Digimon Story: Rainbow Traverse -- Chp 16

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7:30, bright and early. That's what Noa told Al after knocking on the teen's door and peeking inside. This time, Al was alone in bed, though he hadn't been the night before. It was always like this come study dates. The vulpine would leave early in case Malie's parents dropped her off at the clubhouse early -- it's happened before.

And what a clubhouse it was. The level of work that had gone into building a place for Renamon's cover identity? It was something only Eyesmon and Vivi truly knew. The place itself was an apartment refurbished and paid for by Eyes, little more than a theater set that no one lived in or cared about. With a couple of homey touches and some elbow grease, though, it became the group's clubhouse under the watchful auspices of Mrs. Lune and her daughter Renee. It was also where Renamon kept her collection of clothes -- couldn't have Al's parents finding womenswear in his closet. Too many questions.

And on that rainy Thursday, Al didn't even need to knock on the door. The moment he got within a foot of the threshold, it opened up onto a vision.

[Alright, describe Ms. Lune ]

Al  would groan as he was woken up, and he would see that Renamon had indeed gotten up and out of the house to ensure the charade stood strong. Sleepily washing and getting dressed, he would catch a quick breakfast before taking the drive to their clubhouse. It wasn’t terribly far, only a 15 minute drive from the house. So once he climbed up the stairs and passed a few of the other sleepy tenants as they got up to go to work or school or what-have-them.. he would then be met face to face with his “Tutor”.

This disguise wasn’t too far off the mark from Renee if one was to be completely honest: just about twenty years older and with hair that was more brown than blond.. but the “family” resemblance was unmistakable. Where she differed the most as physique- she was softer and more matronly, but no less.. blessed than the Renee persona. Today she was dressed in a simple blouse and black pants: stern  but not overwhelming. What really stood out though, was the pair of almost ostentatious rose lensed sun glasses.

“Well hello there ‘Ms. Lune’.” Al said with a respectful warmth in his voice. “I’m here for the study date?”

"Sonson," said the shapeshifter, nodding to the teen. "Right on time. Ms. Kalama's already here, the others should be arriving shortly." Stepping aside, she gestured Al inside before closing the door behind him.

The clubhouse was small. A common room with open kitchen, two bedrooms and one bathroom. All the furniture was basic or taken from the Ike's family pawnshop, with Eyesmon masquerading better furnishings the rare times anyone outside the group came knocking. Even so, the acoustics were good. Al could barely hear the rain at all as it pattered against the window.

"Ready for another study session~?" Lune asked behind the teen. Looking over his shoulder, however, he found not Lune but Renamon standing behind him, sunglasses, lingerie and the motherly teats they copped all that remained of her disguise.

“Thank you, Mrs. Lune.” Al said with a smile as he stepped inside and would let out a sigh as the door closed. He was just in the middle of taking off his jacket when he heard her question.. but when he turned to answer her he nearly choked when he saw her in that sexy lingerie.. and he noticed that she plumped her chest up.

“..Hell yes!”

"Mhmmm, that's my Sonson~" she mused, making a show of licking a fang. Her voice then echoed in his mind as she guided him towards one of the bedrooms. ("Malie and Kukui are sleeping in the spare room. Let's see if you've been practicing those stealth tricks I taught you.")

A spartan bedroom with carpeted flooring greeted Al as he walked in. He could already hear his partner locking the door behind them as they tapped on his tush.

"You've been working so hard," she said aloud, nestling the tip of her sunglasses between her teeth as she watched the teen climb onto the bed. "Think you can handle a little extra credit~?"

And his face would darken as he then followed her to the other bedroom. (“Oh she is? Well then I hope she isn’t faking-“) he said to her. And once in the room.. he gave a soft laugh as she pat his backside as he then climbed up onto the bed.. and he would chuckle “Oh if extra credit is on the table, I’d be stupid to say no~” he teased.. resting against the headboard of the bed as he waited for her to join him.

Without a sound to her steps, the vulpine approached her tamer, silver-blue eyes half-lidded as they stared deep into his. "Well then," she whispered lowly. Al could feel her paw on his crotch. "If you're sure," He heard button come undone, Renamon's voice hiding the sound of the zipper coming undone. "Then I'd be remiss not to tell you," Her lips were almost upon him.

"To pace yourself."

Her baited breath was sweet and gentle as it caressed Al's face, leaving him open to the vulpine pressing into him with a kiss. Her murmuring sounded within his mouth as she pulled a coiled claw between her breasts. Smiling, she broke off from Al, slow and steady, pulling down on her bra just enough to draw his eye to what was being held back.

Al didn’t dare interrupt her as she climbed up with him .. and his eyes were glued to her every move. And as her buttons and zippers came undone he felt his pulse quicken. “Pacing.. is this going to be on the test?” He asked.. eyes now following her paw. He didn’t say it.. but Renamon could smell and see his building arousal “I’m ready to learn..~”

"That's what I like to hear," she mused. Letting her head fall back, she cooed as her free paw found its way around Al's groin. She gave him a slow wink as she fondled him easing her way onto him, even as her lingerie kept his manhood from getting inside her. For now. Teasing him, she wrapped a hand behind the tamer's head, cradling him as she lowered her bosom onto his face.

Maybe it was due to what happened last night.. maybe it was the thrill that Malie of all people was just in the other room and could wake up any minute and catch them- but he was like putty in her hands- and he would kiss in between her breasts and pressed his crotch into her paw “So.. what else  is gonna .. be on the.. on the test?” He asked between kisses… glancing up at her.

Renamon crooned, squeezing Al's shaft as it began to extend. "R-r-r-resource--" she huffed. "M-management...!"

The vulpine pulled away her paw from Al's loins, using it to set her rose-tinted glasses on the nightstand before crushing the sides of her breasts against Al's head. She crooned from the neural feedback it gave, and from her, Al could feel how her whole upper-body became electrified.

That feedback loop was something that never failed to cause his own body to catch fire, and he would gasp against her pale fur as he ground against her crotch even harder “What do you mean.. resources..~?” He asked.. struggling to kiss up her neck

"Mmm, whatever's... on hand," she cooed, leaning into the teen's touch. Again she pumped his shaft, squeezing it between her digits as she pulled up, only to ease out as she pulled down. Squeeze up, push down. Repeat. "But if push comes to sh-sho-ho-hove," she whispered. "Don't be afraid to liquidate your... assets..."

Tugging on the back of Al's head, the vulpine dove in for another kiss, her tongue teasing as the tip of his. Her breathing was light, yet somehow made her bosom rise and fall like the tide. She crooned within him, Al feeling it reverberate within his lungs.

Al would shiver as his fingers sunk into hee fur.. and he would laugh breathlessly as she pumped his member more and more enthusiastically.. and he would kiss up to her neck and kissing along her ear. “Then.. let’s.. lets.. start loading you up~”

Al could feel the struggle within his partner. The desire to go all the way clashing against the want of restraint for a grander, more powerful climax.

The vulpine closed her eyes. Pulling her knees up either side of Al, she lowered her rear-cheeks -- had they gotten bigger? -- till they wrapped around the Hawaiian's cock. She followed the length through her sense of touch, till Al could feel the tip press against warm, soft, folded flesh of Renamon's backdoor.

("I may have come prepared,") she said in his mind, turning her head to one side as she edged herself downward. Ever inch came with a silent gasp; soft and lighter than a cloud. When it was deep enough that her paws were no longer needed, she threw them behind her head, letting the bounce of her descent make dance her breasts. More so, to finish unbinding her bra, letting Al take in her full glory.