Sleep is not something you usually get. There's always something that needs doing around your hideout. Wires coming through the walls, pipes leaking, floorboards coming up. If it wasn't for you, this place would have fallen down ages ago, but such is the life of a reclusive villain such as yourself.
This night in particular you'd struggled to keep yourself from falling asleep at your desk while designing a Power Generator that could run off of Digimon data. You figured then that you'd be able to simultaneously run all of your equipment then, and get other things done much faster.
You were alerted to the sound of small footsteps entering the room. Gatomon probably, your young Digimon companion. Since the day you met her as a Salamon, saving her from that horde of BlackAgumon, she has been ever loyal to you, helping you carry out your schemes here in the Digital World no matter how devious they may be. She hops up on your desk, giggling at your appearance, and you realize you probably look like hell.
"Good evening master!" Gatomon greeted, smiling at you.
"Good evening, Gatomon, something the matter?" You asked.
"Nope, I just wanted to see you!" She chirped.
You smiled. Gatomon had always been so light-hearted and easy-going. Not once had she ever questioned what you asked her to do, even the most diminutive of tasks. You were really lucky to have someone like her around to help you.
Suddenly, Gatomon shifted her legs against your desk, and you caught a glimpse between them. You turned away as quick as you could. As powerful as you were, you hadn't been able to give in to your sexual urges in a long time. Work always took priority with you. It had to.
Even so, against all notions, you started to feel aroused, your heart beating much faster, and to Gatomon, it was clearly showing on your face.
"Master, are you okay?" Gatomon asked softly, leaning in to look at your face as her eyes gazed deeply into yours. Her little slender body continued driving you mad, her smooth silken fur, her beautiful figure. Your body started to shake as your expression hardened, Gatomon continuing to look into your eyes. While your brain was telling you you were tired, your dick was telling you to just take her right there on your desk.
You swallowed audibly. What were you going to do? | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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