Flamedramon’s eyes widened. He couldn’t suppress a look of shock as cold blue eyes met his own. A chill ran up Flamedramon’s spine, tickling at the base of his skull. He had always delighted in his digivolution to Flamedramon. How people adored them, treasured them, lusted for them. What a rarity he was in this form. So many had their first taste of a Flamedramon with him. 

It was rare the opposite occurred. Flamedramon had a wide palate, appreciating most any digimon that came for him. But a digimon he lusted for, one he had never had his own taste of, was a treat he hadn’t had in some time. The effeminate, vulpine curves of a Renamon quickly registered as a woman; half the time, that assumption was quickly dispelled. The Renamon was standing against a wall, beer in his hand, lifted halfway to his muzzle. Frozen there, the motion halted as red and blue eyes gazed into one another.

Time dragged on slugishly for Flamedramon. The spell only broke when Renamon looked elsewhere, resuming drinking his beer. With his gaze freed, Flamedramon scanned down. Indeed, the assumption was wrong. Flamedramon could easily see the modest sheath and velvety purse this Renamon carried. 

Flamedramon only noticed his pounding heart when he got a hip-bump from Digitamamon. The egg digimon was passing behind him, carrying a rack of glassware toward the kitchen for washing. He paused, turning part way to eye Flamedramon. 

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered. You best get to it. The guy watched you and the Gaomon the whole time. I bet he would have had to go rub one out already if he weren’t a Renamon.” Digitamamon teased in a playful tone. He took another step, then stopped again. “Oh, and don’t you dare cum! I’ll take care of the bar the rest of the night, but that load is still mine.” 

Flamedramon was sure he heard a sinister snickering as Digitamamon passed through the doors to the kitchen area. Flamedramon rolled his eyes, trying to play it off to no one but himself. But it was hard to when his heart pounded away, and each look toward the Renamon filled his stomach with butterflies. When Veemon was younger, a local Renamon had served as the village guardian. It started as admiration for a childhood hero. As Veemon aged, the admiration had turned to a crush. The calm, graceful digimon had such a sultry appeal. To make it worse, the attraction was even stronger for Flamedramon than Veemon. 

After a deep breath, Flamedramon finished running Gaomon’s card. He opened a fresh bottle of beer and stepped out from behind the bar. The dragon had always prided himself on giving each of his customers appropriate attention, to make sure they got their money worth. That one client wouldn’t supersede another. It made it all the worse when he realized he was squeezing the Gaomon’s card and receipt hard and taking little glances to Renamon. Luckily, as he approached the blue dog’s table, Gaomon was sitting and staring at the empty glass in front of him. Gaomon didn’t react until Flamedramon rumbled affectionately, setting the card and receipt in front of the dog. 

When their eyes met, Flamedramon gave his most charming smiles. He cooed, “We’ll see you again soon, right?”. 

The Gaomon’s ears perked forward, inside reddening. Flamedramon could see the subtle change in Gaomon’s expression. He was certainly torn, still processing that he had swallowed his own cum. But the smile tipped the scales. Resolve fixed in the Gaomon’s eyes, and he nodded, returning the smile. 

“Real soon, I hope!” the dog yipped, tail thumping against the seat. “… sir.” he added in a quieter tone, his tail wagging all the faster. 

Flamedramon reached out, rubbing between Gaomon’s ears.  “I can’t wait.” He cooed again, ruffling atop the dog’s head. He lifted the beer in his other hand a little, signaling his need to leave. As he turned and walked toward the border of the inner and outer patio, he could hear Gaomon’s tail still thumping away. It added an extra sway of confidence to his hips and tail, knowing the Gaomon’s eyes were glued to both. 

That was exactly what Flamedramon needed as he approached the Renamon. Confidence, self-assured, and the sensual grace Flamedramon were known for. Renamon stood propped against doorway separating the inner bar and outer patio. He lifted the bottle toward Renamon, rumbling, “Looked like you could use a refill.” 

The Renamon’s eyes locked to the beer. It took a moment to register before Renamon nodded, swapping the new bottle for his empty. He gave a soft, but curt, “Thanks.” 

Flamedramon held the empty bottle in both paws, close to him, just below his bared chest. He nodded, “Glad to be of service! If Digitamamon told me correctly, you have a booking, right?”.

The Renamon gave another curt nod, not bothering to look at Flamedramon. Instead, he was eyeing the bottle, as if debating. He finally lifted it, draining a small bit from the bottle. His eyes met Flamedramon’s again, the dragon digimon continuing. 

“Excellent!” he kept his voice low, for privacy, but his tone excited. Eager. Attracted. Everything a customer wanted in their date. In reality, excitement was a more tamed response, compared to how badly he wanted to service Renamon. “Head out around back, down the walkway, in five.” Flamedramon jerked his thumb toward the corner just a few feet from Renamon. The fox nodded, reaching into his chest fluff. Flamedramon took the fold of digidollars Renamon handed over. A quick glance showed low, 50 digidollar bills hiding several ten-thousand digidollar bills hidden within. Flamedramon smiled, nodded, and turned back to the bar. 

Plenty knew what was going on at this bar. They didn’t need the façade of innocence, pretending that it wasn’t a hook up spot or hiding that it doubled as a one-mon brothel. But that pomp and circumstance was a mix of habit and indulging the fantasy. Adhering to it, Flamedramon cleaned the bar, served a couple more drinks, and swapped out glassware for Digitamamon. 

Six minutes later, Flamedramon glanced to the patio door frame. An empty bottle sat at a nearby table, and the Renamon was gone. Flamedramon took another load of glassware back to the kitchen. The moment the doors closed behind his tail, Flamedramon sped up. The glassware went in to be washed in record time, Flamedramon checked himself in a full length mirror, and then he was slipping out the back door. 

Renamon was already waiting. His gloves had been removed, laid across a table. He was leaning against the wall, one leg bent with sole on the wall, just as he had been inside the bar. He gave a sidelong glance to Flamedramon before pushing himself up, standing and facing Flamedramon proper. Composed, calm, as Renamon were notorious for. Spare how his usually subtle sheath was now engorged, a deep red tip just peeking free. The sheath’s belly was already soaked in pre, a little rivulet formed between the Renamon’s orbs. 

“Am I expected to use one of the condoms?” he asked in a cool tone. Looking back to the table, Renamon marveled, “You’re quite prepared. Knot lock condoms are pretty standard, but… You’ve one for nearly every type of digimon, from the looks of it.” Renamon noted, eyeing the table’s variety of items. 

“They are there for customers who wish to use one, or want me to use one. They’re more for the timid partner, or for a fetish. I regularly scan and have anti-corruption software, so there’s little to no danger.” Flamedramon spoke with the practice of an experienced partner. 

Renamon nodded, lifting a condom and eyeing it. He set it back down before making eye contact with Flamedramon again. 

“I would rather not use one. The breeding aspect is of particular interest to me.” The tone was cold, steady, as Renamon always were. But more of the red, canine shaft pushed free, along with a spurt of pre that smattered across the grass below. “I know this is rather rude of me, but I wished to inform you that I am straight.”

The steady, excited thumping in Flamedramon’s chest faltered for a beat. The distress must have been obvious, as the Renamon raised a hand. 

“Please, do not…” For a moment, the Renamon paused. His composure maintained, but the calm exterior couldn’t hide the struggle for words. “I do not mean this as to reject you, or… I am not sure what insult this may have given to you. To be clear… I am very attracted to you. This is somewhat of a… birthday treat to myself. I’ve never had the chance to be with a Flamedramon, and… While I very much enjoy the idea of breeding, and to put a litter of eggs in the right Digimon… I have no desire to be a parent in the near future.” 

Renamon took a moment to glance down, at his raised paw. He turned it back toward himself, fingers curling, to eye his claws. He rubbed his thumb claw to another, as though checking for imperfections. He was very subtle about taking a couple breaths to regain his thoughts. 

“As I said…” Renamon looked back to Flamedramon, the faintest tease of a smile on his muzzle. “I am very attracted to you. Flamedramon are more even gorgeous in person, and I find maintaining your straps and mask while forgoing your remaining armor exceptionally enticing. However, it would feel disingenuous to fantasize you female, and that I were breeding your pussy, when you are male. I felt I should disclose that before we engage. If that were to make you uncomfortable, I would not wish to proceed. I would also happily donate my contribution to the bar, rather than ask for it back. However, if you were so inclined to indulge my fantasy… I am very eager to begin.”

Flamedramon could only marvel. An unflappable disposition was the keystone of Renamon. This eloquent speech Renamon managed in such a state, to remain so calm and placid, was unthinkable. The Renamon’s need and lust were palpable, both in the air and given how his shaft flexed and spit pre. If this were any other digimon, Flamedramon was sure he would have been pinned and in the middle of a bestial fucking at that very moment. 

“Are you willing to do me this favor? To… participate in this… roleplay?” Renamon followed up, likely faster than he would of if he weren’t so addled with lust. 

Flamedramon paced closer to Renamon. He was taller, but not by too much. Larger, as well. While his body type was often called ‘twink’, though he thought himself more athletic than that, his body looked bulky compared to Renamon’s lithe beauty. 

“I’d love to participate.” Flamedramon rumbled quietly. He lifted a paw, gently tracing his claw tips along Renamon’s jaw. He cooed, “I’m dying to have you breed me… to knot me, put a litter of eggs in me…”. Just the faintest quiver ran through Renamon, his tail fur fluffing before his tail lashed to one side. 

“I’m more than happy to make the sweetest little moans for you, too… but may I ask a favor in return?”. Renamon’s curt nod came before Flamedramon had finished asking. That got a chuckle out of the dragon. He leaned in, nosing his muzzle tip to Renamon’s. A brief moment of intimacy, short of a kiss, unsure how Renamon would react to a male kissing him. 

“You had three beers in there, didn’t you?” Another quick nod confirmed it. “Well… How about I help you with a couple kinds of relief, birthday boy?”. 

Flamedramon’s words took a moment to click for Renamon. His eyes widened when realization dawned. “Uh… Sure, I guess.” Flamedramon couldn’t help but savor that he had finally flustered the fox digimon. 

A moment later, they stood at the edge of the clearing, far from the house, in front of a tree. Renamon stood somewhat awkwardly, Flamedramon pressed close to his back. One of Flamedramon’s arms was over Renamon’s shoulder, stroking over the fox’s chest and stomach. The other arm was wrapped around, under Renamon’s arm, with Flamedramon’s paw gently holding and aiming Renamon’s sheath. 

“Just relax.” Flamedramon rumbled, noticing the Renamon’s erection had subsided while he explained his request. Flamedramon used his thumb, pulling the Renamon’s sheath back so the dark red tip was free once more. The dampness of pre on the sheath soaked into his fingers, warm and slick. Flamedramon did his best to hold still there, trying to help the Renamon relax. Soon enough, Renamon had, and a yellow stream sputtered to life. 

Flamedramon aimed Renamon’s tip toward the base of the tree, angling it so nothing would splash back. He rests his jaw on Renamon’s shoulder, gazing down across white fur to watch the stream pour free of the shaft. He couldn’t keep back a small, satisfied rumble. Feeling Renamon close against him, in so personal an act; the feel of fluid coursing through and out of the Renamon’s body; the way the shaft looked with a stream sprouting free of it in the amber light of the day’s end. 

“This is arousing for you?” the Renamon queried, his own eyes turned down to watch the blue hand holding him. Flamedramon nodded, giving a subtle squeeze to Renamon’s sheath, making the stream bob up and down. 

Flamedramon traced his muzzle upwards, along Renamon’s jaw, cheek, to his ear base. “Yes… Something about holding such a powerful… sexy… mon” – Flamedramon felt a distinct flex, and a brief interruption in the stream, before it resumed – “in my paw. Feeling it happen, watching it…” Among many other things Flamedramon didn’t care to spell out or, really, understood himself. This close, the scent of fox digimon teased his senses as the warm, silky fur teased against his front. “It gets me so wet…” he whispered in his best effeminate tone. 

Another flex caused a gap in the stream. This one lasted longer, as Flamedramon squeezed back against it. 

“Go ahead, almost done.” Flamedramon urged. It wasn’t a lie. He was aroused, to the point he had to fight to keep his shaft from emerging from his slit, and he was eager to get Renamon’s cock inside him. Renamon sighed out, and a moment later the stream continued, before tapering off. Flamedramon squeezed the base of Renamon’s sheath, rolled up to the tip, and shook the last droplets free. 

“There ya go… Your tree now.” He continued in a sweet, lusty tone. His lips gently nibbled at Renamon’s ear base, something Flamedramon found quite effective in furred digimon. The swelling flex in his paw confirmed his suspicion. “Now… Make me your Flamedramon.” The dragon cooed, doing his best to maintain that soft and feminine voice. 

Renamon was doing his best to maintain his composure, but when Renamon turned around, the struggle was evident. Flamedramon could now better see what he had felt. Several inches of engorged, canine length had pushed free from Renamon’s sheath. Pre dripped from rapidly from it, and the faint bulge of a knot-to-be was evident in Renamon’s sheath, framed by the orbs that hung just below it. 

Despite the arousal, Renamon was still tempered, his breaths deeper but controlled. Flamedramon’s resolve to break Renamon’s composure, to let Renamon’s beast free, grew stronger. He placed a blue hand on Renamon’s chest, pushing so Renamon leaned back against the tree. Flamedramon slid down in a fluid motion, going to his knees. His paw dragged down through Renamon’s chest fluff, across toned abdominals hidden under silky fur. He let Renamon’s sheath catch between his thumb and finger, the downward motion of his paw pushing Renamon’s sheath further down his shaft and angling the red dick forward. 

Flamedramon rest his other hand on Renamon’s thigh. His muzzle pushed in, nosing under Renamon’s nuts, letting the orbs slid atop his muzzle. He sighed happily, pleased by the hot velvet over his snout and the steady dripping atop his head. He took a slow sniff, savoring the mellow, tame scent of Renamon masculinity. Herbal, floral, a bite of musk that proclaimed masculinity despite the feminine figure. Flamedramon let his tongue out, dragging from Renamon’s taint, up along one orb. His tongue cupped it, gently guiding the orb to rest against his lips. He drew his tongue back in, kissing the orb, before moving to the other. This one he nuzzled gently. He caressed the orb with soft kisses before taking it into his tongue, letting it slide between his lips. He gently lapped with his tongue, only the lightest sucking on it. He glanced up, meeting the Renamon’s cold, blue eyes. 

Flamedramon let the ball slip free of his lips, nuzzling once again between the orbs. Worshiping them, worshiping the fertility of the Renamon above him. Something he’d picked up on from others with a breeding fetish. It was working, too. The gaze was cold, face expressionless, but Flamedramon could feel Renamon’s heart thundering away, see the way he breathed faster. 

A gentle squeeze and push with his fingers earned Flamedramon a grunt from the Renamon, just as the taut rim of his sheath strained, stretching little by little, then quickly sliding down and relaxing again behind Renamon’s knot. Flamedramon dragged his muzzle up from Renamon’s sack, up until he nuzzled one side of the bulging knot. His hand left the sheath, moving to the shaft above his muzzle. He held the length, feeling it pulse in his paw, while his tongue slid out over the front of the knot. 

There existed great diversity in digimon genitalia. Among them, knotted shafts were a favorite of Flamedramon’s. The look, the way they pulsed, the steady swelling at the base. He took one side of the knot into his muzzle, sucking on it, while his tongue curled along the bottom of the far side. He could feel the flesh swell, the knot becoming larger and firmer between his lips. 

“You’re making my knot swell too far.” The Renamon remarked. He was still looking downward, watching Flamedramon work. A glimmer of desperation shone in Renamon’s eyes, and his voice wavered just a little. 

“It’ll still fit.” Flamedramon mumbled around the knot, savoring how Renamon’s resolve was beginning to crack. His gaze returned to the knot, to his tongue tip peeking up over the far side. Between the tongue on one side and his mouth on the other, he pulled upward. Tugging on the back of the knot. It earned a grunt from the vulpine digimon, timed to the knot swelling further; and just after, a paw roughly grabbing Flamedramon’s horn. 

Flamedramon didn’t try to resist. Renamon were strong for rookies, but an armor level digimon like him was stronger. He could fight it, to keep his lips on the knot he mouthed on. But it was far more fun to rise up with the pulling, to see Renamon’s needy expression closer, to spot the way the fox had a fang over his lower lip, gently biting down. They stood there a moment, staring into one another’s eyes, lips just a hair from meeting. Flamedramon challenging Renamon to give in to his lusts.

The challenge went unmet. Renamon took that moment to regain composure. Just something in the Renamon type’s programming- but Flamedramon could sense that bit of code was about to break. 

Renamon’s hand released Flamedramon’s horn. It drifted downward, then both paws rest on Flamedramon’s hips, applying a gentle pressure to turn. Renamon guided both of them around, so Flamedramon was between Renamon and the tree. Another gentle pressure guided Flamedramon backward, to lean against the tree trunk. Renamon followed the movement, until their fronts were pressed together once more. Renamon’s fur was hot against Flamedramon’s front, but hotter still was the belly of Renamon’s knot and shaft pressing against Flamedramon’s slit. 

Their lips hovered just barely apart. Flamedramon rest there, too behaved to initiate a kiss with the straight mon. For a moment, they just looked into one another’s eyes, Flamedramon enchanted once more with the cold blue hue. Subtle grinds of Renamon’s hips ground the belly and knot of the canine shaft to Flamedramon’s slit. It was slick with Flamedramon’s slit fluids and Renamon’s copious pre, making quiet, wet sounds. 

Renamon finally made his move. Instead of a kiss, it was to dip his muzzle down. He nuzzled under Flamedramon’s jaw, dipping to lick up along Flamedramon’s throat. Renamon squatted down, hands taking the back of Flamedramon’s thighs. Despite being a rookie, he easily lifted Flamedramon up along the tree trunk, pressing the dragon’s thighs to his sides for better leverage. Flamedramon’s tail pressed down against the tree, his arms going over Renamon’s shoulders to assist the position. Renamon leaned over Flamedramon, tips of their muzzles touching, making that intense, needy eye contact once again. 

The gentle grinding resumed, leading Flamedramon to nearly whimper. His usual patient, servile nature balking in the wake of his long-living fantasy becoming reality. Renamon’s hips dragged back, his tip dragging teasingly between the lips of Flamedramon’s slit. Flamedramon silently pleaded him to thrust forward. But Renamon angled his hips upward, slowly thrusting his hips, making the tip slide back up without penetrating. 

Realization dawned on Flamedramon as the teasing dragged a needy whimper from the dragon. His eyes widened a little, surprised by his own ineptitude in an act he was adept in, a role he had played so many times before. His own fantasy and lust overriding long-learned skill. 

“Please…” he murmured breathily. “Please fuck me.” It was quiet, intimate, needy. Not the boastful, showy nature of porn and the inexperienced. A subtle, honest expression of arousal and lust. 

It was just what Renamon wanted to hear, as well. The vulpine was quick to lower his hips, dragging the tip of his length to press at Flamedramon’s slit again. This time, he gave in to everything Flamedramon wanted. The hot, red length pushed into his slit, under his own length. The sweet feel of his slit tightening as it was stretched, then constricting down. Muscles squeezing his length and the Renamon’s together. The satisfying ‘thud’ of a knot hitting his slit, strong, but not enough to push it in. 

A hiss escaped the Renamon’s lips at the feel of an eager slit’s embrace. He ground there a moment, exploring the new surroundings, the subtle differences from the women he had been with. Very subtle. He could almost believe his fantasy, as he drew back, and thrust back in. Another heavy ‘thud’. 

Flamedramon squeezed his arms around Renamon’s back. With Renamon’s gaze downward, watching his shaft delve into the dragon’s slit over and over, Flamedramon’s muzzle was resting against Renamon’s ear. As Renamon started steady, hard thrusts, each giving a repeating soft ‘thud’ against Flamedramon’s slit, little whimpers, moans, and squeaks slipped free of the dragon’s lips, easily caught by the ear it rested against. The thrusts slowed as Renamon adjusted, standing up a little straighter. Out the corner of his eye, Flamedramon could see Renamon had closed his eyes. The rookie had a look of concentration on his face. Each thrust precise, in steady rhythm, focused and precise as Renamon always were. 

Flamedramon loosed a little growl. Even with the entrance of his slit relaxed as it could be, the Renamon was thrusting just enough to hilt his shaft, the knot staying out. The tease of its size, paired with Renamon’s composure, wasn’t cutting it. Flamedramon nuzzled at the ear, his lips drifting to the base of it. 

“I NEED your knot.”. That same, breathy murmur as before, just a touch louder, a touch more demanding. Testing the line between what Flamedramon lusted for and what Renamon wanted to hear. 

It seemed to be both, as a growl broke out of the fox digimon. His muzzle pulled into a snarl as he thrust forward, weight pushing against Flamedramon stronger than before. Renamon opened his eyes, meeting just briefly with Flamedramon’s. The beast had been set free. The coldness was gone. His eyes were hot with passion, matching the snarled growl. The pressure became stronger still. Then Flamedramon’s slit gave in, stretching around the knot before engulfing it. 

“Fuck!” barked out the Renamon, followed by another growl. His cheek pressed to Flamedramon’s shoulder as Renamon thrust away. His thrusts were like a jackhammer, rapid and hard, Renamon’s groin nosily slapping against Flamedramon’s, mixing into the sexual melody of wet sounds, growls and squeaked moans. 

It was remarkably different from the steady, long thrusts of before. With little length between Renamon’s knot and the root of his cock in his sheath the thrusts were shallow, rapid, bestial. Teeth grazed across Flamedramon’s neck and shoulder, drool dripping to his chest, a hot tongue slipping out to graze across his flesh now and then. Each thrust earned a quiet squelch sound, the now huge knot pulling at the muscles of Flamedramon’s slit. The lips of Flamedramon’s slit tensed and pulled tighter in response, locking the knot in Flamedramon’s heated body. 

Amid the growls were unintelligible words, an occasional ‘fuck’, or a drawn out groan when Renamon pulled back and worked his hips to grind the knot against the muscles keeping it hostage. Flamedramon was dizzy with bliss, helpless to temper his own moans of lust, breaking the feminine voice he had fought to keep. Every ounce of his concentration was on the now sizeable shaft and knot invading him, stretching and working his most intimate of areas… and how he couldn’t let it get him off. Luckily, the angle and position of Renamon’s shaft was just where Flamedramon needed it to be, avoiding his most sensitive spots. 

Lucky. But almost not enough. Clinging into his love of Digitamamon, Flamedramon bit hard his lip and focused as best he could. The thrusts got rougher, and he pulled tighter with his arms. Renamon’s teeth were pressing harder to his neck, claws digging against his thighs. Then with a hard thrust, Flamedramon knew he was saved. 

“Oh digigods…” the Renamon whined out in the most undignified of ways. The senseless whimpers signifying pleasure so intense the brain short circuits. 

Flamedramon welcomed the sudden rush of heat inside him, spreading up into his belly and down through his groin. He had expected it, the finish line to a marathon he barely lasted through. What he hadn’t expected was Renamon’s muzzle pressing into his own. Locking together with his. 

Renamon spent his orgasm in a deep kiss, tongue intertwining and stroking against Flamedramon’s. They tongue wrestled as Renamon’s hips gently ground against Flamedramon’s. The large canine shaft gently wiggled about inside him, as progressively smaller and smaller shots of seed filled him. He was filled enough to begin leaking. His slit could stretch plenty, but the strong muscles fighting that were enough to make some cum ooze out around the knot that held the majority of it in. 

The kiss broke slowly, their tongues detangling, lips brushing gently as intense pleasure subsided into the warm, pleasant fuzziness of afterglow. Renamon panted, still holding Flamedramon to the tree, all of the exertion finally setting in. His hips pulled back, just a little, the fully engorged knot firmly stuck. Flamedramon’s slit pulling back at it, fighting for it to stay. 

“Yessssss….” The Renamon hissed at spike of pleasure blossoming from the hold. He savored it a moment before he relaxed, letting the knot sink fully back in. 

“So much cum…” Flamedramon cooed, using a feminine voice once again. He could feel the quiver the remark sent through Renamon’s body, and see the pleased blush within Renamon’s ears. 

Slowly the Renamon lowered Flamedramon’s legs, until the dragon’s feet found purchase. It was awkward, both a little unsteady, as they continued downward. Soon, Flamedramon sat with his back to the tree, a much welcomed support after taking such a powerful fucking. Renamon sat partially on Flamedramon’s thighs, partially on the ground just between them, leaning back on one hand. 

“Wow…” The Renamon whispered. In that pose, his knot was pulling gently at Flamedramon’s slit. A vertical sliver of knot was just visible between the lips, along with the thinner shaft that connected Renamon to the engorged shaft hilted within. The ‘wow’ wasn’t for the tie, but for how well Flamedramon’s lithe form displayed its current occupant. Renamon’s free paw reached out, gently touching at first, then laying palm and fingers on the bulge. He could trace the entire outline of his knot, and the faint, tubular bulge that went up to Flamedramon’s mid stomach. He certainly hadn’t seen himself in such detail within another before. Even the steady throbs of the shaft made it through. Easier to feel than see, and still subtle then, but they were there. Flamedramon let the rookie indulge, declining to mention the knot bulge was indeed Renamon’s, but the shaft he traced along was Flamedramon’s own, bulged out with Renamon’s hidden beneath it. 

While Renamon marveled at their knotting, Flamedramon took the time to catch his breath, head back against the tree. It had been a long time since he had engaged in something so … indescribable. Flamedramon knew no words that could accomplish describing what had occurred. He had been passionately fucked, he had been filled by larger, by multiple, he had gone for much longer before. But there was something different. Two digimon, indulging a deep fantasy they had each held for years, had an energy he hadn’t experienced before. 

Flamedramon allowed his hands to stroke along Renamon’s legs, from mid-shin up to knee, tracing over the transition from longer, yellow fur to soft white velvet of Renamon’s lower legs. If the fantasy were truly his, he’d lift those legs, and rest the silky pads he had dreamed of on his face. But it wasn’t his fantasy. And a glance to Renamon showed that Renamon’s own fantasy was coming to a close. The rookie digimon’s his cold composure had returned.
 
Instead, they rested there in silence. Renamon gently stroking along the bulges that steadily shrank, or just watching the tie reduce. His gaze clinical again, as if studying the aftermath of their engagement. 

Renamon tried to free himself a couple times, but found little success. At fifteen minutes tied, Flamedramon nodded. Renamon pulled back again, Flamedramon doing his best to relax his overworked slit muscles. Flamedramon let loose an undignified moan as the knot freed with a wet pop, a significant splash of seed, and Renamon giving little more than a ‘mmm’ in response. 

In the cool light of dusk, Flamedramon could see he was a mess. It had been a very impressive load, and his slit was now spread open just a little, the muscles too tired from the knotting to seal him properly. Renamon had fared better. His shaft and sheath were soaked in cum, the sack below faring only a little better. Renamon glanced over to the tables of supplies, where wipes were available to clean up. He was starting to get up when Flamedramon’s hand rest on his knee. 

“Uhm… I’d hate to make you use those. How about I throw in a little extra, since it’s your birthday?” 

Renamon looked back to Flamedramon, considering. He scooted back a little further, spreading his legs and resting back on his hands again. It was the only permission Flamedramon needed, as he quickly got to hand and knee and moved up between Renamon’s legs. 

Really, it was selfish. He was dying to know the taste of a Renamon’s lust, to feel the shaft against his lips. It benefited both, though, so Flamedramon excused the moment of indulgence. He took Renamon’s sheath in paw, steadying the half-swollen shaft. He was gentle, his tongue gliding over the spent shaft. He stayed far on the side of pleasure, not wanting to tread near the line of post-orgasmic sensitivity. 

The shaft was easy to lick clean, even as it receded and shrank further. Fur had a tendency to not give cum up so easily, though. It took Flamedramon a couple minutes of gently sucking and licking over each of Renamon’s orbs to ensure they were fully groomed. And to fully sate his hunger. He finished by moving upward, helping the sheath up to cover the tip of Renamon’s shaft. Flamedramon leaned in, licking the rim of Renamon’s sheath, then taking the whole thing in as well. His muzzle rest sideways, the attachment of Renamon’s sheath hooked into the back of Flamedramon’s muzzle. It was a little overkill, but his tongue worked to ensure the sheath was clean, and gentle suction pulled free any cum that had snuck into the sheath. 

Flamedramon finally removed himself from Renamon’s bits, sitting back on the ground again. It hadn’t been the sacred ambrosia he had always fantasized, but Renamon’s seed still had a distinct flavor he found on the enjoyable side of the spectrum. That mix of herbal and floral masculinity, similar to Renamon’s scent. 

Now clean, Renamon stood, brushing across the fur of his thighs, ridding himself of any stray grass and leaves. 

“Thank you.” He intoned, bowing his head just a little to Flamedramon. Appreciation was clear, though Flamedramon could sense a bit of apprehension behind the words. Having sex with a male was likely to blame, to the best Flamedramon could assume. 

The dragon stood, legs a little unsteady, but rumbling appreciatively and nodding in return. “You’re welcome. I’m so glad I could be a part of your birthday.” He briefly paused, before giving a small bow in return to the Renamon. “It would be a great pleasure to serve you again in the future.”

As Flamedramon stood, he caught Renamon gaze flick down to his slit, the mess that Renamon had made to it. Just a brief glance, before Renamon gave a curt nod. With that, the Renamon turned and approached the table his gloves rested on. Donning them once more, he headed out around the house, down the opposite side that he had taken there. 

Just after Renamon turned the corner, the lights behind the house flickered to life. Light sufficient to have nighttime fun behind the house, but far from the brightness of the front patio. Flamedramon glanced up to the roof of the house, where an antenna stood. It was very subtle, but a camera hidden against the base was easy to spot for the one that installed it. 

“Love you too.” He mouthed up to the camera, knowing Digitamamon was watching. There to indulge the open, exhibitionist nature of Flamedramon and Digitamamon’s relationship. And, of course, safety. Digitamamon had surely watched the whole encounter on the screen just to the side of the egg shell’s opening.