yadda yadda not owned, doody doo not suitable for people yadda yadda. Anyhoo on with the story.

 

Codes and Secrets

 

He sat at his computer, half naked, and half asleep. And while im at it, half dead. no, um, he was alive and well, just half asleep. and half naked. He mumbled incoherently as he checked his emails.

"God fuck it. 132 emails," he looked through them to see if any were anything decent, several "enlarge your penis", and "rachael wants you"'s caught his eye, but the only one he left undeleted was one with the subject line, 'ay mate, need a friend'. He grinned, expecting porn, "this i gotta see", he clicked the link.

 

WBLN

AEE?

T LV

DI  I
OEA
YVT
OEH
UI  A

 

He laughed, a simple enough code. He read it vertically.

'Wat do you beleive i Leviathan?, The bastards english is shit'

It was not the code that struck him as much as the last word. There were very few people who called him by his penname. He spent a couple of seconds, thinking of something sadistic to reply with. Pissed off as he drew a blank, he typed,

 

'Sod's Law'

 

He clicked the send button.

Immediately he received a new email, which he opened.

 

RENTRAPNODIGIDRUOYSIOHW

 

It took him slightly longer to decipher this one. When he worked it out, he punched himself out of his own retardedness. He read it backwards.

 

''Who is your digimon partner'. fuck...'

He thought for a while, pondering whether this included self created digimon. He paused.

'What the fuck'

And typed in Onamon.

 

The last email came.

'good, arm yourself as you will, and head down the road to the primary school near you. No one will know. Oh, and leviathan? put some pants on.'

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Leviathan sprinted down the road, his mind racing ahead. He was worried that he'd be seen, and have to explain the two blades he had on him. One, a short dagger, he held it in his left hand, as he had no sheath, the sheath it came in being a smallish statue. The second was a long samurai3000 katana, which he had borrowed from his brother. That, he had sheathed and attached to his belt.

 

He skidded to a stop and vaulet the fences that surrounded the building, which was 5 storys and surprisingly imposing in the dark. The last time he'd been in the yard, was when he was 10. He'd seen a ghost. Now he was looking for anything. He looked up and shouted several profanaties as a large black hand, pulling him into the air.

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'You okay?' came a light voice

'fuck. fucking hell. god fucking hell that hurts' Lev swore a bit more before answering,

'yeah, im fine. Can't see though.'

'Theres a cloth over your face, to stop the bleeding.' the voice was relaxed and obviously female. She pulled the cloth off and he gazed up at onamon. She was the exact replica of his drawings; like a renamon, but a deep stormy grey, and slightly smaller. Her eyes were orange.

'fucking hell'

'you move?'

he jerked slightly, and profanitised again.

She laughed, and said

'yes, you wont be moving for a few hours now; not 'till the blood gets round your body properly.'

'you could give me a hand on that part'

she smiled, and said

'you're cute... later... maybe'

and he dozed off again.

 

When he awoke, his limbs were all in working order, albiet stiff, so he sat up, looking around.

The room he was in seemed to be made of rock, carved from a mountain. The bed was pressed against a wall and he ran his finger down it, feeling the uneven, sandstone like texture.

He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

's'now, later? he asked

Rather than reply, she pushed his trowsers down to his knees, and began to rub his dick from behind. he closed his eyes and let his head fall back on to her shoulder, and, deciding it would be improper to let a favour go unpaid, reached behind her and grabbed her ass.

Leaving one hand squeezing her ass, he slipped the other under her tail, and began stroking around her slit. she whimpered happily, at the intensified her handjob, causing him to climax,  but she wasn't letting him go,  she continued her hand job, bordering on the uncomfortable for leviathan, so he stepped up his rubbing, slipping two fingers into her, and fishing around until he found her clit. When he found it, he blindly stroked it, bringing an appreciative shiver from onamon. He kept rubbing until she came, covering his hand.

He turned around, pushing onamon down, and lifted one of her legs up, before thrusting his rod into her, mercilessly pumping her, until she climaxed, and brought on his climax.

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ta fucking da.

a lemon just for you.

i wrote it for you fuck'a

and do you care.

do you shit.

 

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