Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Heat of the Dream ❯ Heat ( One-Shot )

The night was warm and windy and the silver orb-like moon shone brightly in the digital world, guiding any digimon who might have been lost. The moon guided a certain digimon along the rocky hills and through the forests. His demonic motorcycle would have crushed almost anything that got in the way of its path, but it's master made sure it didn't.

The rider was strong and quite handsome. Moonlight colored skin, a destructive, metallic tail, three blood red eyes, fangs, and spiky blond hair. Oh, yes, he was handsome. Everyone knows that if you must own a motorcycle, you must dress like a biker. That's exactly what he was dressed in.

A deep violet colored helmet, a bomber jacket with cords on the back which also held one of his sawed off shotguns, his black "jumpsuit" with a silver zipper, a pair of twin belts, and a pair of big boots with silver spiked toes. His left boot held his other gun and it's hostler.

This digimon was of a Demon Lord type. Evil and down right nasty, right? Others would have thought so, but what they didn't know was that this certain digimon had a woman. She loved him and he loved her. So much for being evil, huh?

His name was Beelzemon and he had just come back from visiting some other digimon who happened to be his long time friends. He was tired and a bit cranky. All he wanted was to get back to his cabin, slip into bed, and go to sleep.

Beelzemon rolled his bike into the shed and made his way up the stairs. When he opened the door, he was immediately struck by a strong, luring scent. It set off all kinds of alarms throughout his body. Beelzemon slammed the door shut and locked it before following the scent through the dark, narrow halls.

The biker stopped at a door where the scent had heightened. It was so strong that it made Beelzemon a bit dizzy. The stuff was becoming addictive. Slowly he pushed open the door. There, lying on the bed in only a white bra and panties, was his woman.

Her dark ocean-blue hair covered the pillow and parts of her face, making her irresistible to touch. On the dresser next to the bed sat a few candles, already short from the heat of their fire. The light of the orange-yellow flames danced along Ombremon's slender, almost naked body as she slept restlessly. The dark digimon stood in the shadows, studying his mate.

She seemed out of breath and her body sparkled from the thin layer of sweat. Again, Ombremon was clothed in only a bra, which was damp from her preparation, and a tight thong. He watched as she twisted and turned every few seconds, thinking that she was having some kind of horrible nightmare. Not taking it anymore, Beelzemon silently walked to her side. He noticed the scent he had been following was radiating off of her.

It didn't disgust him nor did it frighten him. Instead it made the tall demon excited and quite restless himself. He moved a few strands of the silky soft hair from his beloved's face and admired her beauty. She was everything to him. She was his light; his love; his pain; his very soul. Ombremon was his main reason for even existing. Beelzemon didn't know what he'd do if he ever lost her.

"Mmmmm…" Beelzemon snapped out of his trance and watched as Ombremon withered around. He gripped her shoulders gently and shook her until she opened her innocent, emerald eyes.

"Hey, you're back," she whispered happily, still half asleep. She stretched her arms above her head and gave a great yawn, clenching her hands until she relaxed again.

"Yeah, I had a rough night. I'm glad to be back." His slender lips curved into a devious smile, causing the blue haired female to blush. He leaned over and whispered in her white cat-like ear, "Why are you all wet and breathless? Did ya have a bad dream?" He knew what was going on, from the minute he walked into the room he knew, but he liked teasing her. It was his way of having fun.

"I might have…" she whispered back. He brought his lips to her neck and licked away some of salty sweat. He heard the sharp intake of breath and smirked. He continued to slide his tongue slowly along Ombremon's neck, felling the rapid pulse of her heartbeat.

"What was it about?" he mumbled, slowly pulling his gloves off. He ran a finger down her arm, enjoying the heat that was rising from her body. Beelzemon jammed one of his hands in her wild hair as his other ran the length of her body and back up her legs, stopping at mid-thigh.

Taking in a ragged breath, Ombremon whispered, "It was about this guy…" Ombremon bit her bottom lip to choke back a moan.

"Go on," Beelzemon kissed her collarbone as his hand slowly and frustratingly moved its way up her thigh. He loved the feel of her heartbeat. So fast, yet steady.

"He was tall, broad, and sexy. He liked to tease and joke around with people. Especially when it came to his mate."

Beelzemon lifted his head just a bit to look Ombremon straight in the eyes. His breath was hot and smelled of mints, like always.

"What did his mate happen to look like?" he asked, so close to touching her lips. His hand stopped its upward movement and he waited to see what she would say. They both gazed lovingly into each other's eyes.

"I couldn't tell. The dream was dark, no lights in the room." She slowly blinked once. Twice. It was deliberate and he knew it, but it was seductive.

"What was so bad about the dream?" Ombremon smiled slyly, propping herself up on her elbows. She reached over her man's head, gripped the back of his helmet and gave it a good tug. She lowered the helmet over the side of the bed and dropped it. Even while doing all this, the two never broke eye contact.

"The man's mate happened to go into heat, but he refused to relieve her of it." Ombremon stared into the face of her mate. No one had ever seen Beelzemon without his helmet except her, but that was okay with him because they had been together for two years.

He was absolutely sexy without it. His blond hair poked in all directions and one bit happened to hang, slightly curving, in front of his face. (A/N: Think of the teenage Gohan from DBZ!) Others would have thought that his hair would be hard and sharp, but really it was soft and fun to touch. Ombremon sometimes called him `Fuzz Ball' because of it.

"How cruel," he leaned forward just a bit, only centimeters from her lips, "Must have been awful to go through that misery. You must be feeling lucky to have a guy like me."

"Oh, I am." Ombremon wrapped an arm around Beelzemon's neck and closed what little space was left between their lips. Beelzemon crawled onto the bed and gripped her hair, pulling her head back and exposing Ombremon's creamy throat. Without any hesitation, the dark digimon attacked the woman's neck with kisses.

Ombremon closed her eyes and savored the tickling feeling that ran throughout her body. By now Beelzemon had his palm pressing against the dampness of panties. He could fell the heat beyond the cloth barrier. He thought he would go insane if he didn't take her then.

With the help of Ombremon, Beelzemon slipped off his jacket then his boots, soon followed by the upper part of his "jumpsuit". He stopped at his pants and gripped Ombremon's wrist when she went to unzip them.

"Beelzemon…" she growled, "this isn't the time to play with me!" He smirked and brought the palm to his lips. She gasped when he kissed the little mark in the middle of her palm. The mark was a scar from when she got so angry with him that she had punctured her hand with her own nails. Besides her tail and a few other things, the scar was the most sensitive part of her body.

"Oh, this is the perfect time to play," he mumbled. The demon digimon bent down and claimed her full red lips in a deep, passionate kiss. This was the very first time Ombremon had ever gone into heat, so Beelzemon wanted to make it last. While distracting her with his kiss, Beelzemon lightly brushed the back of his hand over Ombremon's breast.

She moaned against his lips, arching her back. Oh, he was going to love this. He was going to enjoy touching her in other places if she was that sensitive. His other hand was still cupping her womanhood, which was still being blocked by the stupid cloth, and he felt her become wetter when he traced a finger around her stiff nipple.

"Beelzemon, please, you're killing me!" Ombremon whined as he massaged one breast then the other, making sure neither of them was neglected. Her slender thighs closed around his hand tightly when he pulled part of the bra down and kissed the nipple gently.

"Easy there, O. We have all night, so just calm down." He sucked on the reveled breast and massaged the other. Doing this made her cry out for him to get rid of her heat and fast. To keep her voice down just a bit, Beelzemon pulled down her panties and slipped two fingers into her precious gem.

"Mmmmm!" He pulled his fingers out just enough where the tips were barley in then pushed back inside. She was hot. No wonder they called it `Heat'. As he played with her, images flashed before him, erotic ones that made him hard and throbbing.

He pictured himself savagely taking her on the wall; plunging in and out of her; kissing and biting. Beelzemon had to restrain himself; reminding himself over and over again to take it slow. The torturing wasn't meant for him, but for Ombremon. But the pictures were just too hard to ignore really and the smell of her hot sex wasn't helping any.

"Damnit, stop this Beelzemon and take me now! I can't stand it anymore!!" Ombremon hissed. Beelzemon ignored her and continued to play with her sex; occasionally blowing on her stomach to watch her shudder and see goosebumps appear over her soft skin.

After about ten minutes of using his fingers, the biker pulled his hand away and licked the hot juices from hid fingers. He sat up and gazed down at his love. She lay there, squirming and panting under him, her hair damp and brushed to one side of the bed. The light from the candles was dim, almost gone, but he didn't care. Though he did want to see O's face when he took her.

"All right, you win," he mumbled and stood up to slip off his pants. When he did, Beelzemon was instantly relieved because it was absolutely unbearable to wear tight leather while in the mood for action. He turned slightly and saw Ombremon on her side, propped up by an elbow and holding the side of her head in her hand. She had already removed her bra and thong, making it a lot easier on him.

Smirking he turned fully around, showing off all his naked glory and his proud erection. Ombremon's eyes widened at his size. It had been a while since they had slept together. All their fighting prevented them from doing that, so she totally forgot how big he was.

"Careful where you walk Biker! You might knock something over," she teased. Beelzemon put a hand on his hip and smirked.

"Either that or have someone look for it with a magnifying glass!" He crawled back onto the bed, pushing Ombremon on her back. He kissed her hard and pressed his throbbing desire against her heated opening. Beelzemon kissed her neck, finding the mark he had first left on her. His voice rumbled against her flesh when he asked, "What do you want O?"

"To be relieved," she whimpered.

"Where?"

"Inside me," Beelzemon gripped both of her legs, still licking her neck, and brought them on either side of him. His throbbing was becoming painful now. He moved his head to her collarbone and kissed his way down between her two perfectly proportioned hills of lushness. Ombremon wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him there.

"By who?" His question was slightly muffled.

"You."

"When?"

"Right now!" She shouted. That's all he needed to know and shoved himself into her. He groaned. She was scorching and so tight that it drove him mad!

"Oh, God!" She screamed, gripping his hair as he drove harder into her. Beelzemon didn't let go of her legs, but pulled then back every time he made a powerful thrust. He wanted to bury deep within her and to never remove himself again.

"Oh, Ombremon! You're so hot!" He moaned. He sat up completely, pounding furiously further into Ombremon. The blue haired girl shouted her mate's name over and over as a new wave of pleasure hit her, each one stronger than the last.

"Bee-lze-mon! I can feel it!" Ombremon pulled the biker down and kissed him. Not resisting at all Beelzemon kissed right back. He could feel the building as well. Each powerful stroke he made took away some of Ombremon's heat, but added to their climax. Ombremon was the first to feel it strike.

She dug her nails into his back and cried out loudly. Beelzemon bit directly down on the two tiny scars, replacing the mark on her again. He gave a couple more thrusts before hissing against her throat as his warm seed passed though him and into his woman.

"Ugh…" Beelzemon fell on top of her, all energy spent. Ombremon laughed tiredly and decided to leave him there. He wasn't all that heavy and he seemed to like her breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes, running her fingers gently through his soft, golden spikes.

"Thank you Beelzemon…" she muttered before drifting to sleep.