Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digimon 02: Rage of the Thirteen ❯ Last Day before the Return ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I only own the plot; the various characters belong to their various owners.

Author’s Note: Well after seeing the various multi-chaptered Daisuke-centric stories around I have finally decided to try my hand at my own. I’d like to give credit to Psycho G, Gallantmon of the Hazard (hope you don’t mine that I borrowed your warnings paragraph below), and a few others for inspiring me. This story will have quite a few crossovers and use elements mainly from the many Capcom fighting games primarily Street Fighter and Darkstalkers, King of Fighters, Naruto, Shaman King, Winx Club, Power Rangers, and possibly more. It’s set 12 years after the battle against MaloMyotismon. I will primarily use the Digidestined original names with some use of dub names, mainly for Cody as Iori is also the name of a King of Fighters character. This will have Daiyako, Daikari, Daisuke/Hikari/Miyako, and past Kenyako. Warning: This story is rated X because it has violence, ranging from mild to intense, blood, gore, death, mild to explicit bad language, mild to explicit suggestive themes, and finally X-rated lemon scenes, lime scenes, nudity, and other adult situations/themes, including bondage, slavery, masturbation, rape, and others!


Digimon 02: Rage of the Thirteen

Some ages:
Daisuke, Takeru, Hikari: 24
Miyako: 25
Cody: 21
Koushiro, Mimi: 26
Taichi, Sora, Yamato: 27
Jyou, Jun: 28

Prologue: Last Day before the Return


Outside of a forest a figure could be seen in a large, open grassy area. Sweat gleamed off his shirtless, tanned skin. He wore a dark navy blue pair of kickboxing pants, a black pair of boxing boots, and a black pair of kickboxing gloves. He started off slowly kicking and punching, but soon he appeared to be doing an intense and deadly dance. He twisted his body in different directions all the while his hands and feet moving, nearly soundlessly through the air.

This was Daisuke Motomiya, Digidestined of Miracles and now one of the most skilled warriors ever. He, along with his sister and two other friends had been traveling throughout different parts of the multi-verse for the past ten years as they trained their power and skills. At the moment he was practicing his martial art skills as he always tried to do at least every other day.

Off to the side one of the two females of the group, the Digidestined of Freedom, Miyako Inoue entered into the area slowly, her feet were bare, her hair was back in a pony tail, and her clothing was fit for the warm weather. The skirt was her favorite, privately she called it the "Perfect Paper", black, long enough to cover everything but short enough to keep things interesting. Her top was also in place . . . a black sports bra to be exact and that was all. She walked calmly as she took in the area.

Daisuke briefly sensed a new person arrive in the area, but paid them no mind. He was in his zone and wouldn't stop until he was through, besides he knew who it was anyway. A red fiery aura began to glow around him as he made his way to one of the nearby ponds. With a flip he landed in the center of the pond, easily standing on top of the water without falling through. With his red aura glowing and a bit of steam rising from under his feet, he caused numerous small geysers of water to shoot up as he resumed his practice. The aim now was to hit the water plumes before they fell.

Stopping a little ways from the pond, Miyako looked out on the water as a light mist began to cover her skin. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she watched Daisuke train. She watched quietly as not to break his concentration.

Daisuke still didn't break his rhythm even though he felt his visitor's eyes on him. He sneaked a peek at her as he did a front flip into an ax kick. ‘Hmmm, it seems someone’s in a teasing mood today. Well, if she’s going to tease me with that skirt of hers I might as well put on a show for her then.’

Miyako's eyes, seeming dark, distant, and thoughtful, stayed on the Daisuke. She kept still as she watched him and knew that he knew of her presence. Her smile grew as she continued to observe him carefully.

Daisuke really began turning up the intensity as his kicks and punches became a blur of motion. Finally he did one last downward punch at the water causing a large geyser of water to erupt under his feet and launch him in the air. At the peak of his launch a silvery metallic aura glinted around him and then he did a few back flips until he was back over solid ground. Landing hard feet first he left a slight indentation on the ground. He held his fists down at his sides as he gave a respectful bow. He then pulled off his kickboxing gloves and stored them back in his bag before starting a few cool down stretches. Not looking in her direction he spoke to his lilac haired visitor.

“So . . . you enjoy the show?” Daisuke asked as he stretched.

Miyako gave a quiet nod, knowing well it would not be seen before replying, “Of course, you know I always have loved watching you train or training with you, even if you do showoff sometimes.” This last part she said with a smirk.

“Of course I know you do,” Daisuke smoothly replied grinning as he finished his cool down routine and grabbed his water jug. Unscrewing the cap he took a chug and then poured the rest of it over his head. “Ahhh, that's better,” He sighed at the feeling of the cool water before shaking off a little of the excess water, he then grabbed his towel and slowly dried himself off. After hearing the end of what she said he grabbed at his chest in mock pain, “I’m hurt Miya, dear. Me, showoff? Whatever would make you say such a thing?”

Miyako smiled and nodded with a mischievous shine in her eye, “Yes a showoff, and don’t deny it.” Her voice then becomes a purr, “But I must say the eye candy you provide more than makes it worth it.”

He blushed as he draped the towel around his shoulders and shook his head, “Anyway, dear is there another reason you’re here besides teasing?” He then pulled out his shades that had long replaced his goggles and slipped them on before adding, “Not that I really mind the teasing in the least but I’m sure you’re here for more than that.”

She smirked as she answered, “You love my teasing and you know it, but I’m here because Jun sent me to get you.”

Daisuke grinned goofily as he responded, “True I do, and tell my sister I’ll be along shortly.”

Her smirk widened as she began to chuckle, “No can do, she told me to bring you back even if I had to knock you out and drag you back.” She sobered a bit and continued “She thinks that with today being our last day in this dimension before we head back home that we should take the day off, I’m inclined agree. You especially could use the time; you’ve been training like a madman in one form or another the past few weeks.”

He gave a heavy sigh then grabbed his bag, “Your both probably right and a bit of relaxing and fun would be good I suppose. Besides, something tells me we might not be getting much of it when we return. How about you and I go out tonight?”

She eyed him with a playful smile as naughty thoughts passed through her mind. “Sounds good, I know just the place. It’s that club Morrigan and Felcia took me to a few days ago.”

Daisuke raised an eyebrow, “Should I be worried? I know how wild those two Darkstalkers like things most of the time.”

Miyako just grinned, “Just trust me, for one whole night we’re going to forget all about the trials we’re probably soon going to face. Ok?” Then not waiting for him to answer she grabbed him by the arm and began to drag him back to town.

~*~

It was just turning dark when Daisuke entered the parking lot in a confident stride. He was wearing black leather boots and pants with a navy blue soccer jersey and black fingerless fighting gloves. A black leather duster and his usual shades topped off his ensemble. Getting to his bike, Daisuke took a minute to admire it as he ran a hand over its sleek, midnight blue contours.

Miyako arrived a few moments later in form fitting leather pants, a cotton tube top and a leather jacket that barely went past the belly-showing tube top. She waved with a smile before saying, “One can never go wrong with leather . . . .”

After giving her a slow once over Daisuke replied, “So true, so true.” His eyes traveled back up to meet her eyes and he smirked before asking, “So helmets? Or should we live life dangerously?”

Miyako smiled and moved slowly closer, her heels tapped on the pavement before she sat side saddle on the bike after a glace of admiration at both it and her companion. “Don’t we always live life dangerously? Besides, danger is . . . such a turn on.”

Daisuke stepped in front of her and ran his fingers lightly up the outside of her thigh, “And you my dear are the most dangerous thing around, ‘cause I'm definitely turned on.” He gazed into her eyes with a heated look before leaning forward and deciding to be even bolder by capturing her lips in a kiss.

Miyako, to say the least, was a always a bit surprised by how fast she could turn him on, but she was also far from complaining as she returned the kiss.

Daisuke deepened the kiss a little more as he lightly ran one of his hands from her thigh up her side, under her coat. He circled one of her nipples with his thumb as he cupped one of her shirt-clad breast. He then slid his hand back down to caress her ass and left it there as he finally pulled his head away panting for breath. “Yes, danger is definitely a turn on.”

Miyako would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t like his touch. Once he pulled back she smiled, with a fire in her eyes. Her voice became a taunting purr, “Naughty boy. Now, how about getting us to the club?”

“Sure, lets go,” Daisuke easily replied as he got on his bike waiting for her to get comfortable behind him before turning the key, revving up and taking off into the night.

~*~

Miyako slipped from behind Daisuke as he pulled the bike to the curb near the club. The music inside had a beat that just made her want to dance. Smiling she waited for Daisuke to join her on the sidewalk before kissing him hard, for but a moment. Teasing him as she loved to do sometimes, then she said, “I hope you’re ready, because I’m in a mood tonight.” The club was perfect for dancing and dining. Though she had only been there the once before, it was an instant favorite. Good music, good food and drink... and private rooms.

Daisuke enjoyed the tempting kiss before smirking at her statement. He pulled her close and huskily whispered in her ear, “Well, you know I've always liked playing with . . . fire; I'll leave it up to you to judge how ready I am, my spicy piece of candy.” He then nibbled down her neck and swayed them, briefly running his hands down her body, before pulling away and giving her a sexy grin. “Ready to go in?”

Miyako smirked, her head tipping just slightly for his lips before stepping back at the same time he did, her smile matching his grin. “I’m ready whenever you are,” winking she turned and walked towards the club, her hips moved in a confident and sassy matter. As she neared the club she turned the heads of the bouncers as well as many others.

He followed after with a chuckle, easily catching up to her with his slow, but long strides. As he reached her side, he wrapped an arm around her waist, then slowly moved his hand down and slid it into the back pocket of her leather pants and cupped one of her cheeks, before smirking. “I knew you'd turn a few heads tonight. Well, you want a drink first or should we show these amateurs how dancing’s really done?”

Miyako smiled and slipped her arm around his waist as well, taking a moment to consider, “Well I don't much care for this song . . . once I get a drink down, however, I make no guarantees that I'll stay . . . good. You know I’m not a shy girl.” She winked again and steered them both towards the bar.

He allowed himself to be steered and leaned to whisper in her ear, “Good. I’ve grown to prefer girls that are strong, up front, a little wild . . . and loud.”

Smiling and giving no verbal reaction to his comment, Miyako slapped a twenty on the bar and calls to the bartender her order, “White Russian,” then turned her head to her partner, “What would you like?” Despite her lack of liking for the song, her hips swayed with the beat.

Daisuke moved closer and swayed with her as he dropped a few large bills on the counter and told the bartender, “I'll take whatever you have that’s the strongest.”

Once Miyako's drink was delivered, she sipped it and felt it circulate through her veins. It had been too long since she'd had a good White Russian. As she slowly sipped her beverage she watched those dancing as her hips swayed. Her eyes were narrow and observant, looking slightly evil, but in a naughty way. Daisuke had always seemed to bring out the worst in her, whether it was arguing when they were younger or . . . in the more naughty ways now. She idly wondered if he could handle what she was soon to dish out as this club seemed to draw her Crest of Freedom like a moth to a flame, lowering her inhibitions even more than usual.

Daisuke accepted his drink and took a healthy swallow from the large glass. He was pleasantly surprised by the drink's strength as it burned all the way down. “Now that’s good: strong, spicy, and with a burn!” he said this as he gazed into her eyes.

Her lips curled into an almost sinister smile. Her drink was already gone and she set the glass back on the stool before heading out to the dance floor with a single comment, “This is only the beginning.” She then slipped safely onto the floor and began to dance in a way that taunted every male in the vicinity, though the taunt was aimed at Daisuke. Her hips swayed methodically, her thong sticking out slightly, and her arms rose over her head. The small cotton top rose with her arms, showing the underside of her breasts, her chest threatened to pop out even as she continued to move.

He finished his own drink as he watched her move to the dance floor and then slipped out to join her. He slowly made his way out and stopped just behind her. He ran his left hand from the side of her thigh to the front and then ran his hand smoothly up her body giving her breasts a bold rough caress under her shirt when he reached them. He them moved very close, his right hand coming to rest on her thigh as he matched her swaying rhythm as he ground into the fine curves of her ass, letting her pick the pace.

Her eyelids slid over her brown orbs as she moved right back against his upper and lower torso with the beat of the music. She tipped her head back onto his shoulder as her arms bent at her elbows and moved over his hair. A normal woman, at his touch to her chest, might have flinched or feared her breasts popping out, Miyako however didn't think twice about it as her lips traced his jaw line.

His right hand joined his left caressing her breasts beneath her shirt as his lips captured hers in a kiss. He then trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping her with his teeth as he went. As he did that he took her left breast more firmly in his left hand as he pinched the nipple between his fingers before switching to the right breast. While he did this, his right hand smoothly made its way down the front of her body, toying with her thong.

Miyako's kissed him back, though only lightly and teasingly, before in one fluid motion, she slipped from him and turned to face him. Her lips curled into a smile as she neared him again, her front pressing firmly against his. Her hips still moved to the beat. One of her legs stepped between his and the other remained on the outside, her thigh and knee moved pressed and ground over his crotch as they danced. Then she kissed him again. This time, however, she kept his lips and kissed him hard and hungrily.

He cupped her ass in his hands, pulling her even closer, grinding into her as he returned her kiss with equal fervor. Their sultry dance led them with her back against a column as their moves became more intense.

It seemed as though all eyes were on them and their erotic dancing. Miyako didn't seem to mind at all and changed nothing. Her teeth grazed his lips but never left then and her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. The new song was slower but still had a beat that fit their every action, as though the DJ on hand was playing songs to work with them and not vice versa. However, if this kept up, Miyako would be dragging Daisuke into the back before long and finding out just how ready he was really.

Displaying some strength he easily lifted her up just slightly in the air so that they'd be at an even better angle to grind together; he then pressed her hard against the column, securely keeping her in the air and at that perfect angle. His hands now left free, palmed her breasts under her shirt as he roughly pulled and twisted her nipples.

Miyako’s head tipped back and her lips parted from his with a soft moan. Relaxing after a moment she tipped her head forward and purred into his ear, “There are private rooms in back . . . .” She began to nibble upon his earlobe and suck just below it as she awaited his response.

He groaned as she nibbled his ear. He nipped his way up her neck to her ear and whispered huskily, “Then lead the way, unless you'd like me to gladly take you right here.” He said this as he ground into her again, so hard that he lifted her a little more into the air, while giving her nipples an even harsher twist and pull.

~*~

After weaving through the crowd back to the bar she called for a key to one of the private rooms and pretty much dragged Daisuke back there. She locked it behind her and turned to face him. She was no longer being good for the sake of peering eyes, for there were now none about. Her hands moved over the crotch of his pants and squeezed slightly. All bets were now off and soon all clothing would be off as well.

As he was sliding off his leather coat he felt her squeeze his crotch and let out a groan, “Fuck!” Drawing a breath he tossed his coat to the side and asked with lust, “Like what you feel, dear?”

She smirked and nodded, releasing him and letting her coat fall to the floor, leaving only her tube top. “Mmm. Mhmm.” In the background the music was still audible but that changed nothing. She began to tease him again, kissing him lightly, her hands brushed the crotch of his pants again and then she turned. Her back to him she started to walk away from him with that walk of hers. Her fingers hooked onto her pants and slid them down just enough to reveal the upper parts of her cheeks and most of her thong. She now stood about a yard from him and began to sway her hips to the faint music that thumped though the room.

He slipped his shirt over his head as he closed the distance between them and ground into her and pinching her nipples firmly. He slowly nibbled down here neck; he then found a spot just before her neck met her shirt collar and sucked at it firmly, before taking bites, while slowly slipping her pants down her further.

Smirking she did not hinder Daisuke, her lips parted slightly in a soft moan before her pants fell and she kicked them aside. Her top was next to go, leaving her chest bare, her only remaining clothing being her black thong. Her head tipped slightly for his teeth and lips as she ground her ass against his front.

Daisuke brought the fingers of his right hand up to her mouth, letting her suck each in turn before he ran his hand down her body and slipped them between her panties. Tracing her lips he felt how wet she was then slipping two of his long fingers inside before a third and finally a forth joined them as his thumb played with her clit. As he did that he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants with his left hand and pushed his pants and boxers both down, stepping out of them and kicking them to join Miyako's off to the side, all the while his mouth never left her neck. He pulled her flush against him, letting her feel just how hard his long cock was for her as it nestled between her cheeks and the tiny back of her thong. Finally he slid his fingers from her pussy and ripped her thong off her in a hard tug. He raised his head slightly to whisper roughly in her ear, “Hope they weren't you favorites. I'll buy you a new pair, but you won't be needing them for a good, long, long time . . . .” He says this as he bent his knees, wedged the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, and then rammed home in one, quick, deep thrust. The last part came out in a pleasured hiss as his thick cock sheathed into her tight, wet folds.

She sucked each of his fingers, even nipped them one after the next and smiled. As his hand lowered, she bit her lower lip in an almost shy anticipation of what was to come. The aggressiveness he showed surprised her and the fact that she was so submissive surprised her even more. His touch on her clit and inside of her sent a powerful shiver though her body. She practically melted in his arms. Miyako paid no mind to the ripped undergarment. She owned many more. The touch of his cock sent another pleasured chill up her spine and his thrust into her nearly caused her to scream, nearly. She moaned loudly in pleasure. Her nails raked against his skin.

He stilled briefly inside her before grinding in her as he took them into an even more erotic version of their dance from out on the dance floor. He then harshly rasped, “Fuck . . . Do . . . You . . . Feel . . . Good!” Each word of that statement punctuated by a hard, deep thrust that moved them until the front of her is up against a wall. He held Miyako’s hands above her head as he hammered into her roughly, his thrusts increasing in speed. Releasing her hands he brutally pulled and twisted her nipples with his left hand to the point of sweet pain. His right began to relentlessly play with her clit just as he pulled almost all the way out of her, changed the angle of his entrance just slightly, and deeply rammed back inside her pussy, his thrusts now continually brushing her g-spot. He growled in her ear passionately as he used these three tricks from his repertoire, working to bring her to her first orgasm quickly and strongly letting her have a taste of his abilities.

Miyako's lips were parted by heavy breaths and pleasured moans; she did her best not to scream as he hit her spot with his thrusts. His movements caused her immense pain that was, to her, immense pleasure. Her release was building quickly and she tensed in an attempt to hold it back. “Oh . . . god . . . Daisuke . . . .” She moaned as her spine arched, her nails now dug into her palms and teeth bit into her lip near to the point of bleeding. Around him, her walls clenched and her skin was covered in goose bumps brought on by chills. If this was only the beginning, she could only imagine what was to come.

Knowing she was trying to hold back her release but feeling her walls tightening he decided to make this first orgasm be really special. Reluctantly pulling out he spun her to face him, while using his small wind abilities to assault her body and keep it on the brink. He grabbed a thigh in each hand and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding her just over his cock as he gruffly commanded her, while beginning to use a trick he’d picked up to make is body vibrate, “Clench you muscles as tight as you can, as if you're trying to keep me from ever entering you again.” Daisuke then hungrily captured her mouth in a kiss before he sandwiched her flush between himself and the wall, letting his quaking chest stimulate her harden nipples while waiting for her to clench her muscles.

She was obedient, clenching tightly, she kissed him back with heated passion. Her legs held herself up. Miyako's arms once more wrapped around his shoulders as she waited, her body tense and shivering with pleasure and awaiting what more was to come.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, knowing how much pleasure she would gain when he entered her now super-tight depths. He increased his vibrations even more, wanting her to come on his first thrust, he raised her higher before brutally impaling her on his vibrating dick.

Her eyes, originally closed loosely as she kissed him, suddenly closed tightly upon be speared by his cock. Her lips pulled from his as her head tipped back, hitting the wall. She screamed shortly in both pain and pleasure that mixed to become one indescribable feeling. Her release was heavy and her nails raked over his neck harshly. Her body convulsed with the powerful release. Her voice came out huskily, clearly pleased, “Oh . . . my . . . FUCKING . . . god! Finally coming down from her high her body began to slowly relax.

Her muscles clutched him to the point of pleasurable pain, clutching so tightly in fact that they staved off his own release. “Holy Fuck!” As she began to relax Daisuke set her legs back on the ground. He kissed her as he torturously pulled his cock from her still fluttering pussy. He the stepped back a little, running his hands all over her as he ground he still harden cock against her pussy lips. “So how were my handling skills your Honor?”

Miyako remained quiet, breathing deeply and relaxing. Her legs were shaky and his grinding didn't help with the weak knees. She returned the kiss, “My god . . . that was . . . amazing.” There was nothing else to say about it. It had been amazing. He held this power over her that almost scared her . . . almost. She smiled and eyed him seductively, purring as her fingers traced his length up and down to the base. “You however still need the satisfaction of release.”

He closed his eyes at her fingers’ movements and hissed out, “Gods yessss!”

Miyako smiled and continued stroking him. It was her turn now. She purred, “Well, under what conditions would you prefer? I could stroke it out of you, suck it out of you or maybe you have something else in mind?”

“I have wondered about how you lips would look around my cock tonight with that exotic shade of lipstick of yours,” he said this as he began lightly thrusting in her hand, “but whichever way you'd prefer, I'm sure would be more than pleasurable, my sinful goddess.”

Miyako smiled and ran her tongue over her lips. Again she was quiet, teasing him with her stroking fingers before she slipped to her knees before him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his dick and her lips around his tip. Her tongue swirled over the skin as her fingers move very slightly. As time passed she gradually sucked harder and took more of his throbbing cock into her mouth.

Daisuke groaned as he groped to the side and leaned against the wall that he had just ravished her against. She had only just begun but already he knew this would be the best blowjob she’s given him to date.

She continued, cautious of her teeth, one hand at his base, the other fondling his balls as she took his cock deeper, lack of a gag reflex helping. Taking him into her fingers, she slowly drew back, sucking until her lips left his tip before starting again. Her tongue continued to swirl around his length as her speed and suction increased.

“Gods!” he moaned as one of his hands fisted in her hair. He was always a bit amazed at just how much of him, she was able to take, and passionately began to wonder if she'd be able to deepthroat him this time. That thought made him swell even more.

Miyako smiled and continued as she was, sucking hard and hungrily on his length. Feeling evil, she ever so slightly dragged her teeth up his length as she pulled back, slowly before returning to her hungry speed.

“Fuck!” He hissed in pleasure at her teeth, his fingers tightening in her lavender tresses. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. “I'm getting close . . .” he rasped out.

With his words, Miyako only seemed to work faster, harder and hungrier. Her fingers moved faster, both on his base and balls, waiting for it and not letting up in the least.

“I'm Cumming!” he yelled as he could no longer hold back his release. His eyes closed in pleasure and his head tilted back, thudding the wall as his plentiful, thick cream spurted into her talented mouth.

Her lips retreated back to his tip, still sucking his juices from him. Her fingers slowed in their actions to coax out every last drop which she swallowed. Once sure she had every drop she sat back on her knees, looking up at him with a smile.

“Fuck!” he cursed, drawing a breath to collect himself. “Damn, that was the best yet.” He tugged her up and gave her a kiss groaning out, “Gods you have the most talented mouth I've had the pleasure of, I dare say the best period.” He gazed into her eyes, grinding his still half hard dick against her. “I hope your rested as I'm ready to lick you candied lips, dine on you honeyed folds and drink your spicy, sweet nectar before bringing you to another climax and blissfully drowning in your sinful ambrosia . . . .” Daisuke said this as he turned them around and kissed down her body until he was kneeling. He blew on her lips before giving them a firm lick from the bottom to the top, briefly taking her clit her between his lips and sucking. He then lifted her up and placed both her thighs over his shoulders, before roughly burying his tongue between her folds tasting, teasing, and pleasuring her deeply with his tongue.

She smiled softly, face flushed from their actions and his compliments. Kissing him back for a moment, her smile grew with his words. She watched him lower, running a hand though his short cut hair, her teeth once more latch onto her lip as he licked. As her legs are lifted over his shoulders and her back is pressed against the wall for support, she began to moan in pleasure.

Daisuke eagerly lapped up Miyako’s juices before pulling her pussy flush to his face and impaling his tongue as far as he could. Having did that he firmly held her to him as he decided to use another combo trick of his. He used his ki to assault all the pleasure spots inside her pussy, while on the outside; he began vibrating his face against her clit. He wanted to quickly drive her to the point of release and keep her there, wanting to see just how long Miyako could stand the multiple orgasms before pushing him away.

Her back arched, pushing her closer to his face, her lips parted in a soft pleasured moan and a chill ran up her spine. Miyako bits her lip to keep reasonably quiet, for the sake of those out on the dance floor. The pleasurable assault on her lower body forced her to tense to deny him the pleasure of bringing her to climax too soon.

He felt her tensing, pushing back her climax and all it did was force him to work harder. He increased his vibrations and focused his ki even more as he assaulted her whole body with it. Then just to be sure he decided to use his lightning elemental ability as well. He used tiny sparks of electricity on the pleasure spots of her sexy, sweat glistening body as more of her delicious juices flowed from her pussy. He pulled her even tighter to him as he began this triple assault.

Her reactions were radical. She gave a loud gasp and her body shook and quivered as her back arched at an angle that seemed inhuman, all because of the pleasure he was giving her. She would not be able to last much longer if he continued this; she was starting to feel lightheaded, meaning this, sadly would soon come to an end.

He saw she was close and intensified his assault even more. In fact he intensified it to the point that a bluish aura began to pulse around her. He then hit a few pressure points that would heighten her sense of touch two-fold. At the exact moment he did that, he increased the glow until it was a bright, pulsating light.

Miyako released once more, with a loud moan of pleasure that bordered on being a scream, body twitching in pleasure before sinking back against the wall. She could take no more, which was a first even for her. After taking a few moments to recover, she whispered, “Stop... just kiss me.”

He grinned a bit, as he enjoyed her loud pleasure-filled moan. Hearing her request he gladly leaned in to capture her lips. “As you wish.”

Her arms slipped loosely around his shoulders as she kissed him heatedly both impressed and pleased that he was able to run her ragged. As she kissed him, she allowed the rest of her body to, though slowly, relax.

He kissed her slowly, thoroughly as he carefully brought them back to their feet. His hands lightly ran up and down her body, before settling on cupping her ass. By this point he had long since hardened again and his cock throbbed between them, against her inner thigh.

She nipped his lip tenderly and deepened the kiss, running her tongue over his lower lip then his upper. Her knees could hardly support her body and her body was still shaking lightly with chills of both cold and pleasure. Miyako hardly ever ran out of steam with Daisuke, but this time she had been climaxing time after time; she had no complaints at all, but she doubted her ability to do anything for him now.

Feeling her wobble a bit, he picked her up as his lips stay connected to hers and for the first time they make it to the bed in the room. As they lied on the bed, he continued to kiss, caress, and cuddle her.

Miyako held onto him more as he picked her up and was relieved to find her back on, not a wall or floor, but on the soft bed. The only things softer were his lips. Her eyes remained closed calmly and pleasantly as she changed nothing more of their position or the kiss.

He deepened the kiss briefly, before beginning to kiss down her neck, nipping along as he went. He ran one hand up and down her side and the other played with her hair. Pulling away, he asked, “How would you like a massage, my sexy Siren?”

Miyako opened her eyes at their lips parted, curious as to why. She smiled softly and purred, “After that . . . workout I'd love one.”

“Well, my seductive Genie, I guess it's time to see if I can rub you the right way. Turn over on your stomach.” He said with a smile. “Now do you want the soothing, relaxing massage or the stimulating, erotic massage?”

Miyako smiled. She was being pampered and pampering was always good in her book. She did as she was told and gave a casual shrug of her shoulders, “That I leave up to you.” Her arms folded under her chin and she turned her head slightly to look back at him when she spoke.

He hit a few pressure points that would cause his every touch to increase her pleasure, but deny her climax. He started off massaging her neck and shoulders, his hands began to glow bluish-green as he opened her pores and gave them a deep cleansing.

She nodded her head forward and smiled again, her eyes closed as she allowed her body to relax under his hands’ touch. She shook her hair aside to keep it out of his way and made a pleased sound of comfort.

After her neck and shoulders his glowing hands began moving down her back. His thumbs ran down her spine as he went. He then began to make his hands vibrate again, knowing that the vibrations would make for a better massage and cause her pleasure to build a bit more.

She let another contented moan pass her lips, her back moving on its own accord to his hands slightly. It felt so very good. “Mmmm. Daisuke you are . . . too good to me.

Not stopping his massaging hands, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I haven't even really begun, dear.” He then leaned back and massaged down to her ass, firmly stroking her cheeks before moving to her legs. He took her left leg and stroked all the way down it to her toes before moving to her right leg and repeating the same thing. “Time to turn over, dear.”

Miyako shivered as his touch move lower. She was use to quality treatment, but not this good. But she could become used to it very easily. She rolled as he so commanded, tucking her arms behind her head and watching him with bright and pleased brown eyes.

He began massaging her again, before stopping and hitting a few points again, to heighten her sense of touch. His hands then moved everywhere as for a long time he massaged her body. Moving closer his throbbing cock came to rest against the lips of her pussy as he continued her erotic massage.

Miyako's eyes narrowed slightly, not angrily but mischievously as he continued. After some serious thought she made a decision and her lips curled into a thin smile, her voice a purr once again, “One final round?”

He ground his cock against her clit, hearing her purred question, “I'm up for it if you are. You want to me on top?”

She bit her lip and simply nodded, “I want to be wherever you want me to be, top or bottom whichever you please.”

He smiled, “Top then, you know I love to watch you above me, in the throes of passion.” He said this as he ground against her a little more.

Miyako's smile grew, moving so that their position was good: him below her and her on her knees, straddling his midsection just above his waiting cock. Only then did she return the teasing grind, taking her time, not yet lowering onto him.

He groaned a bit in pleasure at her teasing, before murmuring, “And so the tables turn.”

At his words she smirked and lowered onto him swiftly and hard before moaning her reply as she moved slowly back up, “Mhmmm . . . .”

A gasping moan was torn from him as his fingers clawed at the sheets. “Gods . . . the way you feel around me . . . words don't even come close!”

She smiled and tipped her head, eyelids lowered as she repeated the process: quickly down then very slowly up. Her lips parted in silent moans the first few times before she spoke again, her words parted by her movement, “I do so hope . . . that is a . . . good thing.”

“Fuck . . . beyond good!” he hissed out in pleasure, as he reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples as he did.

She bit into her lip harder and began a steadier speed, up and now not extremely fast, but not all that slow either wondering if he was enjoying himself just as much as she was.

His hands slid from her breast down to firmly cup the cheeks of her ass and he began vibrate again as he met her pace, move for move.

Miyako gasped in surprise and pleasure as she rode him, not changing the speed, but shifting slightly to change the angle. Her skin was once more covered with bumps caused by pleasant chills that coursed up her spine.

He moved his hands from her ass to her thighs as his thumbs began playing with her clit. While he did that he used his ki to hit every pressure point on her body that would enhance her sense of touch to the very peak the human body could. After doing that he surrounded her from head to toe in a silvery-purplish glow that penetrated into her very pores, before roughly, powerfully stimulating every pleasure spot on her body in a bright, intense pulse of power wanting to bring her to a intense but brief climax. He then continued to do this at varying intervals.

His attack caused her to fall forward, placing her hands on his shoulders for support as she continued to move steadily up and down on his length. She kept having the feeling of a coming release, but then it would fade; she glared down at him, not in a mean way, just a way in which portrayed how evil she thought he was. She could not sustain this for long, however, oversensitive and already past her limit, she increased her speed on him and held off her actual release for as long as possible.

Stopping the glow and toning down his vibrating after a deep thrust; he stilled and wrapped his around her as he flipped them over. Threading the fingers of his hands into each of hers, her put their arms above her head and slowly pulled out. When just the tip of his cock was left in her pussy he thrust forward sheathing himself completely in her folds. He repeated this pattern as he took control and slowed things down. He looked deeply in her eyes all while he did this.

The spin was unexpected and she blinked, finding her hands now pinned above her head and him hovering over her. Smiling, Miyako growled before gasping in response to his thrust, her walls clenched around him. Her eyes met his for only a second, and then closed tightly with the second thrust as her back arched slightly as well. “Oh . . . gods!”

He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss and he kept the same deep, steady pace, groaning at the feel of her walls clenching and unclenching around him.

She kissed him back just as deeply, her hips rising to meet his every thrust, fighting to hold back her release, fighting a battle she was slowly loosing with each thrust.

Releasing her hands, he reached down to her legs, placed then on his shoulders, and began to thrust into her once more, deeper than he had been able too all night.

Her jaw dropped and she gasped, clenching her walls tighter around him and arching her back further. She could not hold back her release, however, for more than a few thrusts in this position and she released with a scream of pleasure.

He ground his teeth in concentration as he held back his own climax as he stilled inside her. Letting her legs go he changed their position, so that he was on the bottom sitting up in the bed against the wall. With her still impaled on him in his lap, he rested her head against his shoulder as he suffused her body in a glow of his powers that caressed, soothed, relaxed, and refreshed her.

Shuddering in post-orgasm super-sensitivity, Miyako moaned softly, gripping onto whatever was under the palms of her hands. “Oh Daisuke . . . I don't know if I . . . can take much more . . . .”

“Shhh . . . you can rest dear. We don't have to doing anymore and just stay like this for the rest of the night if you'd like. I think I've rubbed you enough my Genie and just being inside you is heaven enough.” He whispered this in her ear as he still used his powers to calm and relax her.

Miyako smiled and nodded moving her walls gently around him. Softly she purred, “You, my summoner, have rubbed me raw.”

“And you enjoyed ever moment of it,” he chuckled before moaning as he felt her walls moving around him, lightly flexing his cock. “Keep doing that though and I'm going to cum. I still too close to keep holding back if you aren't still.”

Miyako nodded, “I never denied that now, did I?” Shakily and slowly she propped herself up on her elbows smiling, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Enjoy? Miyako dear, enjoy is an understatement.” He leans forward, groaning at the slight movement this caused his cock, and kissed her tenderly before leaning back. “It was nothing short of amazing and even that falls short of what an incredible experience it was.” He ran a hand through her hair before speaking again, “So did I handle you well and rub my Genie the right way? Because I wouldn’t mind you, granting my every 'naughty' wish sometime.”

She smiled and kissed him back, very content, her eyed closed and body relaxed, “Good, good.” One eye opened at his words, she teased him for a moment as if thinking and then nods, “Mhmm. You did, I am impressed to say the very least. You’ve been holding back those tricks for a while I bet, but sure. It’ll have to be sometime after we get back home besides I think I need a bit of time to recover.” Her lips then curled into a smirk.

He put on a mock thoughtful look, “Well waiting’s no fun . . . but you're more than worth the wait. I suppose as long as I could still gaze upon you, that'd be fine.” He then smirked as he got an idea, “But why don't we go shopping when we get back for a naughty little genie's outfit, unless you already got one during our travels? I figure it'd be fun for both of us; you can even pick out a sheik's outfit for me.”

Miyako arched a brow at him, still smirking, “I had a feeling there was more to that new nickname. But it sounds good to me. There's a place back home that I think will tailor us what we need if we can't find it pre-made. That’s if it’s still around after ten years.” At his mention of an outfit for him, Miyako tilted her head thoughtfully, “A white one will have perfect contrast with your skin.”

“Sounds good to me dear,” He said as he pulled her toward him for a kiss. “I had a feeling you'd like the idea of me dressed as a sheik.”

She kissed him back contently and smiled, “And just think, when masquerade party comes about I'll dress up as a dark Tinkerbelle and you can be my Peter Pan.” She was of course, teasing.

He chuckled at her words and then snapped his fingers in mock distress as he teased back, “Damn, and I was hoping to see you in an outfit like Morrigan’s.”

She laughed lightly and then smirked, “Just wait dear that’s going to happen way sooner than the next party if I have my way.”

“I can't wait,” he said this huskily as the vibrations from her laugh went through her body and to his still hardened cock. Groaning as his cock flexed inside her, he said, “I don't know how I'm going to last the night like this. As much as I'm more than willing to try, you feel too good around me.”

She smiled and nodded, “Well the question is then how nice am I feeling? Do I let you finish with me, or do I finish you . . . or do you finish yourself?” As she spoke her walls gripped around him tauntingly.

“Fuck!” He swore as he hissed through teeth clenched in pleasure, “I not fond of the last option unless you dance dressed as you are now for me. I'd prefer one of the first two options, leaning more toward the second and wondering what way you'd get me off this time.”

She smiled and slid slowly back off of him, “There are two choices, nothing overly special, but for now the only other options without repeating: Tit fuck or I could give you a hand job. You choose.”

He cupped her tits and lightly squeezed her nipples, “Tit fuck this time. And after being in your wet folds think I might be just slick enough for it. What do you think?”

She nodded and shrugged tauntingly, “We will just have to find out won't we now?”

“I guess we will,” he grinned at her. “This is your show at the moment so you pick the way you want to do this as you're the one giving me the pleasure of your beautiful breasts.”

She smiled and nodded, taking a moment to ponder how this would best work before slipping off the bed and kneeling next to it. It was just low enough so things would work perfectly. “Move on up a little then.”

He moved up until his cock is right between her tits, “Ready if you are, dear?”

Miyako nodded, her hands coming up to the sides of her own chest and slowly she started to move, smirking she leaned down a bit and kissed his tip.

“Yesss,” he hissed in pleasure as he began to lightly thrust between her tits.

She changed nothing save for the speed, which increased at a steady rate, her chest pressed firmly around his length and every now and again she kissed his tip.

His shallow thrusts matched her tempo as he clenched his hands into fists as he concentrated on holding back his release.

Miyako continued to smile, moving completely along his length, kissing every time now and every once in a while swapping up a kiss for a flick of her tongue.

His thrust began to become jerky as he was reaching the limits of his control. He groaned out huskily, “I'm going to cum soon! Where do you want me to cum: face, tits, or do you want to swallow again? Either . . . way . . . you better start preparing as I'm close!”

Paying no mind to his words she continued as if she had not heard him, her lips curled into a vicious smirk.

His thrusts became even more erratic and finally he reached the end of his endurance with a yell, “I'm cumming!”

Miyako smiled and leaned back a bit, her chest never leaving his cock her face kept perfectly in range. She loved facials only second to swallowing. His load shot up then back down onto her chest and coating her face.

He twitched a bit in orgasmic bliss as his thick cum splattered onto her chest and face.

Only once she was sure he was done did she slip back and stand up smiling down at him innocently with cum covered face as she purred teasingly, “Maybe I should drive us home.”

He smirked and pulled her toward him for a kiss after she’d cleaned his cum off of her face and licked it off her hands, before sitting back on the bed against the wall. He sat her between his out stretched legs with her back against him as his now half hard cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. He wrapped his arms around her waist, letting them drape in her lap as he kissed up one of her shoulder. “Miya there is no way I'll be sitting behind you tonight on my bike, that’s just begging me to make you pull over at some point and ravishing you over it.” He began sucking at her neck and biting it lightly before whispering, “Now if you want that, I'd be more than happy to let you drive, but I thought you'd had enough for one night?” As he asked this, one hand began lightly caressing up and down her body as the other began gently, tenderly playing with her pussy and clit.

She meeped slightly as she is pulled into his lap but kissed him happily then settled into his lap, tipping her head for his lips, eyes closed slightly, “Mmmm. I have to for the first in a long time you’ve tired me out.” She shivered at his touch, growling somewhat playfully, “Stop that you evil, evil man.”

He nipped at her ear, “Glad to be able to please you dear.” Hearing her playfully growled request, he stills his caressing hand around her waist and rested his other against the lips of her pussy after he sucked each finger clean. “As you wish, and you're still as yummy as earlier, if not more so dear,” he purred and then pulled her closer to cuddle her.

Miyako snuggled with him comfortably, head lying against his chest. She shivered slightly, now more from the cool air in the room than anything else.

He kissed he neck again and then felt her shiver, “Cold?”

She grinned and nodded, but shrugged as well, “A bit, but I don't trust the cleanliness of these sheets.”

“True.” He moved them until they are standing, then gathered her clothes and handed them to her, before gathering his own and beginning to pull them on. “Come on, it's probably about time we made it back anyway.”

After he helped her into her leather jacket, he slipped his own on and, with arm around her waist, the left the room and made their way out the club. Tomorrow would be a long day; Daisuke and Miyako, along with Jun and Cody had a brief side-trip to make before they finally could make it back home.


Next time in Chapter 1: Return Home and Intro of the Thirteen: After ten years of travel Daisuke, Miyako, Jun, and Cody finally return home but not before a brief stop to contact the ones that started them on their journey. In Odaiba things are beginning to heat up as The Thirteen reveal themselves in an effort to give our returning warriors a rude welcome. They attack Tai and crew while they wait on their return, will Daisuke and company make it back in time to help their friends or will what happened ten years ago happen again. And what was it ten years go that set those for on their new path. These questions answered and more in the next chapter of Digmon 02: Rage of the Thirteen.


I hope you all have enjoyed the beginning of my newest story. I didn’t warn above but this shall be a fairly dark story. This chapter didn’t have much action but it was mainly to set the mood for the ‘relationship’ between Daisuke and Miyako. There is a reason they are that way and part if not all of it shall be answered next chapter. I will say this, Ken fans leave now. I love Ken’s character but what happened to him in this story had to happen. Kari fans might also want to maim me but what I did to her was also necessary for the story but she doesn’t really show up in the story until later. Spoiler: Her part in this story is based in part on what Dragomon wanted Kari for in the original Digimon show and not the dub. I plan to keep the characters in characters as far as I can with consideration to some of the situations and things I put some characters through, but I will write some things using my perspective. One thing that might make some cheer is the fact that Daisuke won’t be a genius. While I have loved stories that have him like that, such as by Gallantmon of the Hazard and others, I have never thought of him as one, on the other hand I do however think he was far brighter than most people outside and inside the show gave him credit for being. Anyway, tell me what you think of the story. Read and Review. Peace.