Digimon Tamers - Private Place
Rika stared at the clock, head resting in her left hand whilst the right doodled idly in the margins. It had been a long day, and very little had happened. That was the problem; not long ago, she was fighting to save two entire worlds from powers beyond anything she could have imagined. Now, with the day saved, it was back to an ordinary, boring life.
The bell rang. Sighing with relief, she paid just enough attention to note down the homework assignments, and headed for the door as fast as she could. At least she had the weekend to herself. It was a chance to spend some time with Renamon; their bond had grown stronger since their adventures together. She always enjoyed their time spent training, but there was more to their relationship than that now; they shared a bond that Rika couldn't put into words.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't see the boy in front of her. They collided, causing Rika to trip and land hard.
"Ow! Damnit! Watch where you're going!"
"Hey, I was watching!"
Rika looked up at the familiar voice. Henry was staring down at her with a wry smile on his face. "You know, you could for once just say 'sorry'. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't kill you."
"I'm pretty sure it would." Rika replied, but her harsh words were betrayed by her shy grin. She accepted the offered hand and got back to her feet.
"So, plans for the weekend?"
Rika shrugged, falling into step beside her friend.
"Takato and I were hoping to catch a movie tomorrow afternoon. Want to come?"
"I... have stuff to do."
"Oh." Henry glanced over at his friend. "Everything okay?"
"Fine, why wouldn't it be?"
Henry sighed. Rika's voice had a fragile, uncertain edge he wasn't used to. He opened his mouth to speak again, but gave up; Rika had always kept things close to her chest. Maybe it wasn't worth pushing her.
Despite his uncertaintly, he reached for her hand. "Rika, just remember... if you want to talk about something, anything, we're always here for you."
"Thanks, but I'm fine." Rika pulled her hand away. "Really."
"Okay. Well... see you on Monday, if not sooner."
"Yeah, sure."
Rika turned for home, walking as fast as she dared and hoping he hadn't seen her blush when their hands met.
There was a cold edge to the air; the promise of winter, close but not quite upon them. It was enough to make Rika keep her jacket on rather than throw it straight off. She walked through the empty house to the kitchen, firing up the hob and setting about making herself some food. She was a good cook; it was one of the skills that made her self reliant, and she was proud of that independence.
The kettle boiled, and two cups of tea were made. She left the tea to brew whilst boiling up a pan of soup. She never noticed one of the cups vanish. She stared at the pan until the contents boiled, then poured two bowlfulls, took her own cup, and taking her soup in her free hand went to sit down at the table. The second drink and bowl were already there.
Rika's eyes closed, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. As if on cue, a pair of large, warm hands gently curled around her shoulders.
"Long day?" Renamon asked.
Rika nodded slowly. The Digimon moved round to sit at the table. The two ate in silence, but there was a warmth to it; a quiet, personal familiarity that needed no words. Just knowing Renamon was sat opposite her made Rika's restlessness fade, and she knew Renamon felt the same way.
In due course, the table was cleared. Renamon watched her human companion clean the cups and dishes before heading to her room. The two sat together on Rika's bed, resting lightly against one another.
"Looking forward to this weekend?"
Rika blushed. "I guess..."
Her shyness made Renamon chuckle. "You trust me, don't you?"
"Always."
Renamon looked down into Rika's eyes, seeing nothing but open, unconditional love. It was enough to make a blush form under the Digimon's fur.
"So, when do you want to start?"
Rika's eyes moved to the floor. "Now, I guess..."
Renamon's heart fluttered. There was something so intense about seeing Rika this shy, this hesitant. Slowly, gently, Renamon placed her hands on the collar of Rika's jacket, and carefully pulled it away.
"Just like before... tell me how when to stop."
Rika nodded, her face crimson with embarassment as Renamon moved round in front of her. Her red shoes came off quickly, followed by her socks. The next part was done slowly, carefully; Renamon's fingers gently removed her skirt. Next was the shirt; the soft pop of the buttons coming undone made Rika's heart skip. She was panting, trembling in a mixture of shame, fear and inexplicable longing as she was left in just her panties, almost naked in front of the Digimon.
"One more?" Renamon asked. Rika's eyes were closed, and her legs pressed together.
The Digimon was about to speak again when Rika shifted; raising her hips so her panties could be pulled down. Renamon gave a trembling gasp, the realisation she would finally see her Tamer fully naked filling her with need. She hooked a finger around the waistband, toying with it to savour the moment before stripping Rika of her final piece of clothing. She did so as slowly as she dared, loving how the young girl shivered with shame at being stripped by another.
With the last of her clothing gone, Rika finally found the courage to open her eyes. Renamon was knelt beside her, smiling lovingly at her. Rika fell onto her side, with Renamon wordlessly lying down to join her. Pressing into Renamon's warm fur, Rika let out a giggle at what she'd finally done.
"Thank you." Renamon whispered.
Rika giggled again; the knowledge she'd made Renamon happy, even if it had embarassed her, made her feel loved in ways she couldn't describe. They both knew, however, there was plenty more to come.
The game had started some weeks ago; Rika would let Renamon strip her as far as she was comfortable, and then Renamon would 'explore' her; stroking her fingers across the girl's body to illicit a response. Rika had grown very fond of her ticklish nature being exploited, and so their 'sessions' were longer and more intense each time.
"I want to try something new..." Renamon whispered, taking one of Rika's wrists and gently pulling arm to the headrest. Rika didn't protest as Renamon produced a leather cuff, and locked her in place.
"Now the other." Renamon grinned, repeating the proceedure. Finally, a third strap on a much longer rope was attached to her left leg, forcing Rika to lie on her back with that leg tucked up. She was helpless, and very exposed; a fact Renamon exploited.
Shifting position, Renamon placed herself between Rika's legs, lying down to stare up the girl's body.
"D-don't..." Rika moaned. Her body was visibly shaking now. Renamon knew she was frightened, but that was natural for the girl; so inexperienced, so much to learn...
She glanced up into Rika's eyes again. "You know you only have to tell me to stop."
After a few moments, Rika nodded. Their eyes met again, conveying the trust they had for one another. The timid look on Rika's face turned into one of sudden shock and intense embarassment as, with a cruel chuckle, Renamon visibly flicked her head downward, focusing all her attention on Rika's virgin slit.
"Don't stare!" the girl squeaked, causing Renamon to laugh.
"Don't stare at what?"
"My... my privates..."
Renamon grinned, her eyes not leaving the source of Rika's acute embarassment. "It's so cute how you use that word... but I think it's perfect; this is your special, private place... and what we're doing here is our special, private time..."
Renamon leaned in closer, allowing the huffs from her nose to stimulate Rika's slit. The girl gave a soft sigh as Renamon's warm breath drifted across her folds. The brief panic at the new sensation faded, and soon her sharp exhaling was in perfect unison with that of her Digimon lover.
Carefully, Renamon shifted herself, crouching over the helpless girl. Her tail was tucked beneath her, flicking gently to tease Rika's thigh, and occasionally flit across her pussy. The two locked eyes again, both blushing and smiling at the other.
"I've noticed something, Rika..." Renamon purred, stroking the girl's hair.
"Hmm?"
"The more I take control, the more you seem to like it. I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."
Rika giggled, jumping as a well timed swish of Renamon's tail brought another tingling sensation from her slit. "I guess... I always wanted someone to Tame me."
"Then I'll do it." Renamon purred. "From now on, you are mine, Rika."
"Your pet Human?"
"My beautiful pet."
Rika blushed at the words. "Your helpless pet Human?"
"My very, very ticklish pet Human."
From under Rika's pillow, a long feather was drawn. Renamon started at the armpit, drawing circles with the tip. Rika immediately tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere she could go. They both knew this was exactly what the girl wanted; to be able to thrash and fight and be unable to escape. Renamon's free hand began tickling Rika's other side, working up and down to ceaselessly torment the girl. Rika begged for it to stop, but Renamon knew not to; they had agreed some time ago that tickling only stopped if the safe word was given.
The feather traced its way down Rika's body, working across her stomach and causing fits of laughter, broken by desperate pleas for mercy. Renamon kept her torment slow and careful, giving Rika plenty of time to call it off if she wanted to. Satisfied Rika wanted what was coming, the long feather flicked down across her mound, picking out where the girl's clit was hiding before teasing either side of her pussy. The contact evoked more of a gasp than a laugh, but Renamon moved on to the sensitive thighs and tops of the leg, bringing shrieks from Rika's lips before flicking back to torment her sex again. The Digimon's free hand tickled the sensitive sole of the raised foot, bringing another sensation for the helpless girl to cope with. Another flick of the feather, and Rika's pussy clenched sharply on the contact. A slight wetness betrayed the growing arousal caused by the tickling. Moving the feather to tickle above Rika's slit, the Digimon pressed her nose in to savour the aroma. Her own pussy, dripping wet with need, throbbed desperately as the Human's scent filled her nose.
Slowly, the tickling receeded. Renamon placed the feather to one side, and crawled over her helpless lover again. Rika's eyes were closed, panting from exhaustion.
"You were wet again today. I'm so proud of you, my pet."
The words made Rika giggle childishly. She felt Renamon squat down on top of her, spreading juices across her stomach.
"Do you think... I'll orgasm soon?"
Renamon nodded. "I think you will. Just don't force it; we'll take it slow, and let it happen."
"What about you? Don't you want to?"
Renamon closed her eyes and nodded. "More than anything. I can't tell you how badly I need it, Rika."
The girl blushed. "Tell me what to-"
"No." Renamon interrupted sharply. "I made a choice. I won't let myself climax until I've given you your first."
She untied her pet, lying down beside her and waiting for her to settle. Rika sat up, grinned, and shifted herself to Renamon's feet.
"On your back, legs wide open."
Renamon grinned, obeying the order. It was Rika's turn to examine her. The girl crawled in, putting her face close to the Digimon's wet, warm sex. Gingerly, unsure of what to do, she let her tongue run across Renamon's slit, flicking up against her swollen, throbbing clit. Renamon let out a loud grown of pure lust, back arcing at the sensation. Rika blushed, licking her lips at discovering the strange, yet pleasant taste, and licked again. Her actions grew in confidence, quickening in pace and working by ear to see what her lover enjoyed. Renamon was desperate, panting like a wild animal. As Rika's tongue flicked her clit again, her entire body tensed. With a silent scream, her orgasm exploded. Rika loving pleasured the Digimon throughout, until Renamon was left collapsed in a tired, spent heap. Only then did she crawl to her rightful place in her arms.
"You are a very, very naughty girl." Renamon whispered, grinning from the afterglow of her climax.
"Well, you'll just have to punish your pet."
"Oh, and I will." Renamon giggled, nuzzling her. "But not tonight."
Rika smiled. Her eyes slid closed, her body curling up against that of Renamon's. The two shared something the girl couldn't describe, but it meant everything to her. She knew, without question, she'd do anything for Renamon. Gently, despite being early still, she drifted into a gentle sleep. Renamon would wake her later, but for now the Digimon was content to hold the girl close, and bask in their shared love.