A sip of wine and a sip of water

This lemon is based on Digimon, however, it does not relate to any direct series. This lemon involves adult situations and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.

Includes Renamon and Casey Ray

Written by Casey Ray C.

Chapter 2

I guess the big question in life is not only how you live it but possibly how it all ends that decides your fate, after all everyone can change. As they say no ones perfect and you’re….

ONLY HUMAN

When I awoke the next morning there was no sign of Casey Ray any where in the house I was starting to think I must still have been asleep from the crash the other day.

“But that kiss… no I was sure… it couldn’t have been a dream,” I said shaking the thought from my mind.

“Finally up I see,” said Casey Ray from behind grinning as he wrapt his arms around my waist.

“Where were you? I looked everywhere in the house,” I said.

“Oh yeah I never took you on that tour of the house, there are a few hidden doors here and there though out the house heheh there’s one that leads to a mini bar and I could probably be found in most often… speaking of which you drink?” He asked,

“No not really, but why do you?” I asked,

“What do you mean?” asked Casey Ray,

“I always thought that people who went out and get drunk only do so to if they whished to forget something… is it true?” I asked looking at him sympathetically like I’d listen if he wanted to talk,

“……………… yes,” said the now solemn looking man. “But let’s just leave it at this…. My past… seems a mistake of its own… and I’m trying to repay my sins…”

Ever since then he hadn’t said much and spent more and more time down in the bar and some times I could hear the him crying and him muttering something like “Gene forgive me….. It was entirely my fault,” a few weeks later he was back to normal, but who was Gene? And why did Casey need to be forgiven? What did he do that was so horrible? This I found myself pondering quite often. And since that night when I found him crying I started to trust him less and less by the day and wondering more and more just what he was hiding from me. What was the secret to his past?

The spark that had brought the two of us together in the first place had almost all but died out. The days went by slowly, I had changed back to my old self again, a lone wolf who trusted no one but herself, I kept to myself most of the time practicing and honing my skills. As for Casey when he wasn’t drinking he spent most of his time tinkering with his weapons, sharpening his swords cleaning and resighting his guns till their accuracy was flawless there were three in particular that he ended up working on quite frequently the first one was a long barrel stainless steel colt 45 magnum, it was perfect in every way but one the kick on the gun was so strong that if shot by a rookie gunman (A.K.A. any idiot stupid enough to pick it up and try to use it ) it would break their thumb and index fingers) and this being his favourite gun went everywhere with him.

The second gun was a mag11, great gun just the precision was rather hairy if not absolutely perfect you couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn if you were point blank. Also his second gun of choice also went with him when ever he suspected trouble because along with it being his second best gun it complemented the colt perfectly in every way. He had even won awards for trick shooting with the deadly combination.

“The final one, once again perfect in all but the power of the bullet, which was a 22 cartridge, a classic to all accuracy fans in the hand gun biz called a Supermatic High Standard. Casey only had two reload clips for this rare firearm because they were used in the Olympics upping the value of the gun, but after a single year of production the gun became discontinued, thus another raise in value for the gun itself and parts for it.

One night during dinner (if you can call two people sitting at a table one eyeing their every surrounding cautiously and the other absent from this plane of existence deep in thought) We broke into a fight over something stupid I can’t even remember what it was…wait it was because I thought he burnt dinner. *sigh* …. Like I said…. Stupid.

“Is it me or dose the food taste a bit weird tonight?” I asked,

“Maybe I went over board on the spice?” Asked Casey,

“No it tastes burned,” I said

*sigh* “god forbid I make one mistake” Casey said rolling his eyes.

“Well I’m sorry if I can tell if you’re trying to poison me with your cooking!” I spat back sourly.

“Well no ones forcing you to eat it! Come to think of it… No ones forcing you to stay here either! So if things suck so badly why not do us both a favour and LEAVE,” Said the obviously irritated Casey.

FINE I WILL! I DON’T NEED THE LIKES OF SOME CONSTANTLY DRUNKEN GUN FANATIC HOLDING ME BACK! I said close tearing before I had even finished I was already on the way to the door.

FINE GO! SEE IF I GIVE A DAMN WHEN YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO AND NO ONE TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR STUCK UP, POMPUS, ASS, OR IF YOU GO AND GET YOURSELF HURT!

Why do I care anyway its not like I owe her something or nothing…it’s not my fault if…its not… my fault…my…fault *Casey remembers Gene and how his hell started, just like this over nothing, and the result was… the end of Gene*

DAMNIT!

Not again never again! And with that he was out the door and heading for his car.

It was poring down buckets of rain and it was getting hard to see. Casey was on the edge of loosing his mind with worry over me when he noticed a certain large yellow fox in the back of a cop car; “damnit I knew something would happen! alright they want her they’re going to have to kill me to get her! He thought and swerved his car right in front of the cop car as the cop car crashed into his and got out to interrogate the driver by the time he got to the driver’s side window he realized there was no one in the car *crack* (generally Casey would disapprove of a sucker punching someone but exceptions can be made) the cop took the slug and went for his nightstick and braced himself for another shot. He got the night stick free of its sheath on his belt and struck at Casey repeatedly doing little damage if any to the man standing two inches taller than him. The cop came in close meaning to punch Casey but he stopped the punch with his left hand long before it came close. The cop faultered if only for an instant but that was more than enough for Casey to launch a punch that smashed the cop’s nose flat against his face and tossed him back a foot before he touched back down on the ground. The one shot sent the officer out cold. Casey opened the back door to see me in a straight jacket, a muzzle, and two restraint poles. Bonding my paws together two per pole The sight was actually quite hilarious to Casey seeing a soggy fox so deep in bondage but he bit his lip knowing he was already going to have a hard time making up to me, but he couldn’t resist going back to his car and getting a camera out of the glove box and snapping a few photos of the me in this predicament. He stopped when I gave him a look that surely would have killed him if it could, plus the straight jacket was giving him dirty thoughts for later but first things first was getting me out of there and hiding the police car. The car would be an easy task, he knew someone he could give it to and would seem inconspicuous, a car collector and close friend who did the repairs for his car and restocked the weapons in it for a small fee of what it would generally cost.

It took the cop all of five minutes to realize what had happened after Casey and I were long gone. Casey called glen, the car owner, to come and tow the cop car to his garage as a “gift of friendship” as soon as we were driving away in his car.

When we got back to the house we were both soaking wet but I looked happy and for some reason that made Casey happy too. Seeing me smiling at him like that got him horny and it’s not like he could hide his cock in his wet blue jeans so he really didn’t even try. it had the same effect on me too because I took him by the hand and lead him to the closest surface I could find, which ended up being the floor.

“Renamon I’m sorry I was-” Casey was interrupted in mid sentence as I kissed him passionately. “Shhh We both said things we didn’t mean,” I said putting a finger over his lips. “But enough talk for now.”

I slid my hand down his pants and worked his member getting it stiffen as he started playing with my tits massaging one boob while licking the other then once I got him hard enough, I moaned as he slipped his hard cock into my clit thrusting it deeper and deeper.

“Man you’re tight,” he said as he pushed himself deeper in me and then slipped back out.

“It’s my first time,” I gasped.

I took Casey’s shaft out of my cunt and started licking the tip of it, then sucking on it, slipping it in and out of my mouth and going just a bit deeper with each pass. Casey felt the urge to push my head down so I would suck his whole dick but decided on something else. He took his dick out of my mouth, laid me on my back, and placed it between my tits and began thrusting himself forward on me. He felt the tightening in his balls the same time I did, he gave one final thrust before scumming to the urges and released his load, I opened my mouth just in time to catch his load but there was so much I couldn’t help but let some of it drip down the sides of my mouth and spit the remainder of his cum in between my tits and massaged his now softening dick.

Later that night I asked him why he came back for me, he said that the same situation got his best friend Gene killed and if he hadn’t got into an argument with Gene that night he might still be here… he also said Gene was not only his best friend but his partner at his job though he still wouldn’t tell me what that job was… still so many secrets but don’t get me wrong I trust him again.

Epilogue

Shortly there after Casey Ray swore he’d never let anything happen to Renamon and help any way he could to get her back to the digital world, from the stories she told him of the place he wanted to go there anyway. But most importantly Renamon made him promise not to dwell on the past anymore.

TO BE CONTINUED

Well I’m glad to say I felt more to the part when it came to the sex portion of this chapter and I looked over the first chapter yeah it kind of ….self criticism isn’t my specialty so ill leave the result up to you. Hey stick around for the chapter 3

HIDING IN THE LIGHT and same as before any thoughts comments (CONSTRUCTIVE) criticism c’mon I’m dying to know what you want *lol ok that was wrong* same place dlordaz@msn.com as before and thanks for reading

~Casey Ray C.