Chapter Seven – “Release of Moon”
Knock, Knock!
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
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BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Alright,” Takato groaned from his uncomfortable sofa bed. “Alright, calm down, I’m coming!”
Takato looked a mess. Ever since he had gotten home from his particularly depressing evening out, he had been lying on the sofa bed emptying entire bags of chips and root beer. He hadn’t even picked up a book, or turned on the television; he just had sat there with a blank mind trying desperately to eat away his depression before he fell asleep, dressed in the faded Metallica shirt that he had originally planned to wear out earlier and some white khaki shorts. He sleepily got up, feeling strangely grainy on his insides, and opened the door.
“Oh my god Takato!” shrieked a female voice. “You look horrible!”
“Thanks,” Takato mumbled and turned on the nearby light switch. Before him stood, not only Jeri, Rika, and Henry, but also Keyana and about six or seven other men and women he had never seen before. “You might as well come in because I’m not going back outside. Treat yourselves to a bag of air and a glass of make-believe juice.”
Groaning again, Takato turned on his heels and went about converting his bed back to the couch. Rika stepped forward and went to grab part of the bed.
“Let me help,” she said but immediately wished she hadn’t.
“DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!” Takato yelled. Rika didn’t look fazed in the slightest but simply put down the bed and stepped back. “God, I know I can still fold up the sofa right ...”
Nobody spoke again while Takato finished fixing the sofa. Once he completed the work, he pulled up a lot of metal folding chairs which he had a large surplus of for some reason, and made a curt motion for everyone to take a seat. Takato sat in a computer swivel chair that had once been in working condition while everyone else took their seats.
“Who are they?” Takato said abruptly nodding towards the shady looking group that was accompanying Keyana. Each one of them was dressed in lavish black Armani suits . “Then Men in Black or something? Where’s Will Smith?”
Keyana gulped.
“Er... Takato,” she said talking as if Takato had a ticking time bomb strapped to his stomach. “These are my ... um ... co-workers. We’re part of a secret gov-”
“You’re part of a secret government organization specializing in tactical operations known as the Thunderground, or Task Group Forty-Seven of the National Security Agency,” Takato breathed lazily. “This I know. Mind if I have some names?”
A short looking Asian agent gave Keyana a dark look, but Keyana shook her head.
“We can trust him Long,” she said quietly. “He used to be part of an extensive government operation himself as a child.”
She smiled.
“We owe our lives to him and his friends, just as they owe their lives to us.”
Takato gave a confused look, and a cute blonde woman Takato remembered from the restaurant spoke up.
“Your friends briefed us on the events that transpired twenty-one years ago,” she said. “And also about how it was all covered up soon after. You’re the man who saved the world-”
“And nobody even knows it,” said the black man from the restaurant. Takato recognized his voice from the fight with Jordan Burgess. He was the one who fired the grenade launcher. “Same thing with us, only our history is a bit more ... extensive.”
“Twenty-three years ago,” began Keyana. “An alien race known as the Cargonaughts launched a full-scale invasion on the planet Earth. Their own home world had become uninhabitable due to an accident causing the entire planet to become drenched in a lethal type of radiation. Another alien race known as the Blades, arrived in our galaxy at the same time. It seems that they’re a sort of galactic police force who have been chasing the Cargonaughts for years.”
“-However,” came the voice of the muscular looking Filipino man from the restaurant. “The Cargonaughts were using inherent shapeshifting abilities to take over the planet covertly under the guise of human beings. The Blades couldn’t just swoop down to Earth and eradicate them – the governments of the free world would have attacked them without question. Because of that the Blades selected us, nine random friends, and gave us the powers of ancient warriors-”
“This,” came the voice of another Asian with a long face as he held up his curious looking watch that was identical to the rest of the Thungerground members’. “Is called a Thunder Blaster. It has three modes: covert mode, communication mode, and defense mode. In covert mode, it looks like a normal watch – which is always five minutes behind for some reason we never figured out – in communications mode we can contact each other in real-time video conversations thanks to a three-dimensional holographical projector, and in defense mode we can transform into our armor.”
“In any event,” went a pretty girl who was also Asian and
had the hint of a unibrow. “We fought them and won- but not before they did
some pretty good damage to the planet. Towards the end of our battles, just as
yours, the government got involved, and after the final battles with the
Cargonaughts the
“I’m pretty sure I would have remembered a full scale
invasion,” Takato sighed. “Especially since the time the
Keyana shrugged.
“It was made into an isolated incident,” she said. “Just as
the Japanese government somehow managed to keep its troubles with the Digital
World a secret, the
Takato blinked. Something in Keyana’s voice told him that it was all true.
“Now to meet the gang,” Keyana said and pointed to the muscular Filipino. “This is Agent Ronald Potente, Codename: Lightning. He’s the leader of the group.”
She pointed to the black kid who looked quietly insane.
“This is Agent Kyle Martin, Codename: Mergabomb,” she said and sighed. “He can be a bit hasty on making decisions as you saw tonight. He has the tendancy to be a bit trigger-happy. This is Agent Jesse Cruz, Codename: Viper, Agent Andrew Long, Codename: Aqua, Agents Mary and Katherine, Codenames: Plantrex and H.M ... er, they prefer not to be called by their last names for some reason, and don’t ask what H.M stands for.”
Takato raised an eyebrow.
“Agent Brittany Kelly, Codename: Warp,” she said and nodding towards the only white agent there, the blonde. “And as you know, I’m Keyana Buttler. My codename is Savage. Together we make up the Thunderground special operations unit, but we like our old names from back in the day- the Thunder Squad.”
Ron smiled at Keyana, who was busy looking at the troubled look on Takato’s face. She got up and grabbed his arm pulling him to his feet with surprising strength.
“Could you excuse us for a moment?” she said, and they all nodded. Before Takato could say anything more he was in his empty bedroom.
Keyana looked around finally letting Takato go.
“Er ... is this your bedroom or something?” she said looking around. “Why don’t you put a... you know ... a bed in here?”
Takato sighed.
“Can’t afford one,” he said. “Unemployment checks only pay for so much.”
“Like ... fancy dates?” Keyana said giving Takto a stern look. “Instead of splurging on people like me, Takato, you need to start taking care of yourself. Sleeping on that tiny old foldout couch can’t be good for your back in the slightest.”
“Meh,” Takato replied shrugging.
“Now look Takato,” Keyana said clapping him on the shoulders. “Your friends told me about how unhappy you were tonight, and I want to explain to you that your friends still love you and all, but we’re dealing with supernatural forces that you just aren’t equipped for-”
“And that’s just it,” Takato said shrugging of Keyana and looking outside. “That’s just it.”
Keyana gulped and looked at the screen door in the corner of the room.
“Mind if we go sit on the porch?” Keyana said trying to defuse her friend’s anger. “I hear there’s a full moon out tonight.”
Mere seconds later, they were out on the balcony of Takato’s flat looking out at the beautiful night sky.
“This is one of the only reasons I stay here,” Takato said sighing. “I could probably get a smaller place and be able to marginally pay my bills more easily, but sometimes, when I’m really down and bummed out, I come out here and reflect on junk. The view is just so beautiful that, if I play it right, I can somehow loose all my worries and problems in it.”
Keyana smiled.
“Is it helping?” Keyana said, and got no reply. “The view out
here really is beautiful. You can see
the stars, the moon,
“Er ... yeah,” Takato said looking up at the yellow moon that seemed twice its normal size. “I don’t mean to be such a jerk or a crybaby Key, its just that ... when I see Rika, Henry, and Jeri all grown up with such important jobs still living out our childhood livelihoods, and I think about how dreadful and boring my own life is ... it just makes you think, you know? About what could have been and what is.”
“Hmm hmm,” Keyana said, and inched a bit closer.
“After our battle with the D-Reaper,” he continued as Keyana
put her head on Takato’s chest hugging him passionately as they both gazed at
the night sky. “My parents and I moved to
At this Keyana sighed sadly as she continued to hold Takato.
“Look Takato,” she said wearily. “After twenty-three years in the business of being a quote unquote ‘hero,’ I’ve learned a few things. One of them is this: the only people who want to be a hero are the people who aren’t, and people who don’t want to be a hero most likely are the one’s who are the heroes at the time. c.”
Takato gave a sarcastic snort.
“Is that a fact?” he said in a surprised tone of voice. “Why would that be? Why would you give up you’re cool life for my dumpy one?”
Keyana sighed again looking as intently at the moon as ever.
“Keyana Buttler fought a supervillian tonight who had nothing bad bad intentions on his mind,” she dictated. “And even though she failed, its okay because nobody knew it happened. And even when she wins one and saves the world from some supernatural disaster the likes of which, the world has never seen, nobody knows. They can’t scold her for failing, and they can’t celebrate when she wins.”
Takato, detecting genuine sadness in her voice looked down at her. He actually stopped worrying about himself for a second. There was a single tear rolling down her ebony cheeks smearing her make-up she was still wearing from their date. She was also in the same red dress that had looked so fabulous before, but was now wrinkled and out of place due to her battle in her fighting suit.
“I could save the world again tomorrow,” Keyana said. “And nobody can ever know. If a girl’s mother is killed by an alien tomorrow I can’t tell their six year old son and daughter why they died or how they died. I’ve dealt with this scenario’s before Takato ... we’re not firemen or something, we’re in the government. None of us have any families, or any time to sit around and relax. This is no life for the faint of heart Takato, and today is the first date I’ve had for nearly five years, and it wasn’t even really a date! It was a stupid sting operation! Do you know how much I hated that, and how much I wanted you to know what was going on?
“Don’t you think I don’t like the idea of having government agents following me around in the restaurant, and don’t you think I’d want to go on a real date without any stipulations? Sometimes ...”
She sniffed, more tears running down her face.
“Sometimes I just wish I was normal,” she said sobbing. “I want moments like this more often where I can just look at the moon and appreciate it without it being a part of some giant sting operation or something like that! I have no life Takato! Henry has no life, and neither does Jeri, Rika, Ron, Long, Kyle- NONE of them. We all look at YOU with envy just like you look at us with admiration.
“I’d give anything to be a normal woman, with a normal love life, who doesn’t turn into some kind of Neo-Power Ranger with some of her childhood friends when the sun goes down. I could die tomorrow, and nobody would ever know or care! You can take this damned Thunder Blaster and my job, more power to you. How can Keyana Buttler be a hero Takato – because that is what you really want, to be a hero. How can Keyana Buttler be a hero, if nobody even knows her name?”
Keyana tore her eyes away from the moon and gave Takato a look that he read expertly. It was a look that said “stop worrying about yourself for a minute and comfort someone else.” He’d seen that look many times, especially at his parents’ funeral a few years ago.
“I’m sorry Keyana,” Takato said going a little red. “I didn’t mean to upset you or anything ... let’s change the subject, okay?”
“Okay,” Keyana said with one more grand sniff. “Let’s talk about more important things. You probably want to know why the DAD and the Thunderground are in there together. Besides coming here to comfort you, they’ve formed a bit of an alliance.”
Takato’s eyebrows jumped in sudden surprise.
“The Japanese and American governments are getting along
again?” Takato asked curiously. “The last relation I heard of between the two
was when the
“Er ... well the thing is,” Keyana stammered uneasily. “Our respective governments don’t know about this little agreement between countries. We figure there’s nothing they can really do that we can’t do ourselves. With the DAD Tamer Group and the NSA Thunderground, we’re hopeful that we can stop this ... digi-thing.”
“Digimon,” Takato said happy to be the one explaining something for a change. “Digimon are forms of artificial technology based primarily in the data of computers. They don’t normally have the ability to cross worlds like they’ve done.”
Keyana sighed once more and looked back up at the moon.
“Well, Takato, we’re making plans to infiltrate Technowerx Headquarters,” she informed Takato airily. “Whatever plans this Jordan Burgess character has – or the digital form of him rather – we’ll definitely find some clue in his office.”
“When does this operation start?” Takato asked. “A few weeks or something?”
“Tomorrow,” Keyana said curtly. “We received Intel that Burgess is cleaning out a lot of his office files tomorrow under the guise of opening a new office - which he isn’t because there’s no record of him renting space.”
“Tomorrow!?” Takato exclaimed aghast. “How are you going to prepare in time?”
Keyana shrugged.
“We don’t know,” she said. “But no matter what happens, at eighteen hundred hours tomorrow, we’re going to be sneaking into Technowerx, all twelve of us.”
“Er ... twelve?” Takato said scratching his head. “You want me to come to? I thought I needed special training and all that junk.”
“Well, everyone knows how much you want to be a part of this,” Keyana said. “The only person who disagreed was Megs ... er Megabomb, but he disagrees to everything that doesn’t involve something blowup-able. Henry and Rika promised that they would give you a crash course in special operations- plus, Burgess only knows that there’s eleven of us. You’re our surprise ace card Mr. Matsuki.”
Takato looked at her lovingly.
“You badgered them into letting me come,” he said smiling slyly. “Didn’t you?”
“Um, yeah something like that,” Keyana said chuckling. “Plus, we don’t’ know anything about this ‘Digimon’ characters. We want to make it as small a variable as possible, so we need people with experience concerning them. You in?”
Takato chuckled and patted her on the shoulder.
“You know it,” he said with unbridled enthusiasm. “Whatever they need to teach me, I’ll do it if it means one last chance to ... you know-”
“Get the rush?” Keyana asked. Takato noticed that she was breating a little fast and heating up at the touch.
“Yeah, the rush.” and then Takato looked back up at the sky. “Hmmm, it’s a full moon tonight ... its really quite stunning-“
But before Takato could elaborate more on the view, Keyana leaned over and began kissing him even more passionately than before at Fortunado’s. She was so brawny in her effort to swallow him whole that she had him pressed up against the wall with seemingly no effort. She must work out ...
“Take me Takato,” she said breaking the kiss. Her face was sweaty and her breaths were coming in pants.
“Where did all of this come from?” Takato replied feeling her forehead. “Are you sick?”
Keyana shook her head.
“The moon makes us do crazy things,” she said smiling. “Its been five years since I last ... and you see, I have a bit of a problem with my sex drive. Sometimes, hormones rush through my body when I’m the slightest bit attracted to something ... I need you Takato ... five years is a ... long time. ”
“Er, I can imagine,” he said shakily. He hadn’t had sex in a few months, and that incident was one that he’d rather forget. “But ... two problems with that. First of all I don’t have a bed -”
“That’s alright,” Keyana panted running her hands unsteadily through Takato’s hair. “We can do it on the floor of the empty bedroom. Just lock the door ... nothing to fear but a little rugburn.”
Takato raised an eyebrow shocked at exactly how hot Keyana must have been.
“Um, right then,” he breathed. “But the other thing is that I don’t have a-”
“I keep spares in my pocketbook,” she said holding up her handbag. “Just in case ... I’m so tired of using my fingers-”
And before Takato could give his answer, she started to French kiss him once again and before he knew it, they were in the dark empty room again. Takato swiftly locked the door to the living room, and closed the shutters of the balcony doors. He then went to light some candles that were on the desk in the corner.
“Forget the luminosity junk,” Keyana panted. “Just strip and get the fuck over here you big lug. Hurry up, I can’t stand this much longer ...”
Takato blinked and suddenly became the world’s biggest nerd as he hastily tried to take off his pants. Unfortunately, his belt was having some kind of disagreement with his hardening penis, and wouldn’t let it go. He tugged, and tugged until-
CRASH!
He fell tripped over some invisible item and went tumbling into the balcony doors. The glass was shattered instantly and the cool breeze began to fill the room.
“SHIT!” Takato exclaimed. “That’s going to cost an arm and a
leg to fix- LITERALLY ... the landlord is going to kick my ass from here to
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
There was a knock at the door.
“What the hell was that?” came the voice of Agent Martin. “Is everything okay in there?”
Takato blushed deeply as he walked away from the door merely shaken up.
“Er ... yes,” he said thinking about the situation. Here we was about to have sex with a secret agent, and he had suddenly turned into the world’s biggest klutz. Thankfully, whoever it was went away.
“Er, Takato,” Keyana said worriedly and still short on breath. “Just come over here and sit down. I take care of the clothing.”
Takato still feeling a bit foolish sighed and made his way over to Keyana, sitting down on the rug unsure what is to happen next.
"Sorry for the mess," he said uneasily. He was starting to calm his nerves a bit more now.
Keyana smiled as she crawled slowly towards Takato, an unmistakable glint of lust in her eyes as all the built up tension of five years of forced abstinence is finally released, her hands suddenly darting out to Takato’s body, the fingertips sliding down his body to nimbly release the clasp of the belt that had given him so much trouble feeling. At this, Takato breathed in broken gasps, tensing a bit.
“Relax,” Keyana urged quietly. “And I’ll give you a little reward for being such a good boy.”
"You sure waste no time,” Takato laughed nervously. “Everything’s happening so fast-”
“Shhhhh,” Keyana hissed softly. “I just want you to be happy Takato.”
“But,” Takato began amazed he could still think straight. “If we do this right here, and right now Keyana, you know what that means don’t you? We’re going to obviously be more than friends. Sex is a bond that you can’t break.”
Keyana smiled.
“Ever since I met you Takato,” she said. “I’ve felt a lot less stressed out. You know, it’s weird; I’ve never found someone who I liked so much who I had so little in common with. Its almost like ... I don’t know ... a refreshing breath of fresh air. When you’re Thunderground, you’re Thunderground for life. We’ve seen nothing BUT each other in any friendly capacity for twenty-one years ... its nice to meet someone who isn’t so abnormal like yourself. You may hate what you’ve become Takato, but your very normalcy is so comforting that ... maybe we’re meant for each other. The warrior and the ex-warrior ...”
Now it was Takato’s turn to smile.
“I sure hope so Keyana,” he said. “Alright, go ahead ...”
“I don’t need an invitation,” she laughed and soon quieted to a smirk as she leant closer to him, her face inches from his and her ebony skin seeming to radiate the heat of her desire, her hands moving to release the button of his shorts, already feeling the strain on the pants from within as she just looked at him with unbridled lust and a seductive smile.
“No turning back now,” Takato asked, now beginning to perspire. “Huh?”
“Nope,” Keyana replied. She then proceeded to run the very tip of her index finger across the head of Takato’s penis through his pants making him shiver and breathe heavily. He began to feel something almost like electricity pulsing through him and it was as if every door within him, every barricade on his emotions and sensory nerves had been released at once. He became harder to the touch, which only lasted a millisecond before Keyana removed her finger and Takato felt a need to be touched again.
Keyana lowered her gaze down his body, her eyes darting quickly over the Metalica t-shirt, past the hem and resting on the bulge in the front of his pants as she slowly slide the zipper down, relishing the moment as she releases her 'prize' from its cloth prison. Once again, Takato had that feeling like a tsunami had briefly been released from inside him, but the second Keyana removed her hands he felt that very same storm within him He felt his insecurities and inhibitions suddenly fly out of the window, and primal instinct taking over. It was no longer about what he wanted but about what he needed.
"P-please suck it,” he suddenly gasped shocked at the bluntness of his words. “It’s been a long time since I've had a girl done that ..."
Keyana smiled and nodded, her heat driving her to do whatever it takes to please both of them as she lowered her head eagerly to the stiff, throbbing rod jutting from the opening of Takato's clothes, parting her lips to unleash one silent but humid breath down the shaft as she slowly kissed the head of his sex.
"Ugh,” Takato gasped, and his thoughts started to become jumble and distorted, resulting in him not being able to keep a stable train of thought. “God that feels good ... I never knew how much ..."
But he didn’t finish his sentence for he was unable to. He simply threw his head back with his eyes clamped shut to fully enjoy his gift. Keyana, on the other hand, was hard at work as she slowly slipped his throbbing rod into the warm wetness of her mouth, sealing her lips around the head and savoring the sensual chill it sends down her spine as she began to suckle lightly on the shaft, her tongue darting around his head and lashing its way down the shaft as she continues. Takato started breathing a bit more heavily as he puts his hand atop Keyana's head running his fingers through her hair unsteadily.
"It’s good,” he kept repeating mindlessly. “It’s feels so good ..."
Keyana moaned onto his dick as she slid her head up and down its length, the feeling of him in her mouth causing the wetness between her own legs to expand, starting to softly whimper as she continues her treatment, not wanting to stop but longing for Takato's touch, savoring what she can as he caresses the back of her head but yearning for more. Takato started bucking his hips, completely lost in an endless void of ecstasy. His eyes were clenched shut so tightly small tears have been forced out of the corner of his eyes, but only mere droplets.
Keyana then began to release strained moans as she bobbed faster on his sex, her lips sealing and sucking his shaft with every retraction as her tounge lashed it from within, suddenly pulling her head without warning off of him.
POP!
Takato opened his eyes with a disappointed groan like someone who had just been woken up in the middle of a really good dream. Keyana was looking up at him with a strained whimper.
"T-takato... i need you now!"
Takato looked a bit disappointed at first, but feels a deeper more demanding passion burning within him as he feels another tsunami building up within him, waiting to be released. He gave one last moan, and nods.
“Leave the dress on,” he said authoritatively with the same controlling voice he used years ago. “Move your panties to the side ... leave the shoes on too ..."
Takato’s kinky suggestion and the way he barked the command to her got her juices flowing even more. It was bliss. She nodded and immediately crawled atop Takato, positioning her waist just above his and pressing the palms of her hands to his shoulders, pushing him down on his back as she removes one hand to slide under the red dress, doing as he asked and pulling aside the already damp panties, holding their moist warmth just inches from the bobbing head of his saliva sickened member.
She suddenly whimpered as she remembered something, moving her body off of Takato for a moment and looked down at him regretfully.
"I... hold on, a sec..." she said and quickly moved toward her purse, rifling quickly through her pocketbook and pulling out a small package, removing the wrapper and placing a small rubber disk atop the head of her soon to be lover’s penis, slowly rolling the latex down his shaft until it reaches the base of his balls, smiling at him as her fingers glide over the shaft.
“Heh,” Takato said, amazed at this woman. “Almost forgot.”
His partner giggled and crawled up his body once more, almost purring in anticipation, sliding her hands up his sides and chest, caressing him through the shirt. As she did so, holding her body once more his latex coated sex, her own vagina, now exposed, was literally dripping with moisture. It was then Takato felt one single drop of lubrication strike his throbbing penis head.
“Do it,” he said, driven over the edge, and preparing for what was to come, closing his brown eyes. “Now!”
Keyana closed her eyes as well, holding for an instant that seemed to last for an eternity as she savored the moment, before suddenly thrusting her hips down, impaling herself with a shriek of pleasure on his rod, feeling it slid easily into her pussy and fill her body with a warmth and passion unrivaled by any other.
“Ugh!” Takato grunted loudly, sitting up. “Oh God ... I never get used to that part.”
Takato stopped talking immediately again as he allowed his head to fall back to the ground. Keyana moaned, her chest heaving as she panted slightly, resting with all but the last inch or two of Takato's shaft inside of her, suddenly lowering her upper body and pressing herself tightly to him, her lips finding his and locking in passionate embrace. In return, Takato moaned softly in Keyana's mouth feeling as though a great upheaval within him has been all but calmed. He allowed his tongue to explore her mouth as he felt connected with her in more ways than one.
“Mmmm,” they both hummed in total elation, and then Keyana began to move a little bit grinding on Takato’s imperceptible manhood causing him to break the kiss ins surprise.
“M-more,” was all that he could say. “More!”
Keyana let out a soft moan of pleasure as the kiss broke, her breath coming in shallow pants as she slowly eased off of him once more, only to quickly thrust his shaft once more into the tight wetness of her sex, her hand on his shoulder gripping and releasing tightly as she begins a steady rhythm of this.
“K-Keyana,” Takato said, his teeth chattering. “Q-quiet, or they’ll hear us. They’re right in the other room!”
“Fuck them,” Keyana growled as she continued thrusting herself on and off of Takato feeling her release on the horizon. “I’m going to cum Takato ...”
This information seemed to drive Takato even further off the edge. It was as if all the sexual energy that had been spread out to every point of his body suddenly centered inself in his scrotum and then made its way up his shaft until...
“Ugh!” Takato growled with animalistic intensity as he felt thick creamy jolts of his semen sprout from his urethra flooding the condom Keyana had provided. Feeling the warmth of Takato’s discharge just behind the latex walls of the condom was just enough to do the same for Keyana as she began convulsing madly, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Her nails gripped Takato with such force that it ripped a bit of his skin.
“Oh god ...” was the prelude to her pleasurable hiss to follow. “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
Her orgasmic pleasure was such that it caused her to fall backwards limply off of the now white condom beneath her with another POP! She took a while to absorb the shockwaves of her climax, curled up slightly in maternal position sniffing in the same fashion one would if they had just gotten finished crying. A few seconds later she got to her knees and waddled over to Takato who was enjoying his own sexual satisfaction in a much more quiet way, starring up at the ceiling.
He sat up as Keyana began to slip his filled condom off not spilling a single drop. She held it upside down starring at the warm liquid within as Takato watched mystified. Then, without warning, she flipped it upside down and swallowed the entire load with one quick gulp.
For a long time, Takato didn’t say anything as Keyana made herself presentable again, replacing her undergarments and using a few large toilettes from her purse to clean up her lubrication and perspiration.
“Y-you are ... amazing!” Takato finally said, and received a wink from her. “How did you swallow that thing? Is that healthy?”
Keyana smiled.
“Actually, human semen is mostly protein,” she said matter-of-factly. “Its actually pretty healthy. Some porn stars actually diet on it to keep nice and slim. They eat nothing but cum all day every day.”
And she winked again slipping the condom into a small plastic baggie and putting it in a hidden compartment of her bag. Afterwards, Takato went about fixing himself up as well.
Meanwhile, a solemn Agent Katou pulled her ear from the door with a look of terror in her eyes.