Jenny and Renamon part 3
#2 of Writting
I may need to stop watching Yawg's streams.
Yeah, that's not going to happen.
Jenny rose when the room began to fill with the golden glow of the morning sun. She looked to her left and Renamon still slept and she smiled remembering their meeting in forest.
"Sleep well." she whispered as she kissed Renamon on the cheek
Slipping from the quilt so Renamon was not woken up she glanced back at the sleeping vixen. She ran her hand up her chest and cupped her breast as she gazed at the tawny fur of the digimon. The covers draped over her form and pulled off her hip showing the violet mark on Renamon's thigh.
"No," Jenny muttered "I need breakfast first."
She rose from the bed stretching her arms above her head, the light cascaded over her ivory fur as if the sun itself longed to caress her body. Her hips curved like those of an ancient idol worshiped as a goddess and her breasts ached in the way that poets have sought to describe for eons. She grabbed a robe hanging on the back of the closet door. When she slipped into the robe it hugged her body as if there was no task in the universe that it would rather fulfill. The robe only seemed to cover what was needed to say Jenny was decent. The curve of her breasts that could be seen under the silken cloth was only made more enticing. brushing her fingers quickly she then tied the robe closed only enhancing the curves beneath it she strode from the room.