Posted on 2013-11-25 09:22:00
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The tendrils continued to slither their way around his appendages but never tightened; instead, the gently enveloped him with warm slick caresses. Flamedramon never resisted their guiding tug. The placid digimon was all to elated to do as the creature urged him to. His mind drifted further and further into the spiraling colors of the sprites overhead. A pair of tendrils cupped his temples to guide his lax gaze upward. What thoughts were left were being slowly, effortlessly, pulled apart. His eager smile withered as his intellect was stretched to thin keep his grin. The light from the sprites suddenly stopped, unneeded they fluttered away to find new prey to bring to the monster.

With a slow and careful motion the tendrils rolled their rag doll digimon over onto his hands and knees. It slowly raised his rear up while leaving his head and chest pressed against the soft earth. Probing tendrils stroked his still firm rod. Another wormed around his tail to lift it out of the way. The pliable nub glided over his rear entrance. Flamedramon was silent while the monster teased him, but his body responded to the touch. His erection hardened, pre began to bead at the tip, eventually he remembered how to gasp and moan. A firm press into his rear had the digimon crying and lifting his tail in anticipation for more.