I have to say this, so here goes:

            Anyone under the age of 18 may not read this story for legal purposes beyond my  control. You may also not want to read this if you are offended by hentai or sex.

            Okay, on to the story.

 

Captive

 

            Flamedramon painfully opened his eyes. How long had it been? It felt like he had passed out for days. It was pitch‑black all around him with a dry air surrounding him. There was a small draft coming from a doorway somewhere. He tried to sit up but felt the burning sensation of his deep wounds in his sides. He fell back onto the soft bed. It was mainly just cushions and blankets, no real matress. He felt the soft sheets fully because his armor had been removed.

            "I was beginning to worry if you'd ever wake up." Flamedramon twitched at the sound of another presence in the room. The voice was dark, with a hint of an English accent. Flamedramon peered through the darkness and saw the faint silhoutte of a tall Digimon.

            "Who... are you?" Flamedramon asked in a raspy voice.

            "All in good time." The figure walked across the room and light a near‑by latern. The room filled with dim light. Flamedramon found himself lying in the middled of a fairly large tent. He looked towards the latern just in time to see the unknown Digimon extinguish the match he used.

            It was a Griffmon. Flamedramon knew that he was fucked now. The Griffmon and the Digidestined were not the best of allies. The Griffmon disapproved of the Digidestoned's "meddling behavior in affairs that do not concern them." They seemed to hold a resentment towards them. Griffmon were peaceful champion‑level Digimon that mainly didn't bother anyone if they didn't have to. But this unexpected visit from the Digidestined certainly gave them something to bother about.

            Flamedramon remembered the  brutal fight between the two armys. The Digidestined were outnumbered four to ten thousand. Seeing that Davis was in deep trouble, Flamedramon held off the growing numbers of airborn Digimon to allow the others to escape. This, of course, was a great sacrifice for Flamedramon seeing as he had no way of escaping the razor‑sharp talons of the Griffmon.

            Griffmon are roughly between six and seven feet tall and resemble large falcons. Their hands and feet are identicle except the hands are equipped with opposable thumbs. Sharp talons are present on the toes and fingers. The head rempresents a great falcon, serious eyes, curved beak, and calico colored feathers of white and dark. Dark brown to pitch‑black feathers are the norm for their feathery suits. They are also provided with large wings on their backs, which are neatly folded when not in flight. They have an average wingspan of eight to ten feet when in flight but the wings shrink to a small four‑by six feet when folded and become very flat.

            This Griffmon was avereaged sized, about his height and weight, and had black body feathers. His head was coated in white plumage. Flamedramon found this new roommate to be quite handsom with his feathers neatly trimmed and unruffled.

            "Thirsty?" The Griffmon asked.

            "Very." Flamedramon admitted. The Griffmon went over to a table and poured a glass of water from a beautifully crafted jug. He walked back over to Flamedramon and put the glass to his lips, pouring the water down his throat. He pulled the water away after Flamedramon had finished and set it next to the bed. They looked at each other for a moment. Flamedramon saw deep into the Griffmon's eyes.

            "What's your name?" He asked.

            "Gyr. And yours? I never was too familiar with any of you Digidestined. You're all the same to me."

            "Flamedramon."

            "Well, Flamedramon, you have interfered with an important ritual of my people, tried to ambush us, and are no doubt aware that you have been taken prisoner."

            "Ambush!" Flamedramon sat up, which was a huge mistake as he fell back, "We were on a peaceful mission for a peace treaty when we were attacked by an entire army!"

            "Spare me your excuses. When you are well enough, you shall leave my people's city and never return. Otherwise, you might not find us to be as hospitable next time." Gyr looked at Flamedramon. They stared at each other again for a moment. Flamedramon was more curious than cross as to why the Griffmon was looking at him so oddly.

            "Is there... something on my face?" He asked.

            "No..." Gyr leaned forward, "It's just I've never met a Digimon quite as hansom as you are." Flamedramon felt fairly surprised by the answer, yet strangly flattered. He was even more surprised when Gyr leaned closer and pressed his beak to Flamedramon's muzzle. Their eyes closed in simotanious pleasure. The Griffmon's short tongue licked in and out of Flamedramon's mouth. As he pulled away, Flamedramon chuckled.

            "Is this how you treat all your guests? Bash them up then make love to them?"

            "Only with ones I like." Gyr replied, softly rubbing Flamedramon's stomach. They connect with another brief kiss before Gyr slid on top of Flamedramon. His feathers rubbed gingerly against Flamedramon's reptilian skin, making him shudder. He sucked softly on Flamedramon's ear and nipped it. Flamedramon returned by gently stroking Gyr's back. The two cuddled for a little while longer before Gyr placed his hand against Flamedramon's crotch and hidden sheath.

            Flamedramon gasped as he felt himself straddle the line between gutwrenching pleasure and a scar he wouldn't soon forget. Gyr knew his way around a Digimon's body and knew just the amount of pleasure that should be applied to make that Digimon sexually excited beyond their wildest imagination. And he was doing just that to Flamedramon.

            "Uhhg!" He gave off a low growl as he closed his eyes to Gyr's pleasuring touch. Flamedramon reached down under Gyr's tail and lightly grasped onto the Griffmon's firm buttocks for some support. Gyr gave off a small growl as his eyes half‑closed.

            "Let me guess... the other Griffmon didn't take me prisoner... only... you did. They don't even know I'm here." Flamedramon chuckled and groaned.

            "No, they know you're here, they just don't know what we're... doing." Gyr pushed a little harder on Flamedramon's sheath, scratching it passionately. Flamedramon let out a primalistic grunt as his member slid into view. Immediately, Gyr grabbed it and stroked Flamedramon's erection. He, in turn, reached up to cup Gyr's feathery crotch, trying to ebb his penis to show.

            "Good..." Gyr hissed, "I won't be doing all the work."

            "I wouldn't let you have all the fun." Flamedramon leaned up and gently nipped Gyr's neck. Gyr returned with a harsh jerk of Flamedramon's penis.

            "AH! Hey, I only have one, you know." He smiled.

            "Sorry, I didn't know you were so tender." He dug his talons lightly into the hardening erection. Flamedramon gave a small squeel of delight. He pulled away from the dragon's grip and positioned himself between his blue companion's legs. His short tongue traveled up and down Flamedramon's erect shaft. This resulted in a loud groan and an involentary thrust from the blue Digimon.

            "You're excited easily."

            "I've never had... such pleasureful feelings... before." Flamedramon admitted as he struggled to hold back his primal instincts.

            "How do my... feathers..." Gyr rubbed his feathery cheek against Flamedramon's erection, "Feel against your throbbing member?"

            "Wonderful!" Flamedramon exhaled violently.

            "Then how about this?" The black and white Griffon opened his beak and completely swallowed Flamedramon's swollen prick. The firey Digimon was taken by surprise at this action. He sat up sharply, ignoring his pain, and gripped Gyr's head.

            "Guhh! What a feeling!" He moaned. Gyr grinned as he slowly licked and sucked at his blue companion's stiff rod. He pulled his head back untill his beak was teasing the head of Flamedramon's penis then slowly pushed all of his throbbing meat back down his throat. Flamedramon took this pleasure with great amounts of moaning and groaning.

            Flamedramon could barely hold back blowing his load into the Griffmon's awaiting beak. Only a trickle leaked out a first, but soon Flamedramon was thrusting his hips wildly as he unloaded into Gyr. The Griffmon aceepted the tastey juices being presented to him and sucked them up immediately. After finishing the last of Flamedramon's love fluid, Gyr climbed on top of the panting dragon.

            "Ohhh..." Flamedramon sighed, "That was great."

            "We're not finished yet." The Griffmon smiled. Flamedramon got the point and smiled too. During the session of oral pleasure, Gyr took the liberty of dropping his own member and it was now ready for action. He lifted Flamedramon's legs and positioned himself right at the blue dragon's tail hole.

            "Mmm, put it in..." Flamedramon whispered, egging the Griffmon on. Gyr smiled and licked his fingers, drenching them in his saliva. He poked them into Flamedramon's tight hole, rotating them around inside of his rectum and lubricating him.

            "Nice and slick." Gyr leaned forward and licked Flamedramon's cheast. He slowly pushed his engorged cock into Flamedramon's tightness. Both parties exchanged loud moans as they felt each other. Gyr got a better hold on the blue dragon's legs and pumped into him faster.

            "Gaaaahhhh..." Flamedramon groaned and gave a sultry look at Gyr.

            "Shh, do you want the entire town to hear?" The Griffmon silenced him with his beak. He lowered one of Flamedramon's legs  and used his free hand to rub and massage the blue Digimon's throbbing meat. They pleasured each other in amazing proportions as Gyr pushed ever deeper into Flamedramon's hole.

            "Fuck... it's so good... I can't hold back!" He admitted with a soft grunt.

            "Neither... can I..." Gyr returned, burying his monhood as far as he could into the dragon. They hugged close as lust raged out of control. Flamedramon gently nipped Gyr's shoulder as the Griffmon dug his talons lightly into his back. Flamedramon felt this and gave a short cry, only to be silenced again by a deep kiss from Gyr.

            After what seemed like hours, Gyr and Flamedramon crashed back to the cusioned bed, labeling each other wiht thousands of kisses. Gyr's hips still moved in a slow and steady movement as he finished off into Flamedramon's rectum. He also brought up his hand and fed some of Flamedramon's own cum to him. He slurped it up for a second before allowing Gyr a second taste.

            Flamdramon and his calico companion kissed softly and looked into each other's eyes. Flamedramon felt the need to say something he thought he would never say and mean.

            "Gyr... I love you..." He whispered. The Griffmon was taken by surprise by this deep relavation.

            "Flamedramon! Uh..." He shook his head.

            "No, please." Flamedramon clutched to him tightly, "I'm in love with you and... and I don't know what I can do about it..." Gyr looked into his hansom, crimson eyes.

            "I love you too, Flamedramon. But... I'm not sure the other Griffmon would appriciate... our views."

            "Then we could have a relationship in private." Flamedramon kissed Gyr's feathered cheek.

            "Well..."

            "I want you, Gyr." He interrupted, holding his head close to his, "Please, don't reject me." Gyr looked at him for a moment, then gave a small grin. Flamedramon returned it and they exchanged one more kiss before falling asleep in each other's arms.

 

            Flamedramon stood in front of the population of Griffmomn, staring perpetually at the ground.

            "We have given you shelter for an entire week." A golden feathered Griffmon said, "Now you will leave us in peace and never return." Flamedramon searched the crowd with his eyes. No sign of Gyr. He sighed and bowed to the crowd.

            "Thank you for your hospitality, I can only hope we can better friends in the future." He turned around and left, not lookign back. After a while of walking he stopped.

            "He... never even said good‑bye..." Flamedramon bowed his head.

            "That's because I didn't need to." A voice came from above him. He looked up to see Gyr float down to him.

            "But... what about your home?" Flamedramon stuttered.

            "I can't live in a place where they condemn our love." Gyr stroked Flamedramon's cheek. The firey Digimon removed his helmet and the two kissed passionately.

            "I would never choose to leave your side." Gyr whispered, wrapping his arms around Flamedramon's waist.

            "Nor would I." Flamedramon murmured. They kissed once more then went off into the forest, together.

Written by: Trillermon

 

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