Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Betrayed ❯ The Ones We Love ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Notes: Yasha is actually a Veemon. The armored form he uses most often is Yashamon, so his partner, Clair, started calling him Yasha. This is set is Tokyo, somewhere away from West Sinjuku. This was originally a PWP, but it has evolved into a drawn-out story.

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"Clair!" Veemon came bounding into the living room of the Isagi apartment. Clair looked up from her book and smiled at her digimon partner.

"Hi Yasha." Veemon jumped up on the couch and Clair leaned over to give him a quick peck on the lips. "What's up?"

Veemon's eye twitched. "WellIwasgoingthroughsomestuffinthekitchenandIfoundthisbagofstuff. Itwassoootasty!!"

Clair picked up the bag Veemon dropped beside her. "Yasha... these are coffee beans! Oh man, you're going to be wired all day... I can't deal with this!"

Veemon gave her a seductive smile. "Well, I know a way we can burn off some energy, my dear."

"So do I." Clair produced her D-Power and a card from apparently nowhere. "Digimodify! Digimental of Courage, activate!"

Veemon began to glow and floated up above the couch. "Veemon! Armor digivlolve to... Flamedramon!" Flamedramon landed on the floor beside the couch. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind."

"No, but I know how you are, Yasha." She grinned at him. "Not today, mmkay, babe? I just don't feel like it."

Flamedramon sweat-dropped and sighed. "Yeh, I reckon. It's fine."

"Good, now go burn off that energy. Get some training in."

"Alrighty." And with that, Flamedramon jumped out the window onto the fire escape and made his way to the roof of the apartment. Clair got up from her seat and set her book on the table. She yawned and headed for the bathroom.

"A shower will do you some good, ol girl." Clair walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She slid out of her clothes and admired her young body in the foggy mirror. She smiled and got into the water.

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Flamedramon finished his training and came back into the apartment. He dropped his metal gauntlet weapons and started towards the bathroom. "Whew. Man, I need a shower." Just before he opened the door, Clair came out, still damp and wrapped in a towel. She smelled of strawberry shampoo.

"Oh!" She jumped a little. "Oh, Yasha, it's just you."

"Yeh." Flamedramon nodded dumbly. Clair's scarce covering was having an odd affect on him.

"Need to use the bathroom?"

Another nod. "Clair, couldn't you go get dressed? You know what walking around the house like that does to me."

"Oh. Sorry, Yasha." She turned and started towards her room, her small, heart-shaped rear end slightly poking out from the bottom of her towel. The way it was wrapped left very little to the imagination, and Flamedramon just had enough. He needed a fuck and he needed it now.

Flamedramon snuck up behind her as she began to walk off. In one fluid motion, he reached under her arms and grabbed her small, young breasts. She gave a yelp and tried to get away, but Flamedramon's superior strength prevented it.

"Yasha! What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" His long reptilian tongue slithered out of his mouth and ran down her cheek. "I'm getting ready to give you the fucking of your life, Tamer!"

"WHAT?! Yasha... what's gotten into you?"

"I don't know... but I like it. You will too..." With that, he gave her tits a squeaze.

Clair yelped again and managed to kick free of Flamedramon's clawed hands. She made a break for the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Flamedramon walked over to the door and nonchalantly knocked it open. Clair was in the tub, cowering in fear of the dark creature that had once been her beloved Veemon. Flamedramon loomed over her and bent down. He picked her up over his shoulder, with her kicking and screaming against him.

"Shut up. You'll like grow to like this."

"No I won't! Yasha, let me go!"

Flamedramon just grinned and carried his captive back to her bedroom. Once there, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Clair was tossed onto the bed. Before she could get up and to escape, Flamedramon was on her, straddling her chest and pinning her to the bed.

"Yasha! Please don't do this to me!"

Flamedramon got up and used two straps to secure her feet to the bed. There she lay, spread-eagle on the bed, her legs stretched as far apart as they would go. Flamedramon reached down and snatched the towel away from her body. Clair turned her head away and began to sob. He didn't seem to show any pity. In fact, he seemed to take pleasure in her humiliation.

"God, you look so damned good... laying there, helpless like that." He sneered and removed what was left of his armor. His dick was beginning to grow hard from watching her squirm against her restraints, and it poked out from its protective pouch. It began to fill out as he removed his armor. When he finished, he again straddled her.

Grabbing his fifteen inch hard-rock dick, he held it to her mouth. "Suck me."

"What!?"

"You heard me! I said suck my cock, whore!"

Clair whimpered and took his huge penis in her hands as tears began to stream down her face. Stretching her mouth open wide, she began to take the tip into her mouth, fighting against the urge to gag. The thought of this creature raping her like this just sickened her. Flamedramon let out a low moan and grabbed the back of her head. Before she could resist, he thrust his prick down the back of her mouth, causing her to gag and bite down on him.

"OW!!!" He pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Damn it!!" He growled and reared his hand back. It came back and struck her across the face.

She took the slap silently. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"Never, EVER, bite me again!" She just lowered her head and sobbed. He reached down and grabbed her roughly by the chin. "Do you understand me, slave!?"

Clair whimpered and nodded slowly.

"Good. But, you will still be punished."

"P-punished?"

"Yes," Flamedramon reached down to her chest and grabbed her nipples in his fingers, twisting them as hard as he could without tearing the tender nubs off. "Punished."

Clair screamed bloody murder and trashed about undernieth him. She brought her hands to his wrists and tried to pull him off, but to no avail.

"That's it, scream for me!"

Clair screamed again, so loud that Flamedramon surely thought the neighbors would hear. He loved torturing this tender human girl, but he did not want to draw attention to their activities. He let go and Clair brought her hands to her breasts, clutching them, trying desperately to quell the immense pain. Tears streamed down her red cheeks and she sobbed.

"Yasha, please! Please change back into my beloved Yash! I... I don't want to love you like this!"

"No, I like this... Now, my pet... for the rest of your punishment!" Flamedramon dismounted the bed and lowered himself between her spread legs. He traced his tongue over her swollen pussy lips.

Clair stopped struggling and just watched him, shaking horribly. "P- please..."

Flamedramon kissed her sensative skin and traced a clawed finger through her sparse pubic hair. He stopped with his claw just above her clit and grinned.

"Please, don't make it hurt!"

His long tongue slithered over it, almost gently, caressing the tiny bulb. Without warning, he clamped down his sharp teeth on it, eliciting an ear-piercing shriek from Clair. She thrashed around, trying with all her might to escape this painful torture. In a last ditch effort, she managed to slam her knee into his head, knocking him away, his sharp teeth scratching her clit and pussy lips in the process.

Flamedramon's head snapped back. "Grrrr.... YOU STUPID BITCH!"

Clair, having realized what she'd done, brought her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Yasha, I'm sorry!"

"You whore!" He reached up and grabbed one of the leather straps he'd used to tie her hands with. He raised the strap up above his head and, much to Clair's surprise and anguish, brought the strap down on the tender flesh of her inflamed cunt. She screamed and attempted to turn over, to somehow hide from his strikes, bit the straps holding her legs open prevented it. He brought the strap down again and again, striking her most sensative area with each whip. She was quickly reduced to a whimpering, quivering, tearful heap, wailing with each smack of the leather against her nether regions.

Flamedramon brought the strap down a final time and admired his handywork, running his fingers over her abused and bleeding vagina. Clair cringed at his touch, crying harder than ever.

"Please... don't hurt me anymore..."

"Oh, so you don't want me to hurt you?" Clair nodded vigorously and Flamedramon grinned. Before she could react, he shoved three of his huge fingers into her tight young snatch, stretching her way too wide, being as dry as her insides were. "Does this hurt!?"

Clair threw her head back and screamed until her throat was raw. Tears poured down her cheeks. She just couldn't believe her precious Yasha would be doing this to her. A million thoughts raced through her mind. Why would her lover, feral as he is in battle, be doing this to her? She wished it would all just go away. Flamedramon pulled his fingers out of her and licked the blood off. She looked up at him through tear-clouded eyes.

"Well, my dear, it's about time we got to the fun part."

Clair whimpered and snapped her eyes shut. She felt him unstrap her legs and lift her off the bed. He held her in his arms and sat down on the bed, lining the head of his massive cock up with the opening of her abused, bleading slit. Clair rolled her head back and prepared her for the immense pain about to insue. She wasn't a virgin. Yashamon had been her first lover. And since finding she liked it so much, she allowed him to fuck her almost anytime he wanted. But this time it wasn't him. It was something darker, more ferocious.

With a strong thrust, he pushed his member up into her tight vagina, her blood acting as somewhat of a lubricant. Clair screamed, feeling her inner walls being stretched further than she ever thought possible. Intense pain shot up through her body like a lightning bolt, and came to a stop when he bottomed out at seven inches. Her cunt was stretched tight so tight, she thought it would tear apart.

"Oh my. Only seven inches? This just will not do."

Clair jerked her head up and her eyes grew wide. She thought he surely couldn't be serious. But when she felt the head of his dick pushing against her inner wall, she realized he was. The feeling of being stretched was present again, making her whimper in pain. Finally, her cervix gave way and another four inches of him length shot up inside her. Clair howled in agony and struggled with what little energy she had left. Her hands were beginning to bleed from her fingernails digging into them. She gritted her teeth and waited from merciful unconciousness.

Holding her undernieth her legs, he began to fuck into her womb. He took long, agonizing strokes, both to prolong her pain and intensify his pleasure. His strokes became faster and faster, filling her vagina and womb over and over again with his length. As if things couldn't be any worse, his tail came around and began forcing its way into her tight ass. Clair tried to force up words, but her throat was constricted with pain, just like the rest of her body. Flamedramon's tail snapped her ring and shot up into her, making small tears in her as well.

"Oh God! Such a pair of tight holes!"

Clair whimpered. her body hanging limp in the hands of her master.

"I Think it's time I told you something. I'm not Flamedramon. My name's Dark Flamedramon. Next time to decide to slash, make sure you know what card you have in your hand. The Digimental of Darkness card is a wonderful thing."

He laughed grimly, feeling her begin to shake. Her apparent pain was causing him to finish too quickly. His thrusts quickened and his breath became ragged. With a final, intense thrust, he began to fill her belly with hot, sticky cum. What seemed like gallons of cum filled her poor cunt and womb, squirting out the sides and pooling on the floor below her. She screamed over and over again, the cum stinging her internal tears. With a final, animalistic grunt, Flamedramon finshied cumming and pulled his softening prick from her abused snatch and his tail dislodged itself from her back door. He dropped her with a light thud onto the bed, a mixture of cum and blood flowing out of her. Her face was red and tear-streaked.

"It was fun. We'll have to do it again sometime." His energy used up, he began to glow and shrank down to Veemon, with a dazed look on his face. He looked at his abused, bleeding, destroyed love and broke into tears. He ran to her side, tears flowing down his face. On the floor at the foot of the bed, the Digimental of Darkness card lay in a small puddle of blood.