[center][b][u]Endurance Limit[/u][/b][/center]

Every relationship, every loving, mutually beneficial relationship, had its elements of compromise. For some couples that compromise came in the form of the foods they ate together, or where they went on their holidays, or even whereabouts they chose to live with one another. For Guilmon and Flamedramon however, the nature of their compromise was all about sex. 

They loved sex. They loved [i]sharing[/i] sex with one another in all its forms. Blowjobs. Handjobs. Anal. Frotting. Any way that their two bodies could make contact which would result in orgasmic bliss, they adored. The compromise however came in regard to just how [i]much[/i] they adored it. For while Flamedramon was undeniably a rather horny Digimon at the best of times, his libido was absolutely nothing when compared to that of his lover. For Flamedramon, a vigorous and passionate release once or perhaps even twice a day was enough to sate his appetites, if not to wear him out entirely. But for Guilmon... well, once or twice barely scratched the surface of the longing which dwelt deep inside the virus type Digimon.

"O-oh Flamey..."

A solution had been difficult to find at first, for Flamedramon had been reluctant to suggest that Guilmon look elsewhere to curb his volatile sexual appetites, and when finally he had done so Guilmon himself had been insulted and horrified by the very idea. He loved Flamedramon, and if he couldn't have sex with that handsome Digimon... he didn't want sex at all! Thus, they seemed to have arrived at an impasse. Until, that is, Flamedramon realised that for Guilmon to both be sexually and emotionally satisfied, [i]he[/i] merely needed to be the progenitor of the sexual stimulation, not necessarily the direct cause of it.

Thus, he had begun to research. To build. To take advantage of the digital world's abundant mechanical marvels, and create the ultimate device to help sate his lover's abundant lust. A device re-purposed from one of Etemon's ancient torture chambers, once made for the humiliation and interrogation of prisoners... now used only for joy, and the expression of pleasure.

It was, in essence, a fucking machine. A piston mounted with one of Guilmon's [i]many[/i] toys, and connected to a computerised motor capable of producing a varied rhythm of thrusting speeds, intensities and depths in a random pattern. All Flamedramon needed to do was tie Guilmon down by the wrists and ankles, kiss him tenderly on the lips, and leave him there for a couple of hours each day... only to return to find his lover at least [i]somewhat[/i] satisfied, very sweaty, very sticky, and all too happy to conclude his session with but a single mutual romp with his digital companion.

Day after day, week after week, for months on end Guilmon gleefully allowed himself to be bound and fucked by the machine, relishing each and every hands free, potent orgasm to lash his own body with his cum as if it were granted to him by Flamedramon himself. Yet still, it remained merely a compromise. The next best thing to what Guilmon truly craved, and which Flamedramon [i]knew[/i] that he craved. Another almighty endurance session. Another day of no holds barred, no restraint, fevered, frantic fucking. Just the two of them, making wild, gleeful love over and over and over again until Flamedramon could bear it no longer. 

He knew it wore his lover out. He knew it left Flamedramon sore and weak and so completely satisfied that it would be days before he could even think about sex again. But that was precisely why Guilmon craved that sort of day so voraciously. He could cum as hard and as often as he wanted with the machine that Flamedramon had created for him, and that was wonderful. But it didn't let him see his beloved Flamey squirming and writhing in over-abundant sexual bliss. It didn't let him see the look in Flamedramon's eyes as yet another unbearable orgasm surged through his already overwhelmed body. And it didn't let Guilmon show his Digimon boyfriend just how much he loved him in return for all the bliss that [i]he[/i] had been granted day after day after day.

But of course, Flamedramon knew this. And while it was he who had suggested and placed this compromise into effect within their relationship, that didn't mean that he was any happier about it than Guilmon. No matter how extreme his lover's needs might have been, it still weighed heavily upon the other Digimon that he was unable to satisfy his partner's needs on a daily basis through personal actions alone, and as such, in secret, Flamedramon had embarked upon a secondary project to help aid his and Guilmon's sex life. No longer was he seeking out ways to avoid having to spend whole days writhing and moaning in bed with his partner, but instead, he sought some miracle that would not only let him endure Guilmon's near infinite stamina, but match it thrust for thrust, squirt for squirt!

He searched for months, in the digital world [i]and[/i] the worlds beyond it. Not just the world of the humans, but other realities that intersected the digital world as well. Flamedramon didn't know what he was looking for, or where he should try to look in order to find it... but finally, in a world full of fuzzy, fluffy creatures just like Digimon, but with clothes and jobs and lives so very akin to humans, he found it. The answer to his and Guilmon's longing, lustful prayers. 

It was called EJ69. 

It rested in the bottom of a test tube, a seemingly inert, clear liquid, nothing remarkable about it whatsoever. 

But Flamedramon had seen what it could do to a person. What it could do to a man, with just a single drop. 

He didn't know precisely what the chemical compound was, but what he had seen it do when fed to a willing test subject made him fairly certain that without a doubt, before anything else, this compound was an extreme aphrodisiac. 

So he brought it home. He brought it home, and showed it to Guilmon. And he told Guilmon what it would let him do... what it would let [i]them[/i] do.

And Guilmon giggled. And squealed. And wept with joy as he flung his arms around Flamedramon's neck, and begged him, for just one tiny little orgasm, to come to bed and celebrate.

And they did. 

One last night of restrained, uneven passion... before at long last, they could be together as equals.

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"So... w-we'll do it tonight? I'll take a drop of the liquid b-before I come to bed, and we'll spend all night together. Hell, forget all night. As long as it takes. I swear, I'm gonna see you spent if it's the very last thing I do."

The two male Digimon lay in bed together, cuddling beneath the sheets, their bodies bare and both tenting the soft cotton bedding with the bulges of their arousal. For now though, they did not act on their desires. Even Guilmon resisted, for he knew that soon... sooner than even Flamedramon expected, they would be experiencing all the passion they could handle and more. He giggled softly as Flamedramon leaned over and gently kissed him upon the cheek, before settling back down against the pillows; arms folded behind his head.

"Mmm... it feels good to know that soon, I'll be able to give you the pleasure you deserve." 

The virus type Digimon blushed, shaking his head slowly.

"Flamey, d-don't speak like that. I love you, and you already give me everything I could ever ask for and more just being here with me day after day. It's not about what I deserve. It's about what [i]we[/i] deserve. And [b]we[/b] deserve to be out of our minds with ecstasy, together, just the two of us... no toys, no machines, every day and night for the rest of our lives."

Beneath the covers of the bed, one of Flamedramon's hands gently drifted across towards where Guilmon lay. It reached for his crotch, and the undeniably hornier of the two Digimon whined softly.

"Ohh... o-oh Flamey... please, d-don't. If you touch me now, I'll h-have to... to cum. And I want to wait. To wait until we can do it together, l-like you said. As equals."

Summoning up all his strength, Guilmon pulled away from his lover's oh so intimate touch, sliding his legs over the edge of the bed and rising to his feet. The digital ruins in which they lived were a veritable mansion; a maze of corridors and winding passages and chambers full of all sorts of random items, from beds to phone boxes to swan shaped paddle boats. The rooms immediately around them however, their [i]home[/i], had been converted into what was effectively an apartment. A bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and a living room, with almost all the modern conveniences of the human world, and a couple that could only exist in the Digital realm.

Guilmon blushed deeper still as Flamedramon's eyes fell upon his thick, rigid, dripping erection. He swallowed heavily, and murmured as he turned away from the bed.

"I... I'm g-gonna get us both a glass of juice. I'll be right back, okay?"

The naked, horny Digimon left the bedroom and proceeded into their quaint little kitchen; an assemblage of whatever appliances and dishes they had been able to scavenge from the ruins, all surrounding their pride and joy... a real, live refrigerator. From within the glowing coolness of that electrical marvel, he drew forth a carton of orange juice... a carton that never emptied no matter how many glasses worth of the sweet, citrusy liquid they poured forth. Just another little miracle in their thoroughly lucky digital lives. Guilmon poured two glasses full of the rich orange liquid, took a quick, surreptitious swig from the carton itself once he had double checked that Flamedramon wasn't looking, before replacing it back in the fridge and closing the door once again.

Turning with the glasses in his paws, ready to return to the bedroom, Guilmon froze. He stopped dead on the spot as his eyes fell upon something sitting upon the counter-top close by. Resting in a small bowl, so as to not let it roll off the counter and potentially break, was a clear, stopper-capped test tube full of clear liquid. The same test tube that Flamedramon had shown to him yesterday.

Guilmon's eyes widened as a thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning. A thought so devious and unfaithful to his lover that it hurt, but one so tempting that it made his cock strain and throb where he stood, a hot, sticky spurt of pre-cum lashing out across the kitchen floor as the Digimon stumbled and gasped in helpless pleasure.

With trembling hands, the Digimon set the glasses of juice down upon the counter close by that glass bowl, and lifted the test tube up into the air. 

He watched his own paws like they were being controlled by someone else, unable to believe what he was doing as he unfastened the cap of the test tube, and with trembling digits poured not a drop... not two drops, but half the liquid into one of the cups of orange juice, and the other half into the other cup.

"Hey, what's going on with that juice? C'mon back, Guil... I'm thirsty, and I wanna cuddle some more before we actually get up!" 

Fighting back a squeal of guilty surprise, Guilmon hurriedly picked up the two cups once again and dashed back through into the bedroom. His heart was pounding, his cock still throbbing in excitement, and he was utterly convinced that after a single glance in his direction Flamedramon would know exactly what he had been up to and call the whole thing off... if not leave him entirely for his attempt at deception.

Instead, he watched, wide eyed and stunned, as Flamedramon reached out and took his glass of orange juice right out of his paw. Their eyes met, and the other Digimon smiled warmly.

"Thank you. I swear, I'll never know how one can get so thirsty just from sleeping..."

He shrugged casually, opened his muzzle, and knocked back the glass of orange-juice... chugging the whole thing, EJ69 and all, in a matter of seconds.

"Mmm... [i]mmhhh[/i], yeah, that was good. I needed that."

Guilmon stared in horror at the empty glass. For some reason, he hadn't expected Flamedramon to down the whole thing at once. To take a sip, sure, maybe a gulp. But not the whole glass!! 

He whimpered softly.

"F-Flamey... I..."

He stared fearfully down at the glass still resting within his own paw, and groaned softly in fear and longing all at once.

He had no choice.

Guilmon raised the glass, and downed his own orange juice in one swift succession of frantic gulps. 

The two Digimon looked at one another. Flamedramon smiled tenderly, whilst Guilmon just stared.

"Is... everything okay, Guil?"

Cocking his head to one side, Flamedramon reached out and took one of Guilmon's hands within his own. He squeezed it gently, reassuringly as he looked at the surprisingly nervous expression on his lover's face, and tenderly pulled the male Digimon a little further towards him.

"Look, I know I said we should wait till tonight, but... I get that you have your needs, and I don't want you to be afraid to ask me for sex if you want it. So, if a quickie will get that look of doom and gloom off your face and let us enjoy ourselves, I [i]guess[/i] I could fuck you..."

Casting the sheets aside with his free hand, Flamedramon pulled Guilmon up and into the bed. Before his lover could even speak, even open his muzzle to do more than whimper softly, Flamedramon had pushed the other Digimon over onto his back, and already had his tongue buried between the slightly plump cheeks of Guilmon's ass. He licked and teased at his boyfriend's pucker hungrily, just enough to get it nice and moist, to prepare it for his imminent arrival. By the time he drew away from Guilmon again some thirty seconds later, Flamedramon was panting heavily, and his cock was dripping pre-cum as if he hadn't had sex for weeks... rather than hours, as was actually the case. 

He straddled Guilmon, growling hungrily as he stared down into the other Digimon's wide eyed, reddened face.

"I dunno if it's just the thought of what's gonna happen tonight, or if you're just particularly fucking beautiful today... but god, I want you."

Firmly, passionately, he grasped Guilmon by the hips, and within seconds both males were howling in delight as Flamedramon began to press his own drooling, throbbing hard-on deep into Guilmon's ass.

For a split-second, time stopped.

It stretched out, far into the past and the future. Drawing infinity into a single instant, during which Flamedramon's eyes widened... and a soft, desperately happy whimper escaped his lips.

"O-oh my... oh my god..."

The pleasure was like nothing he had ever felt before. So intense. So wildly, blissfully savage that it tore at his mind, at his ever sentient thought. He giggled helplessly, mindlessly in joy, and bucked his hips hungrily into Guilmon's tight but well worn rump. Again, again, [b]again[/b]! 

"...what's... what's h-[i]haaaaaaaahhh[/i]! Happening!"

To Guilmon, this level of stimulation had always been perfectly natural. Yes it created a volatile and almost entirely insatiable sex drive, but at least the Digimon was able to control it. To Flamedramon however, it was like rediscovering sex all over again. As though he had somehow been doing it wrong all these years, and now, finally, he was experiencing [i]actual[/i] pleasure, rather than just a slight pleasant tingling upon his swollen crotch. Flamedramon howled in delight as he pounded himself into his lover with feverish urgency, driving his rigid cock hard against Guilmon's prostate, his thighs slapping loudly against Guilmon's cheeks as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of his lover's hips. He couldn't stop, he wouldn't. Not for anything in this world or any other! Not until he'd cum... and cum again. And again. And again.

And again!

His lover meanwhile, simply lay there.

Eyes wide.

Muzzle hanging open. 

A glazed, stunned expression spread across his features as within him, a war raged. A war between body and brain. His body sending its usual pleasure-seeking signals to the brain to be processed, and the brain refusing... unable to believe that signals that strong could possibly exist. Of course, Guilmon alone knew what was happening... he knew why Flamedramon was acting like [i]he[/i] normally did during sex, perhaps even a degree or two more horny and giddy with glee. And thus he also knew why he was feeling what he was feeling. Why his already overwhelmingly heightened sex drive was now being pushed into a realm far beyond anything that a living creature, mortal, digital or otherwise, was naturally meant to experience.

Guilmon gasped softly, breathlessly, as Flamedramon's cock throbbed against his prostate one time too many... and suddenly, finally, his brain couldn't deny the pleasure bombarding it any longer.

His cock strained, he threw his head back, bearing his teeth savagely, and roared in ecstasy as white hot ribbons of cum began to splatter across his chest and the underside of his maw. The first wave, the first surge of pleasure... and already he was cumming! It was worse than that though. Far, [i]far[/i] worse. For that first orgasmic release, driven to new heights by the drug cocktail surging through the horny Digimon's system, was enough to trigger a second. He had barely started his first orgasm, and already he was cumming again. An orgasm atop an orgasm. Pleasure compounded. Ecstasy squared. Cubed. Rising ever higher on a exponential growth curve. 

"Yes! [i]Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...![/i]"

He shrieked deafeningly as the pleasure consumed him, his body thrashing and bucking violently, legs kicking, clawed fingers and toes curling and flexing and wriggling with inescapable ecstasy. Every explosion was bigger than the last by what felt like a billion times over, surely impossible to feel in its entirety... and yet somehow quantified in the pure rapture surging through Guilmon as he came without pause, dousing himself in more and more ribbons of rich, sweet cum.

"Oh Guil... o-oh fuck, Guilmon!"

Flamedramon could only watch, driving his hips feverishly as his own orgasm grew ever closer, while the Digimon in whom his cock was buried thrashed and screamed and sobbed and spurted shamelessly all over himself. His own muzzle hung open, tongue lolling out as he panted in unquenchable lust. By now he knew that something was wrong... very, [i]very[/i] wrong, but it felt too damn good for him to care. 

"W-what did... what did you do, Guil?!"

His eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, he felt his balls tightening, his cock swelling. It was happening! He was going to cum. Flamedramon wailed in pleasure as he ground himself against Guilmon in a frenzy of excitement, and his whole body shook as hot streaks of cum surged out deep into the still screaming, cumming Digimon's ass. Each throbbing pulse of that incredible peak took Flamedramon to new heights, and even as he felt that orgasmic glee beginning to fade some twenty seconds later, he was already thrusting once again. Still he longed for release. Still he craved intimacy and savage, passionate sexual union with his boyfriend. The orgasm's wetness and heat lingered around his swollen cock, but its relief was already fading away. He wanted... he needed more. 

Flamedramon's eyes were fixed on Guilmon, watching as his digital lover continued to mindlessly thrash and squirm upon the bed, more and more cum gushing from his throbbing erection in volumes so vast his balls should have dried up long ago. Guilmon's muzzle remained wide open, and his eyes were fixed, staring off into space even as their lids fluttered wildly. He was no longer screaming, just gurgling senselessly as he continued to cum.

For a split-second, Flamedramon's eyes flickered from Guilmon to one side, his head turning and glancing at the small side-table beside the bed... in particular, at the two empty orange juice glasses resting upon it.

Realisation dawned over the Digimon as he continued his relentless and gleeful fucking, and though it came out as a cry of passion, Flamedramon howled in dismay as he realised what his lover must have done.

"Oh Guil... y-you used it on both of us..."

He threw his head back, wailing in helpless pleasure as his hips somehow found more speed from somewhere deep inside himself. 

"...h-how much? T-twice the dose? Three times? Oh f-fuck... Guil, please t-tell me you didn't use it all!"

Flamedramon roared as almost without realising it, he found himself at the brink of orgasm for a second time. He wailed happily as his load surged out into Guilmon's rump once again, and in his mindless, joyous rapture, one trembling hand slipped away from the Digimon's hips... and wrapped itself tenderly around Guilmon's throbbing, already cumming cock.

Lost in the throes of his own orgasmic passion, Flamedramon squeezed Guilmon's cock tightly.

The scream that Guilmon let loose in that moment rang out for miles around the ruins. Cum fountained from the already overstimulated Digimon's cock, splashing liberally against the walls, the ceiling, all around the bedroom as Flamedramon continued to wildly, mindlessly pump at his lover's pulsing erection.

Prior to his consumption of the EJ69 formula, Guilmon had walked the very edge of what a Digimon was capable of, sexually speaking. He rode the absolute limits of pleasure and endurance, and he rode them [i]hard[/i].

Now those limits were gone. Smashed into a million tiny, orgasmic shards. 

As for what lay beyond them... that was for only Guilmon to know as he shrieked and giggled and howled in mindless, endless euphoria. Only Guilmon, [i]and[/i], just maybe, Flamedramon too. For as he lay astride his lover, pumping his hips and groaning in delight as he worked himself towards yet another orgasm, he could see something shining deep in his lover's wide, pleasure-glazed eyes.

Something beautiful. 

Something sexual.

Something almost... divine.



By Jeeves