flushing immediately at his own confession.
From between Angewomon’s thighs, Tai pulled back, his mouth glistening. “Shut the fuck up about my sister,” he growled, the possessive heat in his voice warring with the lewd scene he was actively facilitating. Izzy didn’t wait for further discussion; he gripped her hips and sheathed his cock inside her with a single, deep thrust, making her gasp and her wings shudder. The wet, tight heat around him was overwhelming, and he set a frantic, pounding rhythm, his balls slapping against her skin. TK just kept squeezing her tits, watching Izzy fuck her with a stunned, aroused fascination, his own erection straining against his jeans.
Then the blinding pink light arced across the room from TK’s digivice, and Patamon erupted in a scalding torrent of radiant pixels.
It was over in an instant, the energy gathering like a compressed supernova before collapsing into the form of a man.
Where Patamon had been, Angemon now stood—taller than anyone in the cramped room, broad-shouldered and solid, his divinity expressed in a bare-chested, barbarian-like physique corded with muscle.
TK was staring speechlessly at the structure and size of Angemon, from the width of his shoulders down past the slim perfection of his hips. "Uh... hey, buddy," he stammered out, his erection pressing painfully against his jeans.