Digimon Story: Rainbow Traverse -- Chp 24

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Despite his initial horror, he began to laugh as well. (“Huh, you did?”)

Hearing Ike’s voice, he would then softly give her a pat to the rear as he looked up the stairs

“Oh hey man! I’m just.. really sore and beat up and wanted to see if you were willing to help me relax.”

The indigo blue of Ike's bandana proved a stark contrast to his face as it turned a neon pink.

"W-wh-what?!" he asked, gripping the stairway banister.

Chuckling, Renee pressed herself against Al's body. "That's right," she said. "We've decided that, after giving it some thought, we'd be open to a nice, relaxing three-way."

Ike must have been training with Gargoylemon, because the tamer had become a living statue, his jaw threatening to hit the floor. In his silence, the image of a text conversation filled Alemana's mind:

++Ike! Babe! Get your sweet ass to my place ASAP! It's an emergency!++

("I considered using hearts and peach emojis,") thought Renee. ("But thought it'd be too on the nose.")

"Y-you fuckin' ass!" said Ike, his brain having rebooted. "What the hell! I thought you guys were in trouble or some shit! You telling me this was just a booty call?!"

Any seriousness in his voice was hamstrung by the fact the platinum blond was busy tugging his shirt down over his crotch.

Al’s blush became a full on full neck swathe of cinnamon as he realized what she had been plotting.. and he gave her thigh a quick swat (“So that’s what you were doing on my phone! You cheeky lioness..”) he mentally grumbled.. though Renee could see that he didn’t hate that idea at all.

“Sorry! I just.. she just sprung the question on me and I .. well you gotta admit it’s a hot idea ..!”

"Hey boss," called Gazimon from the top of the stairs. "If yous gonna bump uglies, mind not doin' it in the den? Was hopin' to watch TV."

"Sh-shut up!"

Meanwhile, Renee slipped her hand beneath Al's pants, teasing at his bulge. ("Technically it's our phone, since I can't use your digivice,") she thought, smiling as she gave him the side-eye.

“Weren’t planning on it Gazi.” Al said with a nervous laugh as he glanced up at Ike

“Well.. what do you say, babe?” He asked him as he had one arm draped around Renee

(Pfft.. whatever hon.”) came his playful reply

Ike clenched his jaw, his hand balling into a fist. "...Goddammit, fine!" he said.

...

The bedroom door was closed. If one listened hard enough, they could hear the sports channel playing downstairs. But that's not what Ike was focused on. Alone with Renee and Alemana, the blond tamer folded his arms, his expression... pensive?

"It's alright, Ike," said Renee. "We know we're both a little tall for you."

"That's not it!" he snapped. Sighing, he let his arms drop to his sides. "It's just, I've never done it with two people before, much less with a girl."

Al would softly nudge his shoulder “Renee can be other things too, if that’ll make you more comfortable Ike.”

On cue, Renee's disguise was wreathed in foxfire, burning away her clothes to reveal a very familiar package between her legs.

Downstairs, Gazimon's ears perked as Ike screamed at a level that only dogs could hear, the Samoan's nose bleeding something fierce.

"Too much~?" asked Renee, the now pseudo-trans 'shifter chuckling as she stroked her replica of Al's meat.

Al was also taken completely off guard at that edition, and he gave a whistle “Okay.. this is definitely out there! But I don’t hate it.” And he looked at Ike “…And I really don’t think Ike hates this idea either~” he joked.

"Fuck you guys," the Samoan mumbled.

Renee winked. "I believe that's your job now, handsome." Pulling lube from the nightstand drawer, she proceeded to make a show of rubbing it into her shaft. She cooed as the cool liquid touched her, stroking it with the ball of her thumb, the shaft swelling in her grasp.

An audible gulp came from Ike.

"Mmmh, careful," said Renee. "Keep staring at it, and it'll wanna say hello..."

"Just... just gimme the damn bottle," he said, pulling down his shorts.

Handing the lube over, Renee then turned her head to Al. "Don't think I've forgotten about you," she said, wrapping her free hand around his waist.

It was definitely different, seeing Renee lube up what was essentially a paler replica of his own dick.. but much like Ike he found himself a mite bit breathless. When she said that she hadn’t forgotten him, a nervous smile crossed his face. “Like I would let you forget me anyway, alopeke.” He said in a teasing manner as his hand would softly grasp her thigh almost possessively as his eyes trailed back to Ike.

The Samoan had stripped from the waist down, tossing his pants to the side before rubbing lubricant between his now exposed cheeks. Meanwhile, Renee, seizing her chance, rose her hand up to grab the back of Al's head. Closing in, she crushing her lips against the athlete's, taking a deep breath as she hummed low and soft within him. ("How's my hero doing?") she thought, pressing her bosom against him. ("Ready to blow off steam?")

Al had been about to take off his own pants when she pulled him in for several kisses, breaking off his train of thought as he just went with the flow. (“Well I’m — you can feel me.”) he joked, his pulse quickening as he felt her member press against the crotch of his pants and the bulge beneath them . (“we’ve only been talking about this for months.. so yeah~”)

Before Al could even finish his thought, the athlete felt hands as they pulled away at the fabric over his loins. Glancing down, he saw Ike on his hands and knees, nuzzling his face against the bulge in Al's underwear. The Samoan pressed his nose in, breathing deep of his fellow tamer's scent, a faint mewl escaping him as he blushed.

Renee took that moment to break from the kiss, a smirk on her face as she licked her lips. Already, her meat was at full mast, bouncing in the air as she sauntered behind Ike. The shorter human quivered the moment the glistening cock tapped against his side of his exposed rear, but if he had second thoughts, it didn't show. He was too busy nipping at the tip of the genuine article.

"Ready~?" asked Renee, guiding, teasing her shaft around Ike's rim. The blond tamer's breath hitched, eyes half-lidden as he pushed his face deeper into Al's bulge. Suddenly, his eyes screwed shut, his back arching inward as Renee plunged herself deep between his cheeks. Through their link, Al felt his partner's own shock as though he were penetrating Ike. The familiar tight warmth, the long, welcoming depth. Biting her lip, Renee threw her head back as she put her hands to Ike's hips, and pumped.

("F-f-fuck,") she thought, her inner voice shuddering. ("So that's how it f-feels...!")

When did Ike get there? He had been so distracted by Renee he hadn’t even realized that the blond had gotten right up on him, and he bit his lip as Ikr began rubbing his face all over his groin.. manhood straining against the confines of his underwear. Watching as his partner moved behind the dick focused boy he would slowly tug that final barrier down his legs slowly.. gasping as he nipped at the crown of his cock “hey-“

He then felt his knees weaken as Renee made her plunge, and he couldn’t help but shudder at thr feedback

(“See why I like fucking him so much~?”)