So here I am!!!! =D GabumonBubu in action. So here's my newest Lemon! =) I don't think my writing on this one is as good as some of my other ones, but I think tihs one was done pretty good. My story plot for this one is a pretty unique one [[to me anyway]]. This is about mainly Flamdramon and secondary is Renamon. =) Why did this take so long to come out? Because it ALWAYS takes me awhile to write a lemon! Anyway, I got the idea for this lemon when I was mad and so I turned it into a story...also, I am in the middle of writing two other lemons, so that's another reason for this one taking awhile. One of them was a request and the other is my MadLem number 2! =) and don't worry, this one will be better. =) Hmm....damn, I love these little intros before the story.....I hope people even read them o.o;;
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A crumpled and soggy and torn paper turned up in a printed and recent newspaper reading:
We found the creature on a night of a full moon. We didn;t have to chase him much before capturing it. We locked it up for a few days. We labeled it Flamdramon, assuming that was it's name from all the markings near his ship. The first day, we did simple observations of it with physical descriptions. Second day began with reflexes. Third day was to try and test slightly more on his mental structure, and the fourth day continued this. One of the biggest astonishments about the blue creature was its ability to eat food with a mouth never opened to begin with. He is some how able to eat by simply pressing his area where the mouth is normally located and the food enters him. We had once tried to part the area where the mouth should be, but the thing raged out in pain or anger. Today is the last day, and tomarrow we will start disection.
Our thoughts about this creature, assuming they can be tamed, will expect more of these creatures and breed them in order to help us someway. Maybe they run faster than horses? Maybe when tamed, they are actually friendly creatures? Or at last resort, maybe they simply taste good? We would be able to use them when the earth eventually runs out of cows....
I'm tired, and am simply waiting for disection....And my daughter's Birthday is comming up as well as my wife's. I got more important things than to worry about this thing. I hope disection will be quick.
~ Terger Worros
Waving blurs, motioning before his sight, looking like a preschool puppet-show played out before his sight. Soft colors and dim lights slid across, as the binds around his body held up against the cold glass wall. Everything seemed to sag as gravity seemed to pull on his heavy head harder than ever. His eye-lids fluttered in its argument whether to open or close. His head fell to its side as if on a rocking boat, slipping lost from the sense of up and down. The pulsations from his brain beat harder and harder against his skull, squeezing his sanity out like juice as his tense temples pressed against him, leaving him floating in a lake of ache and his lazy body tread upon the waters as he felt the shore pull him up and his sight gradually got carried upon sharp colors and sight.
A hand reach forward and lifted the Tied-Up's chin and looked up into its red eyes. The man stacked his lips to one side and let the Tied-Up's head drop back down and began writing back in his clipboard. The Tied-Up groaned softly and let his head hang, but pushed his sight up at the man dressed in a white coat. He was going bald at the top of his head with grey hairs on his head and moustache. The man hummed to himself, gazing through his thick specs down at his clipboard, scribbling little notes. The Tied-Up took a breath and released slowly, feeling the cold room surround him as he felt eyes probe at him.
"...What......Am I Doing here....." The Tied-Up one whispered in his head. The man once again looked up at him and starred. Voiceses were absent, only little sounds of pencils scraping against the papers, scribbling little characters. The Tied-Up lifted his head a bit more, regaining a bit more of his energy. The man scribbled a bit more on his clip board and left the room made of pure glass from wall to wall to floor to cieling.
The Tied-Up slid his eyes around the room, watching all the men in white coats scribble their little writings as white lights from all around seemed to light the world.
" So what the Hell do you think it is?" A man spoke from behind the sound proof glass. Another man huffed out a sigh and rubbed his tired eyes from behind his specs and gently set his head aside on the desk.
" How should I know? We've been studying it for hours now and we still got nothing solid about it." The tired man responded. He sighed once more and let his swollen fingers rest and let his pencil drop to the ground.
"....*Khchk*...." The intercom started with its static, " All workers dismissed....*khchk*..." A mysterious voice announced , recieving a tired cheer in return.
In less than a minute, all the men in their white coats had exited the room and all lights flashed blank, letting the darkness seep into the room quickly, with only the moon as the night's light. It was pure silence, but following this, tiny doplets of Night's music began to sing naturally. The Tied-Up sighed, letting his head dribbled from his neck, looking down at the glass ground. He was in a simple cube of a room made of obviously thick glass. He shook his head to his own thoughts and regrets that haunted him....
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*FLASHBACK*
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His breath felt warm and tender as he stretched over and over, letting breath huff from the bluish lips. He panted softly, only bringing his breaths to a shy whisper, keeping his head low as only the soft pats of his feet patting on the leaves and his huffing tracing before him. He flicked his head back for a quick gaze and only saw the dark trees sink into the night's darkness. He felt the sweat dripping above his eyes, but ignoring it, he ran through the twigs, trees, and darkness. The night was full and had reach its maximum, even lacking moonlight from the mischievious clouds. His heart raced along with his tired legs, and his body trembled and shook upon numb and fragile knees, with fear of ever stumbling upon them. And finally, light and rapid taps followed up from behind and his head jolted in fear, with his eyes trembling in its socket as he head didn't dare to look back as he felt everything creep up closer and closer behind him seeing nothing to signal safety before him. And everything was dim within his perspective. More and more the wieght upon his back pushed, pushing him to a tense and light flesh feel for his bones to sleep in. The rustling of leaves became louder, reaching up from behind him and his breaths sped up with his legs and his heart, and little shrieks of his heart cried. His nerves were anxious to give up, and were sucked into the point of prickly paranoia. Drowzyness followed, and his eyes came to blurry, but before the pain ate him, his breath that puffed out suddenly vacuumed back in with a tight gasp and his chest bursting forward, letting a soft cry drag behind him in an echo until what felt like hours, he hit the ground.
" Flamdramon...." A distant voice seemed to whisper in his empty head. But slowly, his eyes yawns open, and vision became sharp. "...That's what we assume, from all the writings, is his name." One of them men in white let his index finger wrapped with latex approach Flamdramon's face. And gently, the finger probed at his mouth. And with that, a natural jolt flung from Flamdramon;s body, just to discover his body had been restrained to the wall like a big letter "X" with his arms and legs apart a reasonable distance. The man scribbled onto his clipboard and whispered softly as he wrote.
" A mouth seeming as if welded together. My assumtion of a punishment from a being with greater "royalty" in his world perhaps. His "scales" at his welded lips seem like thick wax joining the top lips to the bottom." He whispered. The man left and two men came to replace the single man. They both observing carefully and probing his armer with the flame design, assuring the nodding men of the ability these "Creatures" had with the intelligence to at least decorate.
And before long of probing, a staticish voice filled the glass cealed room. " To Scientists: Observations and tests will resume for 7 days in remaining. And disection will begin on the 8th....Thank you."
The red eyes of the
"creature" jolted, with his ears choking on those words of the
mysterious speaker, and with that to take, the night continued to
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" It's been four days....But it's felt like a lifetime...." His weak voice whispered as Flamdramon hung there in the same place as the night he had awaken in his coffen of glass. "...and it isn't just these damn human's!.....I miss her.... It seems like each time I plead her name, the hour gets longer. I don't know why the Hell these STUPID ASS HUMANS WANT FROM ME?! I HAVN'T DONE A FUCKIN' THING TO THEM!!!!......" His head rung in echoes and silence once again came to play. "....I would like for them to leave me alone....but all I really want is my Love back.....Damn I miss her..... She doesn't even know where I am.... I hate this and hate still isn;t strong enough.....She loves me and these fools don't know it....And I'll make sure they remember before I bite the bullet.........Can I die? Please? I am asking you guys nicely. Kill me now, and I won't kill you. But if you don't kill me, you're as good as dead. Please....Kill me and let me fly to her. It's all I want: Her. Kill me as I still dream to be lifted to my Heaven so at least I know I will meet with her again and tell her I'm sorry I made her wait for me. She would by then think I had left her....heh, but so wrong that is because All I WANT Is to BE with her!....Waiting here is doing nothing but making me wait longer for them to kill me....Maybe I can help them....heh....no.....Well, if Suicide is a sin.....I gotta help them some how....::sighs::.....She wouldn't want this....and for her, I will live.....try to live....Hmm....stuck between decisions.......Wow, thinking makes time fly...." He turns his head to his left and glances at the clock behind the clear wall. "....heh....it's been five minutes............Am I dead yet?"
" *Khuck* Goodmorning staff....Welcome back......The breafast table is set, we've got powdered eggs and almost fresh bacon. Help yourselves and get back to work!....that is all....*Khuck* ." Sounds of loose papaers shuffling were muffled from inside the glass room. And with the white bright lights comming literally all directions, Flamdramon's eye lids flickered like his anxiousness.
" You feed it! IT's your turn!" A voice hollared from behind the glass. This made the ears of theblue dragon to perk and stand to attention as his eyes gazed stirght out at the two men rambling chiberish to eachother. Flamdramon shook his head beholding the disgrace before him.
" No way! It might KILL me!"
" Shut up and don't be stupid! FEED HIM YOU LAZY BASTARD!" The one man yelled, catcihng everyone's eyes.
" ME LAZY? THEN WHY DON'T YOU FEED HIM YOU STUPID ASS!! JUST CAUSE YOU'RE OLDER DOENS'T MEAN YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO FUCKIN BE RIGHT!"
The other man paused, and out of no where he bursted forward with his hands out gripping his neck, and ramming him up against the wall. " YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A LITTLE BASTARD EVER SINSE YOU WERE A KID! NOW GET THE DAMN BOWL AND FUCKIN FEED THE DAMN THING NOW!!!!!"
Silence flooded the room suddenly, and the man up against the glass wall was shivering, his little whimpers being the only existing sound. His eyes glimmered with tear stains and his face red. He dropped his head and dragged his body into the glass room holding the bowl weakly.
Flamdramon gazed down at the man a bit surprised. He actually felt a bit guilty, as well as angry with himself. He had just said he hated these human.....and yet....now he felt pity for this one with small tears dripping down his cheek and the rest being held back from behind his sour and sorrowful face. The young man looked up at Flamdramon and sniffled and extended his arm stright forward with the bowl, and turned his head away, shivering in fear...
"...Here......eat, Flamdramon...." The man whspered quietly in fear and pain.
At this, Flamdramon couldn't help but smile innocently down upon the man. HE felt slightly greatuful...he even fet the slight urge to kiss the man on the head and thank him. This is the first time anyone has HAND DELIVERED his meals....They tastes terrible, but he couldn't do anything to help that. The men wern't afraid of him when he just laid there, but during meals, they feared much and the only thing Flamdramon had heard on this topic was: " Specific species have different rituals and some may be deadly. If a creature is able to eat with a closed mouth, their MUST be something awkward enough to harm us during moments like digestion time. " OR something simlar to that anyway.
Flamdramon knelt his head down towards the bowl as the man shivered. Finally, at last, this man for some reason gave Flamdramon, even though small, a small sense of life as real but silent association was made as all living things should experience often. Probing at a body wasn't exactly association to him anyway. But with this, Flamdramon took his turn and pressed his sealed mouth against the brown mush, and soon the bowl was empty. The men were all surprised as usual, still blank at the possibilities of making firm food slip into a welded mouth. The shakey man shivered and hesitated to turn his head back, but when he finally did, he only recieved a soft smile from Flamdramon. And slowly, the man's chills slowly vanished, and his bones stood still and his face loose as he stuck his gaze on this "creature". And things seemed to bend and flex out of usual proportion, and before things flopped inside out...
" Alright Stan... You can come back now...." The once screaming man almost whispered as he crept from behind the glass entrance. And with this, Stan fluck his head back and let his body motion on shifts. He looked back up at Flamdramon blankly, and then slolwy took silent steps away. And finally, bringing things back, the door shut and the sounds were sealed off tightly, sounding like a fresh can of coffe. And though silent now, it echoed a sharp pitch of familiar lonesome that was now singing in Flamdraomon's ears. Flamdramon lifted one side of his forehead and tilted his head in question as he noticed Stan still looking through the glas door directly back at him until crowds of men in whitre coats passed, and Stan was gone from the door, but instead at a desk far in the back of the rows of desks.
Hours had passed now, and Flamdramon had slipped into peace and silence, letting his body hang like a curtain as the little scraping sounds of graphite against paper continued. And a muffled voice entered Flamdramon's sleeping mind which pushed forward through into memories in motion, playing once again in it theatre of dreams.
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With the moon spilling a smooth cream of silver moonlight, cascading over the fields of grass, gently blowing with its taker, the 's scent laid gently upon the sleeping world. And just like the dreams we envy to grasp onto so tightly, the sillhouette of two rested under a tree so politely. While perfectly connected, hand in hand, the one benieth felt so protected, so One can understand: That the night all stars cease to shine, is the night he would remain the same, and continue to shine for his Love--His divine. And with silence singing a duet with the night, and the couple resting with agressive delight, the mystics of these times were the best, But it all only fit perfectly with Her finesse.
And suddenly, a sudden twitch of the nose, his eyes had slid open and slowly his head had arose. He woke up silently surprised, as he had still felt new to this sense of secure, and with his glance gleaming down upon her, everything felt so sure. The world was in violets and with the moon's silver in spot, and it was during this silence-- a Kiss delivered so soft.
And one more added, to equal two who were awake, nothing was needed to be demanded, for the lips to meet and for hearts to quake. And finally, the lips had gently broke, but their eyes--just like their love-- remained afloat. Exchanging glances, seeing more than a friend, she see's her life smiling before her, without an end. And in his return, he see's more than a friend like a sister, but with the Love he feels burn, he let's loose his love with his whispers.
"....I love you, Renamon...." The blue dragon had whispered gently through the night, letting his puff of breath brush his Love benieth him. Flamdramon smiled innocently with his "perfect" lips with each lip with their own beauty. And with this, she responded, lifting a single finger and getnly slid it down the lips of Flamdramon's and smiled, letting her tongue gently breathe her words.
" I love you too, Flamdramon...." She snug herself down tighter into Flamdramon's thirsty arms and sighed in the soothing relaxment. Flamdramon pushed his mouth against Renamon's once more, tilting his head for his tongue's easy acess, pushing easily as his warm long tongue slipped into Renamon's accepting mouth. With this, Renamon slid her tongue around Flamdramon's, letting their saliva slip and letting tongue twist. And after of what Time couldn't count, the kiss parted. Flamdramon chuckled softly to himself, still surprised at the love he felt for her.
" I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't kiss you, Renamon...."
"I know what you mean....."
" Oh you do?" Flamdramon questioned with a slight grin, " Oh, then show me, my Love...." And without a second to interupt, Renamon lifted her head, pushing once again, mouth to mouth, letting soft sounds of slurps escape, breathing through their noses so the kiss didn't end too soon for regrets. As the kiss continued, Flamdramon's hands began to explore Renamon's soft and warm body, running his hands up and down her arms and only feeling her hands against the sides of his stomach. He could feel each one of his fingers combing through her soft and resiliant fur, with his finger tips gently grazing the roots of her fur. Gripping his fingers tighter, as his hungry hands could never fufill itself with her. He wanted to squeeze her tighter, but of course, she woudn't want that. The kiss never broke, but the hands slide over eachother.He had felt her hand slide down his thighs and reach on the sinsides of them. And not to let her down, he slid his own hands down her hips and finally, the kiss gently split, but before Renamon could speak, Flamdramon had his mouth planting kisses down her neck. And Renamon gasped, panting softly catching her breath from the kiss, lifting her head up to give him room. Renamon moaned softly, feeling her anxiousness fill her up, loving each indavidual kiss as a whole and taking in each seperately and cherishing it.
By dragging his body down her body, and keeping his hands at Renamon's side, Flamdramon's lips continued their journy on its familiar terrain. He continued to peck soft kisses of silk, letting them fall on her like pedals of a blossom, and finally his lips had fell gently upon her heavy breasts.
And with such delicacy, Flamdramon parted his lips and slip the soft nipple into his warming mouth and between his teeth. His mouth seemed to melt over the tip, oozing saliva and breath over it and the tongue sloppily slushing over the nipple like a over-wet mop sweeping floors. With both arms around Flamdramon's waist, pulling him in close and her fingers tightening in Flamdramon's skin, Renamon moaned gently, closing her eyes as he felt herself being sealed in the sharp pleasure attacking at her.
Flamdmon resumed his favor and reached up with one mighty ahnd and gripped Renamon's free breast tightly with his fist, letting the extra chub in her breast squeeze out a bit from the spaces between his fingers. He squeezed and released and squeezed and released, using her boob like a stress ball--Sustaining the moods of both in a sense of passion rather than eroticism.
Renamon's breath cut into short and soft pants, knocking her head back and fourth with shy eyes, looksing as if she were in a dream. She felt captured and jailed benieth Fladramon's caging body, but of that which was so tightly, exceeded past its normal thought and had pushed them into jails alternate theories--Love. And with bars of security trapping her, she shimmered in joy, cheering softly in glory and cheer. The feeling of being contained by the Mon above and around her set of what was her cage, into a freedom never imaginable to being free from Flamdramon.
"Akuna-Matata" ...." The Sweetness with the Sour" and et cetera....The Judge of these were merciful and truthful beyong comprehension, but somehow, the example that lay in the depths of the care-taking grass held one of glory who had seemed to make all sayings of worries seem like mere letters pressed together. These two made Letters speachless, and numbers louder than any voice.
And drowning in her bliss, hadn't noticed that her Love had already made it down betwen her spread legs. She lifted her head and peeked down with tired eyes and sighed and dropped her head back down with a sheepish smile on her face like a little girl. Flamdramon caressed his welcoming hands against her inner thighs and pressed his muzzle up against her drooling slit, with only a short field of fur around it. The fur darkended as it approached the brownish ring that gated her anxious and drooling glove. And as they say: Fits Like a Glove, her's surly did at some point in the future.
flamdramon opened his mouth, and panted softly, letting the warm life from his soul brush over her dazed slit. Renamon'a leg suddenly twichted from the warm breath rubbing her anxious slit.
" Mmmm....I'm still surprised everytime...." Flamdramon whispered, slightly on purpose for a reason to torture her slightly with his breath. Renamon whimpered and shifted her position.
"...Surprised everytime at what?" She whispered back.
"....Surprised everytime knowing that you'll be here for every time....and I'm still surprised." Flamdramon whispered, chuckling softly in witnessing that every word he whispered made Renamon figet or whimper. And without letting his Love wait another second more, just like her as his queen, he delivered her favors obiediently without questions, like a loyal servant--...As a Loving Digimon.
He pressed his muzzle harder against her slit, feeling part of his lips slip into her leaking cunt. He pushed his strong but soft moist and slippery tongue like an eel, slithering in her juicy cunt, tasting the spilling juices that splashed out more for every measure he dug, like a juicy orange. Without stopping to taste thoroughly, he concentrated on her pleasure, sliding his 8inch moist tongue all the way, slipping it in smoothly, and once fully in, his ears were rewards with Renamon's cries of pleasure. And these sounds were more worth than his doings, and so he continued, wiggling his tongue a bit in her squishy cave. And feeling like a proud Mon when he had earned Renamon's graceful hands on his head in encouragment, he moaned and dug his muzzle slightly deeper, getting his head squeezed tighter with Renamon's strong fingers on his neck and head.
Renamon cried like a baby, surrendering herself to the Juicer. And before Flamdramon's head were about to bleed from the gripping fingers, he took his face away from the soaked cunt and licks his lips, gazing down into the sloppy, slimy cunt that rested before his greatful eyes.
"Come and get your meal, dear...." Flamdramon whispered with a grin. And immideatly, she stumbled onto her hands and knees as Flamdramon spread his legs and leaned back. She lowered her head and took a couple licks at the throbbing cock like a deer gently licking up salt lick. She moaned softly, and reached forward, gripping Flamdramon's hips and dived forward, falling on her chest and her body laying flat on the floor now, moving her head from all angles around the pulsing meat. Her tongue like a cleaning rag very well covered the meat with a coat of thick saliva of her slippery and warm tongue. She lifted her head a bit more and pushed the tip of her fox tongue, licking up the pre-milk, hearing her tongue create little slurping sounds as she licked.
Flamdramon merely gasped, amazed fully at Renamon's skill. He laughed in disbelief and his legs quivered. He inhaled deeply, dropped his head back and pushed her head away a bit hard by accident of course and whimpered.
" Wait.....I...don't wanna finish this so soon...." Flamdramon whispered to Renamon who was convinced easily. " Lay on your back, Dear...you're turn to get something back..."
She nodded with a grin and shifted onto her back, laying flat, tilting her head to keep her eyes on him. He crawled on all for over to her head, feeling her saliva drip off his cock. He kneeled beside her head and sat down on his feet under him, reached forward and held Renamon's head still. He slid his hips forward, feeling his slimey cock slip smoothly onto her face, right under her nose. She smiled, closing her eyes and inhaled deeply, moaning softly. She breathed in, taking in the aroma that woke her up more than coffe.
Flamdramon moaned quietyly, feeling his cock slide slwoly across her wet nose. He pulled back and gently pumped his nose across her nose, like a tissure wiping a nose. He moaned, feeling the soft wet nose rubbing down the side of his cock as the wind from her inhaling vacuumed parts of his sliding cock. And without a noticable gesure except for a curl of the toes, he left her nose and moved down to her legs. He held her ankles, and spread her long furred legs apart and gazed down at the great water falls between her legs that wet the grass below her.
He reached forward, gently slipping his index finger with a plunging moist sound and scooped back a glob of her juices that dripped down thickly. He brought it up to Renamon's lips, and stuck in the sticky desperation for reaching final bliss, she opened her disagreeing lips slightly and moaned softly as the warm and soft finger covered in slick slime gently slid into her mouth, resting and sliding over her watering tongue. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around his finger and used her chunky yet slender tongue scrub under his finger up against the top of her warm mouth. She winced at first from the taste, but quickly adjusted as she sucked the digit as if it were the baby's bottle.
Before Renamon had fufilled her assumtion, Fladramon withdrew his finger and set both hands firmly on Renamon's waist, and at applying this touch, Renamon gasped and felt her slit below twitch. Flamdramon's body arose a bit, and approached Renamon's slit, ready to attack, and while on his way, he let his heavy and extended, red, and pulsing cock drag along Renamon's furry legs. Flamdramon shivered from tipping pleasure in a sort of jape that was enough to kill him happy. The soft fur of ever so extravigant feel, smoother than silk and with resilience of eliquence in perfect balance to deliver a sensation to his sensative cock that throbbed. It brushed over soft wrapped stiff rod, tickling him, and the frontieric feeling aquianted him without regret.
He continued to rise, inhaling as he rose higher and higher, dragging himself higher and higher, up along Renamon's inner thigh, leaving a streak of precum along her leg. And finally, the tip of his cock had felt a crevest of moist and damp fur of slime. Renamon gripped the grass below her, tearing some of the dirt from the world and cried as if this was a bad thing.
flamdramon lifted and set back down his member, sinking the beginning of his cock into the juicy trnech that cried tears of slime as he pushed in about an inch, hearing a moist suction. A sigh if relaxation was pushed at once from both bodies--Flamdramon feeling himself being slipped and held tight by a warm and slippery rubberish pocket, and Renamon feeling herself being filled a bit, feeling her insides warmer than the warmth of a good meal.
But without much time after examining her feeling, Renamon's breath was robbed and only lasted a squeek as she felt her body slide backward against the grass as Flamdramon's meaty cock drilled her up between her legs hard, creating a loud thump and squishy sound. She whimpered and lifteed her head and looked down at Flamdramon in tears. Flamdramon had his eyes closed and moaned softly, stretching his neck out with his back bent towards his thrusted hips. Still surprised that the ram took less than a second and yet her body was about 12 inched away from her original spot, Renamon panted, not sure if somehow a cock lacking the legnth had reached her stomach.
"Flamdramon....." Panted Renamon. She coyuldn't keep her head off the ground and so dropped it back onto the grass, and let her chest puff up and down.
"Mm....ya, HUN?!" Flamdrmon seemed to whisper until his last word which was a moment he had withdrew swiftly and violently jabbed stright through and sighed. Renamon whimpered and began to sob softly now. FLamdramon kept his eyes closed though, breathing hard as his fingers caressed her hips.
"S....Stohh-" Renamon dribbled off, even softer than the chirps of the crickets that plaid their sympohony for the night. And at this, Flamdramon's eyes opened but his face shifted into regret as he lowered his head to listen better, already sliding his cock out slowly.
"....Stop?....I'm s...sorr--" Flamdramon was cut from his words.
" No.......st...stuff....m--" But before she could even finish her last word, ol' reliable and loving Flamdramon grinned and rammed his mighty cock up her hot gushing spot, hearing her cries. But this time, as he fel his balls slap her bottom, he pulled back to ram back in, pushing and pumping his raging cock that begged and pleaded, about to cry. His thrusts back and fourth created his panting in sync, bucking his hips forward and back, slamming up against her body, and soon, the thrusts became hard enough to pry her slit big enough to slip his cock and his heavy balls into her slimey cunt that splashed out in juice with each time he hammered her in deep. His cock was like a stampied of rhino's, never giving up, chargin on forward with the stregnth of raging waters. He continued to pump her over and over, feeling the taste only getting sweeter each time. His jackhammering resumed on and on way beyond time could keep up. Renamon whimpered and cried, feeling her head spin faster for every struggle she tried to remain calm.
Flamdramon reached up, gripping her shoulders tightly for better leverage, bucking his hips as hard he could, heaving his body forward, smacking up against Renamon's cunt with a splash until finally, his teeth clecnhed as well as his grip, and he howled in ecstacy and passion, feeling his cock burst on like a hose, blasting off with huge streams and globs of slippery slime, spilling it all over her insides where it felt it had belonged. He held his head back with eyes ceealed shut and grnted softly as he gave a couple thrusts to finish her off. He sighed and dropped down over onto her and felt his body trembling from the overwhelming intesity that had ruled over his body. His eyes didn't seem to want to open with the pleasure still stinging him, feeling like static all over his body.
Things felt shakey and still near the edge, but once the warm furry arms wrapped around him and enveloped him in a hug, he quickly melted into a feeling of perfection. His body dropped like warm wax, dripping in relaxment, seeming even better than the sex, as he sighed and with his cheek against her chest, he kisses the skin closest to his lips and embraced Renamon with his own arms of want.
And with exchanged embracment, never did they have such a feeling as this-- one of complete security and finally feeling of what special essence inside them as it glowed, finally finding one who had actually embrace the other in a
forever-sought-feeling of Belong.
And the Night finally began again, with the music's of the night featuring the soft pants of the couple laying in exhaustion. The atmosphere seemed foggy and light, with the aftermath of drowzyness rocking the two into slumber as they remained welded together to make sure they woudn't get lost from eachother in their dreams. Flamdramon puffed a soft sigh and couldn't help but be soothed by Renamon's heart the beat in his ear, blanketing him in an exquisete warmth of her finesse. Extravagance played through, and innocent bliss burned, and with the twinkling stars blinking overhead, Flamdramon had his One-and-Only beinieth him to sandwhich him in a sanctity of Utopia. And never to end, he let the rambuncious Love be sotto and up against the damnable hate that never seemed to exist with Renamon's pressence.
And the last words spoken before the slumber bashed through politely, "...One day, I'll get you something beautiful from some other world to match your rare beauity, a flower that is worthy that requires great reach, but still, nothing will ever rech such beauty as that of which I have found in the eyes I gaze in as I speak, My Love...My Life...."
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" ....It was the majority of the voices that ruled my action, My Friend.....I am truly sorry...." The words echoed faintly in Flamdramon's head as he dropped his heavy view down into the Lake of Truth and saw Renamon smiling back at him and sighed as he flipped his lazy body stubbornly onto his back and sighed, looking up at the sky, hearing the Lake of Truth splash petite waves.
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you don't remember: The
He took a deep breath and let it slip out slowly and lifted his hand to his face and gently grazed his finger along his new "welded" lips and heard the words of the past echoe in his head again.
"....Flamdramon....I'm sorry.....please remember...this isn't at my will...Tyranomon himself ordered this from me....and I have no choice but to do it.....I am sorry my friend....." A voice of Wizardmon whispered. Flamdramon closed his eyes and remanissed the scene. Feeling his lips suddenly go numb and find them welded together. " ....My order has been fufilled.... Silent Mouth.....you will be able to eat still...but if you ever try to cut your lips apart, your breath will be taken away, but if you're patient, your lips will heal back together....The Silent Mouth is suppose to prevent you from now kissing anybody at all, or something like that..... Only Tyranomon has the power to take the spell off, Flamdramon....And I wasn't even suppose to tell you what I have just did......so please.....Forgive me my friend....."
Once again a sigh was pushed from his chest, and he flipped himself onto his stomach again like some burger patty, and bcame dazed in the pond, hypnotized at the reflection of his dear Renamon shimmering in the waters, hating the words that repeated in his head.
" You are banned from
He recited words silently in his head from the last letter he had recieved from Renamon:
"....At least I know you're behind these gatea and one day fate will overcome silly barriers and bring us back together. ...Death may come from this letter, but what's life worth living anyways without waking up to see your face inches, if not touching, mine? It's been literally 20 seconds sinse they banned you.......and I miss you to tears already....."
He leaned his head forward towards the glimmering picture of Renamon, sobbing and feeling his eyes swim in their pools of anxious tears, and sobbing softly, trying to tuck his cries behind, he gently pressed his now welded lips upon the cold lake water and only felt the cold liquid soak his skin. He closed his eyes and attempted the kiss, but he only felt the cold water. His hoping heart dropped and and with this touch from his lips, the water scrambled again and all was shattered. His lips dripped the water, but feeling every tendant of his sanity dripping off with the water. Things seemed to dread compassionate loss and despairing confusion. "....I promise I'll return, Renam--" He couldn't even finish the name of his love without feeling the deep stab slice through hit gut. He gripped the dirt in his fists and squeezed his heart out, crying feeling his body rott without her perssence. He never felt any more alone then at this time of the Viola-Mood crying, and nothing seemed worth the trouble anymore, and as everything else, now his life seemed worthless.....meaningless without her.
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"Psst....Flamdramon....." A voice whispered, popping Flamdramon out from his dreams of memories. He didn't even have to lift his head and already saw Stan holding a bowl and twisting his head side to side as if he were being watched. "...I thought you might want something to eat....and just to let you know that the final tests are suppose to go on tonight.....and after that...." Stan became quiet and Flamdramon knew why. He nodded in ackknowlegment and cracked a sleepy smile down at Stan admiring his care for him. " I hope it doesn;t hurt at least...." Flamdramon heard Stand whisper with his head down. And then lifting his head, Stand reached the bowl of food forward in offer. Flamdramon nodded and pushed his mouth against the food and stand lifted his eyesbrow in the amazment and chuckled softly, setting the bowl down. "....I hope your people back home miss you...." Stan whispered, looking up at Flamdramon.
Flamdramon cosed his eyes and drpoped his face, and Stand apologized and nodded..." Well, at least people back their want you....." Stan sighed, ".....I got no friends at all....."
Flamdramon lifted his head and shook his head and nodded. Stan only looked at Flamdramon in confusion. Flamdramon patted his cheek against his shoulder and nodded. And with this small gesture, Stan's eyes lit up and his posture in his back became more mighty and his smile lifted him onto his tippy toes. He was struck silent and had trouble swallowing and felt his eyes watered and without warning, Stan suddenly felt his arms wrapped around Flamdramon's legs, and dug his cheek into Flamdramon's thigh and Flamdramon only felt sad he couldn't hug him back as he felt the same sorrow of his and Stan's mix. Without knowing how long, eventually, Stan let go and with tear stained cheeks, he smiled up at Flamdramon and sobbed out the words: "....I'm gonna miss you, my friend...." He sniffled and swiped his arm across his eyes, "....Who knows....maybe we'll see eachother again someday...." The words blured from the sobs. Flamdrmon nodded, almost crying himself as he watched the smiling and sobbing Stan walk away towards the glass door slowly. But before Stan exited, he looked behind him at Flamdramon and spoke softly in slight shame. "....Will you forgive me if I....didn't show up when they do their final "tests"?....."
Flamdramon understood completely and nodded with innocence in his face and sniffled, feeling his hands grip on the mteal restraints as he felt his empty heart suddenly empty out beyond the empty point which he thought wasn't possible. and before anymore feelings could flood over Flamdramon, the echoe of the glass door clicking shut smacked his ear drum and his eyes went sharp.
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" *Khuck*....Attention, Final Tests have officially been a go, please report to your post and prepare for tests to be deployed....*Kcuck*"
His eyes shot open and his body felt tensed up and numb. His heart quivered and his muscles felt like jelly while his stomach floated. Anticipation aroused Flamdramon's shrieking heart as he saw men crowd up in the glass room and suround him as if a music concert were to begin.
" *Kcuck*....Test Number One:....deploy....*Kcuck*" And with that signal, an old man covered in some special jumpsuit of white, flapped over his face and only his eyes behind plastic was visable of him. He held a scapel in his right fist and reached up with his left and gripped under Flamdramon's face tightly, holding his head stright. And in one smooth moition, without much time for Flamdramon to even struggle, the man jabbed the blade stright through the mouth, which struck Flamdramon in pain who howled in his pain, arching his back forward as everything suddenly tensed. The metal buckles that held Flamdramon squeeked, and the man slit the blade across the mouth sqiftly and took a step back as Flamdramon's eyes bulged wide, and his viens rise from his flesh as he suddenly begin to thrash his whole body around. The men all gasp and step back, some even running behind the glass as violent shrieks and thumps come from Flamdramon who only continued to thrash about like some psycho, flopping his never before seen red tongue flop out his mouth as his body began to tremble, and the enormous veins beginning to pulse all over his masculine body. He thew his chest forward and his head side to side, and pulling on his legs as his eyes only widened more.
Flamdramon gripped the metal restrains and began throwing his head back, hitting the back of his head against the glass and his pupils shrank, and sounds of thomping on the glass over and over echoed in big bellows, shaking the whole room and the lights flickered as they shook from behind the thick glass and howls, shrieks, and cries shot from him, and though nobody notices, tears streamed down his face. He could feel his brain inflating in his small tight holding skull, squeezing his racing brain as thoughts shot thorugh his head back and fourth creating a catastrophy of sloppy thoughts, memories, and sticky questions all colliding into the core of his pulsating brains. He could the blood having trouble pushing itself at a million miles per hour, smacking up against his throbbing eyes balls, feeling them practically pop out of their sockets. By now all the men had ran behind th glass and shut the door and only sat baffled and scared as they witnessed Flamdramon go crazy. Heavy and thick saliva began to droop from all edges of FLamdramon's yelling mouth, filling the room with his spilling cries.
But finally and so sudden, he paused, and just after he let the last ring of his echoe sip into his ear, he sniffled and blinked confused at the glass, paying no attention to the men behind it who shivered, some even crying, he looked forward and saw his reflection and leaned his head forward feeling his body tremble a bit still, and hearing his throbbing heart pound against his exhausted chest. His mouth was sealed back together. He dropped his head down and saw his blood on the ground, then looked back at the reflection nervously, seeing his lips were back together. His whole body motioned with his heavy panting and he took a long breath and let it slowly be drawn from him and leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He had just remembered about the men, but didn't pay them any attention as he only heard their pencils at work.
After some time, Fladramon had accidently slipped into rest, snoring softly as finally the silence was broken once a man dropped ihs pencil, sighed, and leaned back in his seat.
" Well, at least we know he has something in that so called mouth...." He spoke softly to himself. Another man with his head resting on his desk, and his tired eyes behind the lens, stared at the man who has made the comment, in a bit of irritated look.
"...Well, we still don't know much anything about this thing! I mean...how the Hell is it able to heal itself like that? And what was that tantrum that he threw all about? I mean...sure it might've hurt, but he bashed around like that like 20 minutes after we had made the cut...." He sighed and closed his eyes, seeming to not even care for a response.
" Well...yeah...but, even if we knew everything about this thing, would it even do us any good? Oh well...maybe we'll get more answers for the boss in disection. Because after this, I gotta go to K-Mart or something...my daughter's birthday is comming up....And my wife's birthday is only a week after my daughters..." He sighed and dropped his arms and legs loose from his chair, looking up at the cieling. " Damn...I gotta spend so much money...when we're done with this project, I'll be happy to get back to my normal life.....This has got to be like the 100th creature we're trying to figure out!...damn, why do these things bother comming to earth anyway? We always end up killing them anyway! Why not save us both time and not come to earth and act all innocent? We're stronger anyway...." The man continued, not really expecting anyone to listen anyway, "....Maybe I can use their skin to make a jacket for my wife?...or maybe we can use their meat and the boss treat us all to a barbe-Q?...::sighs::....Damn! Let's start disction already!..... I need a vacation...."
"....You're so stupid...." A man from behind respinde, " .... Don't worry that Thing's not going anywhere..... And what makes you even think these things can think or remember things from where they;re from? If they can't even make little squeeks or tones or signals or anything to even attempt communication, that just shows how inferior they are.....I bet their whole race is all walking stupidly in random places, bumping into eachother..." The man laughed as his fingers fumbled his pencil around. "....I mean, what use are they even? I think we're just doing this because the boss is curious....if I Was in charge my orders would be simply: Kill them, and get rid of the bodies....It's not like we can't easily kill them anyway, so we might as well....."
" That Thing's not going anywhere..." the words from the man rattled in Flamdramon's head. He grew furious with rage as the man stood before him. No way will this man be the mere cause to prevent my fate with Renaeon! I won't let that happen....I can't.....
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"...." She was rapt in silence, clenching her ragedy sheets as she dug her head in it, letting her thoughts roam freely, and tears spill as free. All sagged with a blurry and faded touch, hope seeming so close, but be pushed further whenever she felt it close. Agony screeched in a symphony of hearts, dangling by their wits of tears, hoping for a better day. And the musical continued, streaming the smooth falling notes from the strings. Each stroke slickfully vibrating her heart's strings, blowing drowzilly at her sanity as the chimes twinkled upon her eyes, a tear for each tingle for the Classic of Despair.
Shame filled her crawling mind. Had she already replaced Flamdramon with this new Mon? Everyday, she had kissed the fields of grass of the moments they had spent together. But now with this new one she thought she hated, she had stopped those practices of hope, knowing Flamdramon was crying for her. She felt her hate stabbing hersel of betrayal.
How could I even have thought of any other Mon?.....The selfish should die....She clung onto her sheets, curling inwards as the symphony resumed its slick slurs of music flow of dreaded violines stroking, and felt her heart pounding in beat as he eyes throbbed, dripping a her tears to let the music continue.
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By now, almost every man had their head resting on their desk, with only a couple of men stil scribbling down observations. The last man who jotted down notes, lifted his heavy head and looked at Sleepig Flamdramon with his sleepy eyes and wrote a couple more words and sighed, dropping his body over the desk.
But just as the sound of the body hiting the table thumped, Flamdramon opened his eyes and peeked around him, from one corner to the other corner of his eye. Then lifted his head and began a more efficient search, pushing his wandering head side to side and then looked at the metal restrains at his wrists and ankles and looked around himself, seeing only his blood and the thick glass. He pressed his chin down against his chest, feeling his throat tingle a bit, surprised at how much he needed his breath after all. He chuckled softly from the slight surprise. He's breathed ihs whole life, but never thought about his breath being stollen.
He looked back at the metal around his wrist and his eye lids flung open as he saw that they were loose and practically falling off. He grinned as he saw the moment ironc and a surprising and delightful coinsadince. He had killed two birds with one stone by complete accident and he sent his head back up and gazed his hopful face to his sleeping audience then looked back at the weakened restraints and already, he felt his heart beat a bit harder from temptation and hope, and he began to sweat. And out of no where, suddenly what seemed like to be lost and no longer existing, Time crept up from behind him, and seeming to speed up faster and faster. Time was creeping up his back and no time seemed perfect, but before he attempted a move, a flash of consequences flashed before him. He shut his eyes and grit his teeth behind the welded lips and whimpered, pushing and battling all the persuations and thoughts that rattled in his brain. His brain cried, and quickly, he took his chance before his thoughts could catch up to make regrets and he thrusted both arms forward, feeling his arms pop free from the wall, and he fell forward and paniced, waving his arms in the air as his falling body approached the floor and without acting willingly, he found his fists had wrapped around the broken metal clamps before they hit the floor and supported himself off the ground with his tail, only a couple inches a way. He blinked from dizzyness and nervousness, with his cheek against his tail. He felt sweat drip down his face like a faucet, dripping into the puddle of his blood.
He panted softly, feeling his stomach fall upwards. He peeked down and saw the weak latches around his ankles and carefully reached down and unscrewed the loose falling screws and stepped out from the wall's fingers. And the first thing he did once he had stepped into freedom once again was push his chest forward and throw his arms back and apart and yawnd softly, feeling his stiff bones crackle, and muscles finally getting the chance to stretch out and gave a drunken smile of relaxment of his tired body. But once the sense of this critical situation reached his mind, he snapped his body erect and headed for the door in soft steps.
Keeping his obvious skill of stealth in tact, he pushed the heavy glass door open and crept into the carpetted and air conditioned office room and while tippy toeing, his body quivered a bit with his head looking all around him in caution. And in the middle of his visual look out, his eyes had stopped at the intercom in the back of the room, and without even doubting, he ran up to it silently before risking any potential moments for the speaker to talk. He headed stright down the path between rows of desks and sleeping workers. Annd the slightest mistake could awake one of them who would only wake up the others and would make his own doom. But with each step towards the speaker, Flamdramon's heart stumbled over its beats, feeling the speaker breathing in in preperation to yell. Each inch of approaching, a bead of sweat dripped and streaked down his alert and exhausted face.
He launched into the air and gripped onto the speaker and hung on it with his padded reptilian feet panted against the wall only creating a soft sponge impact. He looked directly at the speaker, with his nose up against it and reached for the back of it just as he heard the static of an incomming voice, and paniced, and without searching for a specific wire, he merely ripped the speaker off the wall and landed on the ground, hugging the speaker against his chest and beating heart, as he froze on the ground with his ears up in fear of any popped slumber.......a Minute later, he sighed and dropped his numb shoulders and set the speaker slowly on the ground and gently crept to the exit of the office, seeking the forest that was revealed from behind the window besides the door.
But before his hand had even touched the door handle, his head jolted to the main door when Stan burst through the door, yelling.
" Wait!!!!" He came running through but stumbled in his steps and paused, dropping his arms at his side, and sliding his eyes around him, noticing why everyone only lay on their desk....But slowly, the men no began to awake, yawning and rubbing their eyes and whimpering like babies as they groaned and stared at the noise-making Stan. Stan looked to hi right and his glance was snugged by Flamdramon's pressence at the exit. And things froze their for both of them....
Flamdramon felt a sweatdrop roll down the side of his head as the buzzing silence shook his sides, and his feet fell stiff from disbelief and nervousness. Prickly pines twitched and rolled up his arms and legs, and his stomach felt light, as the perfect chance melted and was slim. But even knowing that, his feet didn't budge.....
" Hey! HE GOT OUT!!" A man sudden;y yelled, and knocking his chair back as he ran towards the main door whimpering a bit in fear, and before the man reached the door, the yells amplified without much crecendo or slide--From silent to ear piercing rumbling and screams in less than a second. Stand stood blankly in the middle of the room as the crowd pushed in his direction, waves of men running, and some returning with tazers and guns.
And at the second Flamdramon's glance hit the weapons, his eyes flickered and he took a swift leap into the air, looking almost as if gravity didn't apply to him, and staomped down on a desk, with the impact creating a gust of wind around him and he threw his right hand back and slashed it forward at a screaming man and a loud thump or rather a boom crashed. The man flew in the direction of the scream, but in too many pieces to count as the thick slime of red splashed into the air, and long before the man's pieces hit the floor, the syrupy bloos still headed for the carpet. And from that single blow, and once the rumble like thunder passed, a moment of silence ocurred....
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"STAN!! RUN!!!!" Flamdramon hollared with all his breath not getting a second to breath before the mob began screaming once again. He leaped into the air once again and landed on a bundle of men. All the men fell and cried from under his feet, and Flamdramon only stomped and dug his feet into their heads, and using his claw toes to scrape along their faces, letting them cry out squeels of bloody murder onto the ground. Stan, without having to be told twice, whimpered Flamdramon's name and softly cried as he ran out the exit.
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Stan's Last Thoughts Before Exiting:
.....My friend......I've been lonely for my whole 22 years of my life.....and the first friend I get....we only spend like 30 minutes together.......But that doesn't matter....at least.....I know he exists.....These others.....they don't understand and I'll be dead by the time they do.....Damn.....I miss my friend already.....
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Throwing his claws across the rooms, only seeing their crying faces in pain for a second before it becomes literally slashed into pieces and droped onto the gorund like unwanted food. The men tried to run away now, heading for the door, but before any of them even let a grain of dirt touch a finger, their back was snapped in half, their head was chopped right off, or their body was simply butchered, and tossed to the floor to join the piles of raw meat and blood. Flamdramon shut his eyes tightly, crying slightly as he bashed through the crowds of men who had possibly had family waiting at home.
After a bash and the chucks of man fell to the floor, he panted softly only seeing a couple men screaming mayhem. He grinned at the man with his daughters and wife's birthday comming up. He held his right arm, crying softly, and with the only second thought of Flamdramon's own Love, he roared, spreading his arms apart, as if to hug the man tightly. The man in a coat drenched in red whimpered and squeezed his eyes tightly and whispered: "I'm sorry...."
And SLAM! Flamdramon slammed both hands together with the man's head between the thunder. Flamdramon felt each bone in his head collapes between his hands and blood bursted like a fountain from the sides as the flesh and bits of bones squeezed between his fingers like tooth paste and so effortlessly, the body dropped to the ground sloppily. And after that, he easily slaughtered the remaining two men. He looked down at the blood stained carpet and saw papers all over the room, but below his feet were ones of the man he had just killed. Without reading any of the words of the bundle of letters, he skipped them and looked at the signature at the bottom that read: Terger Worros. He stomped his clawed-foot into the paper and kneaded the paper into the ground like a man putting out a cigerette. He felt that a mere name of these men were painful, knowing they planned to not just kill him, but to say that he wouldn't be going anywhere? Stomping his dreams hurt more than physical pain could ever touch.
Flamdramon cracked a smile and walked slowly towards the exit, panting softly and wiping his bloody hands on the door, but before exiting he heard a door creek open, and looked behind his back with a feeling of glory and mightyness. A man behind a door whimpered and cried softly. It was a door that Flamdramon never even noticed. and as he looked at the crying man who mumbled uncomprehensable words, Flamdramon noticed that the speaker that had once been in place had been located just above this door. He grinned and at the frightened man and smiled wickedly, signalling the man with one index finger like an adult does with a baby.
The man swallowed his heart stuck in his throat and without question, crawled on all four to Flamdramon and whimpered and mumbled a couple other cries. He lifted his right arm to wipe his soaked eyes, but before the cloth touched his face, Flamdramon launched forward and tackled him, and narrowed the distance between their faces, until his cold breath brushed upon the shaking man's nose. The little man whimpered and squirmed slightly.
The distance between their eyes fell close, and his breath huffed like morning fog over the man who shivered in shock. Trembling in his white coat, shrieked and curled up inward, as the last breath was stolen from his chest, his blood pulsing through his veins and his heart expanding with his head feeling light and drowzy as he sweat gallons as things spun around him and sounds crashed upon him rudly. But finally, all fell silent and his body shrivled up and tense as he stared blankly up at the creature, letting his the last words ring in his head.
" The question isn't whether or not One can speak, communicate, or reason....the question is can One suffer?...."
Uh huh! That was my Lemon!!! =D How was was this lemon? I know it's not as good as some of my others, and maybe cause I simply didn't make this one as "poetic" or whatever.....maybe cause I was lazy? lol, maybe. Well, let me know what you thought about this lemon and E-mail me alright?
Well...So....Flamdramon misses Renamon =,( Well, he got angry and made one friend and killed all the humans....lol. This lemon, partly, was to show signs of vegetarianism [[ YES- me, GabumonBubu, IS a vegetarian ]]. Especially the last quote. I wasn't trying to make people vegetarians...lol, I was just expressing MY personal feelings on how heartless humans can be which is why I had the whole scene at the end with Flamdramon giving the human's a taste of their own medacine. =) Like a lot of people kill all these animals thinking they are ONLY animals and act as if they arn;t even living....so my last quote:
" The Question isn't whether One can speak, communicate, or reason....The question is can One suffer?"
Which applies also to animals as well....we kill them just because they can;t speak human language or we think they can't reason....but even if it's partly true, is that a good enough reason not to care about them? Because sure, they can't speak to us, but they CAN suffer.
There were a
One of the things u might have noticed are
the names I gave to certain things.. Such as the town Flamdramon was banned from...what was it called again?
I sorta rushed the middle a bit >.< sorry! I had this plan for a HUGE scene of abuse to do to Flamdramon to make the ending more meaningful and to create more anger. oh well....
^ ^, well, sorry, for me blabbing out my thoughts, oh well, hope u enjoyed this lemon! =) It's a little DIFFERENT style of romance that I wanted to write huh? Wanted to try something new so here it is....Didn't like this one? Well try reading my others. IF you're wondering which one of mine to read? Not to boast, but I think my only series so far "Chasing Dreams" Is a good one =) so go READ IT NOW BEFORE I KICK YOUR @SS!! =)