A Poison Ivy a Day…
"A-are you sure about this, Palmon?" Mimi asked nervously, her slight frame trembling in the air.
"Don't worry, you'll like it. Trust me!" As she said this, Palmon was double checking the chains that were suspending her trainer in the air.
The scene was like this: Palmon had persuaded Mimi to try something new, something pleasurable. So, today she had chained Mimi to a large stone slab in the middle of the desert, but made sure to do so at night, so she wouldn't burn painfully. She had done so after getting Mimi naked, the part that made her nervous in the first place. In fact, Mimi was wondering how the hell she had agreed to this in the first place.
"Ok, Mimi, it's time!" Palmon shouted, interrupting her thoughts. Right after finishing her sentence, she used her tendrils to extend to her trainer. She entered her in as many places as possible, filling her mouth, her anus, and her love mound simultaneously with her long fingers. Her trainer made a muffle scream, unable to contain herself in the sudden ecstasy. She began extending and contracting the tendrils, sliding them in and out of Mimi's every orifice, rubbing her nipples and breasts with whatever tendrils were free, attempting to put Mimi at the height of her arousal. The movement was nearly unbearable for Mimi, the pleasure overloading her senses. Her breath came in short, quick wisps, her body moving in conjunction with the tendrils, doing anything she could to make herself feel even better. Eventually, when the feelings had nearly caused her to pass out, she took one last ragged breath, and sent a stream of sex honey down Palmon's long finger.
Still breathing heavily, Mimi looked glassily into her Digimon's eyes. "Let's do that again!"