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The Keeper of Worlds) Let's do a headcount here, shall we? The story revolves around Angewomon/LadyDevimon, that's one pairing. Now, with the immortal Tamers from day 03, that's fifty more (twenty-five two-person, twenty-five threesome permutations, and not counting the 125 foursome/ 6 fivesome / 1 sixsome permutations) among those six. Now with this chapter, we get Lilithmon/Lucemon, Lilithmon/any other Demon Lord, and Lilithmon/Ophanimon (hinted), for a grand total of thirty-eight pairings in three chapters... You seriously want me to add the 02/Frontier casts?
Are you getting the feeling that this was a horrible, poorly thought-out request? Zero Slash One agrees. You'll definitely get your wish, though.
Deadman Infinite) Mission accomplished.
Lucemon gave an inquisitive look to Lilithmon, who was in the company of a NeoDevimon, a LadyDevimon and a Myotismon, wondering what she was intending to do with the three Digimon that seemed conspicuously like some subjects from his regeneration experiments several months backs.
"Care to inform me what you are planning, Lilithmon?" Lucemon asked.
"Consider it a surprise visit for the Great Angels," Lilithmon offhandedly spoke, alarming Lucemon slightly, as he briefly wondered whether she'd forgotten the agreements they had with them, regarding the sanctity of their respective territories. Lilithmon noted the slight, almost imperceptible, twitch in Lucemon's expression. "I remember the agreement full well. However, this is a formal visit, not an invasion. Perfectly permissible, I assume?"
Lucemon wasn't altogether convinced by her response, as exploiting loopholes rarely turned out well. "And if this should fail?"
"Now really, Lucemon," Lilithmon chuckled heartily. "Don't act as though you care for anything I can provide you, other than carnal gratification."
"Touche," Lucemon replied, unsurprised and pleased to see a concupiscent smirk grace Lilithmon's lips, as she turned to the other three.
"This excursion has been postponed for a few hours," She told the NeoDevimon, LadyDevimon and Myotismon. They left the area wordlessly, the umbral darkness pulsating where they had once been.
Lucemon slowly removed his toga, and the nude boy-like angel floated. While removing her garments, exposing her perfectly spherical, formidably-large breasts and already sopping-wet snatch to the fallen angel, the demoness noted with dismay that he wasn't especially well-endowed; his length was barely the length of her fingernail in its limp and flaccid state, and even fully erect he only gained an inch or two.
Regardless, they began their session. Much to Lilithmon's surprise, not even a minute had passed before Lucemon gave several throaty groans, about ready to cum. Indeed, Lilithmon was starting to feel aroused herself, though nowhere near her limits. As if in response, the young angel Digivolved to his Ultimate level. Lilithmon groaned in mixed annoyance, pleasure and pain, mentally and physically bracing herself for the mind-blowing amounts of pleasure she was about to receive.
She grumbled in mild discomfort as his cock spontaneously expanded; what had previously been barely the size of a finger was now large enough to force her womanhood open wider than Lilithmon almost could cope with, the tip of his rock-hard dick rubbing up against her cervix.
Almost, she smirked as the pace of his thrusts quickened in pace with his moans. Giving a final, forceful thrust, Lucemon screamed out in pleasure, while Lilithmon gave a thoroughly pleasure-filled chuckle when he reached his climax, the tip of his cock shuddering against her cervix and shooting thick ropes into her eager womb.
About thirty seconds later, the Ultimate's ejaculations were starting to cease, with only meager drips of cum entering Lilithmon.
After thirty further seconds, his manhood had finished it's discharge entirely, and the Ultimate pulled out of her, collapsing backwards, all the while reverting to his Rookie form. By then, Lilithmon's womb was entirely filled to the brim with his thick, creamy spunk.
"Damn, Lucemon," Lilithmon panted slightly. She had rarely been filled like this; had she been human, pregnancy would have been ensured by the initial load of his hot seed inside her, or any of the subsequent ones. Indeed, she mused that that such amounts of semen inside a female human, as was now filling her, might even prove detrimental to their health. What fragile creatures, she shook her head. "That was good." Lucemon was too tired to respond, settling for a contented wheeze.
After a few seconds, his breathing had returned to normal enough to allow him speech. "How much of my seed is inside you now?" He asked, trying as best he could to make the question sound casual and informal. It was a competition, of a sort, among him the other five demon lords; each of them would take a turn with Lilithmon, and whoever would place the most semen inside her was the winner. Of course, only a single turn was allotted per Digimon, but as he was the most powerful one, he saw fit to bend the rules.
Lilithmon stifled a laugh at the question. The other six were still engrossed in that competition that they actually thought she was unaware of? Nonetheless, indulging him might prove amusing. "I am not certain, though my womb feels as though it has been filled entirely." She responded, re-donning her dropped garments.
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In a dome-like structure lined with vaguely-cyan crystalline walls, Ophanimon was deeply engrossed in a discussion with Cherubimon and Seraphimon, regarding troubling matters in the southern quadrant and equally troubling matters of the heart. They paused when they heard a series of taps on the doorway to their left, confusing Seraphimon slightly as all other residents knew this room to be sealed when the three of them were conferring. Cherubimon tensed, picking up some strange new smell from beyond the doorway. It was a sharp pungent smell, yet there was something appealing about it as well.
Outside, Lilithmon stood, waiting for them to open their door for her. After a minute of the doorway remaining immobile, the Demon Lord decided to gain entrance through other means.
"Oh, screw this," They heard a decidedly female voice declare. The voice was soft and silky-smooth, similar to Ophanimon's in tone and pitch, yet with more-than-pleasant warmth to it than they associated with her.
The declaration was followed by the doorway and surrounding wall coming crashing down, revealing Lillithmon, in the flesh and revealing attire. "Sorry about that," She laughed at the angels, who prepared for an attack to strike down. "But the door seemed to be locked."
"You've got some nerve coming here!" Cherubimon growled at her, unleashing his Terminal Judgment towards her, assuming a fighting stance. Lilithmon didn't seem particularly concerned with the lightning blasts, even feigning a yawn as she snapped three of the fingers of her human hand, declaring, 'Empress Emblaze'. Why Ophanimon and Seraphimon felt chills down their spines as the blasts were dispersed, neither of them understood.
"Amusing though it would be to do so, I did not come here to fight with you," Lilithmon told them. Ophanimon stared skeptically at her, wondering if she seriously believed any of them to be stupid enough to believe that. "I came here to discuss a mutual, though minor, concern."
"We have nothing to discuss with you!" Cherubimon growled, as he unleashed another barrage of thunderbolts, while Seraphimon unleashed his Strike of the Seven Stars and Ophanimon her Sephiroth Crystals.
Lilithmon sighed in annoyance at their reluctance to simply talk, delivering three further fingersnaps in rapid succession, dispersing the energies contained within their attacks. Ophanimon stared in shock, speechless at seeing her dismiss their combined power with a few gestures.
"If you are done expending power, I suggest that we attend to business!" Lilithmon calmly spoke, ignoring the outrage and disbelief of the angels she was adressing.
"You have no business here!" Cherubimon roared, a crimson lightningbolt appearing in his hand, crackling with power, which he flung at the archdemoness, which she casually dismissed as she had the previous assaults.
"On the contrary, Master Cherubimon, I do," Lilithmon replied, her tone level and devoid of emotion. The angelic Digimon stared at her, surprised to hear her use Cherubimon's title with no seeming malice attached to it. Certainly, there was no respect in her tone either, but Cherubimon supposed that it wasn't to be expected. "I assume that you are aware of the wayward angel and LadyDevimon?"
"... We are," Ophanimon slowly answered, after some hesitation. "What of it?"
"Suffice to say, we have a vested interest in seeing this wager through," Lilithmon aswered. "And with the Tamers present as well, disrupting the wager will be difficult, even if the Demon Lords were to make the attempt. Therefore, I suggest that neither side, divine or demonic, intercede."
Ophanimon, for lack of a better word, yelped in surprise, amusing Lilithmon slightly. Was the archdemoness actually acting out of something resembling compassion, Ophanimon wondered.
"DIE!" Seraphimon yelled, unleashing his Strike of The Seven Stars at the same as Cherubimon fired his Lightning Blast, only for their efforts to be in vain. Four fingersnaps from Lilithmon later, their attacks were nullified, and the two collapsed, writhing in agony, with beads of sweat appearing in Cherubimon's forehead.
"What have you done?!" Ophanimon demanded, horrified at the ease both of them had fallen to her might. She had broken the agreement, and dared to strike at Seraphimon
"Fought back against a pair of Digimon who assaulted me, unprovoked, on a formal visit," Lilithmon answered. "Rather quick-tempered sorts, aren't they?"
"Unprovoked?!" Ophanimon exclaimed. Loath as she was to admit it, it had been them to strike first... "You forced your way inside this hallowed hall! You dare call that unprovoked?!"
"How else was I to enter?" Lilithmon pointed out. "The door was sealed, and you were evidently in no hurry to grant me access."
"Why, is a mystery for the ages..." Ophanimon dryly answered, earning her an appreciative look from the archdemoness; had Lilithmon known of Ophanimon's dry wit, she might have visited sooner. Normally, a body like Ophanimon's would make her a decent fit for Lilithmon's harem, but she had a preference for people who could argue back; there was little satisfaction to be taken from breaking weak people... "Now leave immediately, before we slay you!"
"Come now, you won't slay me; you lack the guts to do so. But allow me to assure you that in due time, I will help you find the guts to kill, by showing you some of your own... Although, I might well be persuaded to allow you to live, as part of my harem," Lilithmon chuckled to the thoroughly disgusted Ophanimon. "A fine part indeed..."
"Enough!" The female angel roared, enraged at her implication. "Leave immediately, fallen one, or I will destroy you."
Despite facing the Three Great Angels, the arch-demoness didn't take the threat particularly seriously. "Oh? Will you now? Lady Ophanimon, the embodiment of divine love and mercy? Would you truly slay another Digimon?"
Ophanimon took a wary step back as Lilithmon took soft, poised, graceful steps towards her, paying no heed to the writhing Cherubimon and unmoving Seraphimon to either side of her. The archangel knew that her death was certain; the Demon Lord had overpowered both Cherubimon and Seraphimon. What could she do by herself against an adversary like that?
Her musings were cut short when rather than slaying her, Lilithmon pressed her lips against hers. The archangel wasn't surprised in the slightest by the overpowering passions contained within the kiss. Slowly, the demon broke the kiss, smirking lewdly. "Perhaps there is merit to the notion." She chuckled. Suddenly, a MagnaAngemon entered the chamber, no doubt to bring aid to his comrades in their moment of need, or something equally theatrical, Lilithmon mused, mildly exasperated with the concept, though he might serve her purpose.
"How fortuitous your timing is, MagnaAngemon," Lilithmon smiled at the frantic angel. "I was just discussing military strategy with your masters, and it seems that we favor similar tactics."
MagnaAngemon stared blankly at the demoness, wondering what in the Digital World she was on about. How could the Three Great Angels possibly favor similar tactics to the Demon Lords?
"Consider, my pleasant friend, that the armies commanded from here include countless Patamon, Gatomon, Angewomon, Angemon, MagnaAngemon like yourself, Pixiemon, and various other angelic Digimon; Rookies, Champion and Ultimate-levels alike. Yet, do you not find it strange that, for all this group diversity, there are no Mega-Level Digimon apart from these three?"
MagnaAngemon stared, speechless at what the demoness was insinuating. "I am not your friend!" He shouted back, unable to think of any other retort.
"For that matter, you are not pleasant either," Lilithmon bit back, amused. MagnaAngemon shook his head, inwardly kicking himself for allowing her to distract him.
"My lords, we have rounded up the invaders, but there has been a casualty!"
"What?!" Ophanimon, Lilithmon, Cherubimon and Seraphimon sharply demanded, giving the demoness angered looks. They followed MagnaAngemon out of the hall, where the defeated demonic digimon were smirking triumphantly.
"What have you done?!" Ophanimon demanded of a LadyDevimon, who simply leered at her in response, her smirk fading promptly when Lilithmon spoke up.
"I'll tell you what they have done. They have disobeyed orders, killing one of your soldiers, and you have my word that they will suffer for it. Would you like the miscreant to suffer an eternity of agony in the Dark Area, or would you rather pass judgment yourself?"
Ophanimon stared incredulously at her, wondering if she was serious, while the offending LadyDevimon feebly attempted to plead for mercy. "SILENCE!" Lillthmon boomed at the demoness, one eye glowing red, while the demoness yelped in fright. "You knew your orders, yet you went further?" She lowly asked. Receiving no response, the Demon Lord of Lust wordlessly snapped three of her fingers. LadyDevimon screamed in agony as she reverted to BlackGatomon.
"You... Have spared me, my lady?" BlackGatomon confusedly asked the Demon Lord, who was glaring at her.
"Spared you?" Lilithmon chuckled, sending a chill down the newly-minted cat's spine. "I have done nothing of the sort. Enjoy your stay." With that, Lilithmon and the other demonic Digimon teleported back to the Dark Area, leaving BlackGatomon in the company of the enfuriated Ophanimon, Seraphimon, Cherubimon and assorted other angelic Digimon.
"Have mercy!" BlackGatomon pleaded of the angels, and earned harsh, cold stares from the gathered Digimon.
"You will survive," Ophanimon darkly told her. "That is all the mercy you will receive."
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Renamon watched with interest as Henry stirred slowly, while Takato had been awake for about twenty minutes already, waiting for his boyfriend to wake up. "Hey, Takato." Henry drawled, his voice drowsy. Takato placed a soft kiss on Henry's lips, and broke away, smiling contentedly. "And good morning to you too." Henry responded, giving Takato another kiss.
"There's plenty of time for that later," They heard Rika tell them, sounding both lightly chiding and sharply displeased. The two and their partners turned their heads to the doorway, where Rika was, along with Angewomon and LadyDevimon.
"Rika told us last night that that you were immortal. Is this true?" LadyDevimon asked tentatively. The Tamers and Digimon shared looks. Slowly, Renamon and Henry nodded, privately uncertain of whether it was wise of her to be so open with that bit of information. "Then..." LadyDevimon paused, unsure of whether asking this was at all a good idea. "Would you like me to kill you?"
The Tamers and Digimon stared in shock at her, while Angewomon eyed her disappointedly. "Why would you ask that?!" Rika exclaimed indignantly.
"Haven't you lived long enough?" LadyDevimon asked the Tamers. While Renamon could only agree with that sentiment, having them killed was still not a notion she was going to entertain for another few centuries; they had places to go together and battles to still fight. "Aren't you tired of it yet? Tired of living, of drifting aimlessly, of wandering and fighting?"
"I am," Henry softly admitted, surprising the other five as well as the angel and devil. "I'm sick and tired of wandering, and fighting. It's all I've done in the past one-hundred years. I just wish... I just wish it could stop..."
Both the angel and the demoness gave a concerned to the immortal boy, unsure of what, if anything, to say to him. Renamon shared nervous glances with the other four of her long-time traveling companions. In hindsight, they really should've realized that Henry felt this way much earlier than now. They knew of his pacifistic beliefs, so why on earth hadn't any of them realized it?
Takato eyed his boyfriend, worried and regretful. While it was true that on the whole, the constant fighting had been his own idea, or Rika's, or Renamon's, or Terriermon's, or Guilmon's, why hadn't he said anything about this? He was reserved, yes, but not shy. He'd expressed distaste for it during the first few years in the Digital World, but as his complaints ceased quickly, Takato had assumed that Henry had accepted the battles as part of their lives.
Terriermon eyed his Tamer warily. He knew that Henry never approved of fighting, but the rabbit thought that he'd accepted the necessity of some battles long ago. When Terriermon finished the thought, he realized that accepting the necessity of fighting didn't equal liking it, and that it hadn't been just some battles they'd fought, but that it was every battle along the way.
"Henry, why? Why are you suddenly such a complete idiot?" Rika asked him, half-growling, seething with anger. Henry and everyone jerked their heads towards the wall where she was leaning.
"W-what?" Henry stuttered, mildly indignant, while Takato was glaring at her.
"Henry, you're one of the smartest guys I know," Rika replied. "So why would you not simply ask us to stop fighting? Do you really think we wouldn't?"
"Yes!" Henry angrily told her, startling everyone present. He sighed, his anger fading from his face. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, Rika. But, over the decades, we've been in so many fights that I can't ever imagine you guys just quitting immediately... Look, I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner, but you, and Takato, and Terriermon, and Renamon, and Guilmon... You enjoy fighting. You do it simply to alleviate your own boredom, and I didn't feel it right for me to spoil your fun."
Rika stared incredulously at him. "And there you go again, Henry! You're just too annoyingly selfless. Whether it's for Terriermon's sake, or Takato's, or mine, your first instinct is generally what would benefit and help others the most, not what you yourself want and need... I honestly can't tell whether that's a good thing or a bad thing..."
"I'm sorry, Rika, but that's just how I am. And I have actually done things, simply for myself. Many, in fact," Henry pointed out, wondering why she seemed to view him as some kind of saint.
"Look, Henry, just tell us what you want for once, instead of going along with what we want to do," Rika grumbled.
"Does it matter what I want?" Henry retorted sharply, surprising the others. "Because it hasn't for the past century."
"All the more reason to tell us what it is that you want, Henry," Renamon cut in. Everyone present started to look at Henry, eyeing him curiously.
"Look, it's not a big deal-" Henry began before Rika cut him off.
"Evidently, it is, so just tell us already," She demanded of him. Still, Henry remained silent, his face pensive, trying to work out whether telling them would ultimately be best.
"Oh for crying out loud, you're really gonna make me say it, arentcha?" Terriermon groused, shaking his head. "Henry, I'm starting to think that Rika was right about you being an idiot! We love you, we all do, so why don't you tell us what you'll rather do?" Henry decided that they wouldn't likely let the subject drop, so he resolved to tell them, and get it over with.
"Do you guys think that we could... I dunno, find a quiet place somewhere, and settle down?" He quietly asked, his voice containing a vague trace of sarcasm. Rika and Guilmon blinked, not having expected Henry to want something as mundane as that.
"Of course we could, Henry," Takato whispered soft, wrapping his arms around him. "It'll take some getting used to, but we'll do it if you want." Angewomon stared in surprise at the exchanges. How was it possible for any living beings to be as emotionally close as these six were?
"No, Takato, you don't get it," Henry replied, confusing the brunet as well as the others. "I didn't mean for just a few decades, and then going back into fighting, I meant forever."
"We understood your meaning the first time, Henry," Renamon interjected, smiling slightly.
"And what makes you think we have a problem with that?" Terriermon continued, smirking.
"So you just want to live happily ever after with us?" Rika questioned. Henry wasn't sure what to make of the mild amusement in her tone, so he didn't comment on it. "Honestly, it sounds ridiculous to hear you ask for something that idealistic and romanticized, but on the other hand, it does sound pleasant... I'm in, if you guys are."
Guilmon, Terriermon, Takato and Renamon collectively nodded. The kitsune noted that all things considered, after over a century of fighting assorted Megas, traversing the multiverse and journeying into alternate timelines, and stranger places besides, the quiet life sounded appealing...
"Se-seriously?" Henry stuttered, surprising at how easily they were acceding to his request. "You'll really do it?!"
"Yes, of course we will, Henry," Rika shot back. "How is this even surprising to you? It has been almost a hundred years, after all." Henry simply smiled, unable to think of a way to express his gratitude. Angewomon couldn't help but smile amusedly. While it was decidedly a very touching sight, there was just something about three human children and their digimon pledging their eternal love for eachother that seemed marginally silly to the angel.
"Allow me to offer my assistance regarding that," LadyDevimon smiled. Rika and the others turned to her, wondering what she had in mind. "Since you are looking for a place to reside, and Angewomon and myself will be staying for only two months more, how would you like the place?"
The angel, the Tamers and their partners stared incredulously at the demoness. Was she really casually offering them the mansion?
"But, Raya, wouldn't the Demon Lords be furious with you for this?" Saial asked, while the Tamers and partners paused at hearing LadyDevimon being addressed as 'Raya'.
"Saial, consider for a moment what it is I'm doing here," Raya smirked back. "Creating this entire mansion and everything within it took only a small fraction of my own energy. Even if they would for some reason object to that, it would be a small price to pay for rendering any versions of the Tamers a non-factor. That being said, I do in fact hold some interest in their well-being and happiness, and gving them the mansion to live is unfortunately the best I can do."
"Thank you..." Takato whispered, deciding to ignore her less benevolent motivation. Rika and Henry decided not to inquire about why they had only two months left to stay. "Thank you so much..."
"Then it is decided," Saial declared to the group. "Once we leave this place within a few months, it is yours to do with as you please."
"What happens in a few months?" Terriermon quizzically asked. Raya and Saial shared an indecipherable look.
"If you don't mind, Terriermon, we would prefer to keep that to ourselves," Angewomon replied, with a note of what seemed to be embarrasment in her voice.
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Several hours later, Saial and Raya were in their bedroom, the new residents long since gone to sleep.
"Today was... Eventful," Saial spoke to the demoness, who could only agree. "When you told them that this house was theirs if they wanted it, were you sincere?"
"Yeah," LadyDevimon responded, unsure of why she was asking. "Why do you ask?"
"It is merely surprising to see you act with something resembling benevolence, if not entirely out of the goodness of your heart," Angewomon answered, still wondering whether that bit about it being to render them a non-factor was an excuse or her genuine reason for it. She preferred to think it something like compassion and generosity, but the other option seemed more likely to the angel.
"Oh?" LadyDevimon responded, intrigued. "Is that so? Well then, I haven't been thorough enough in my pursuit of you, have I?"
"Perhaps," The angel softly responded, nestling up under the sheets. She froze when she felt something warm, soft and fleshy press against her back. She turned around, and saw Raya as she had expected. "Care to explain yourself?
"I'm sorry, Saial, but I..." The demoness paused, to entirely regain her composure. "I've missed you greatly, and would you mind if we were to share a bed, just for tonight?" She asked, with a hint of urgency and need to her voice.
"And what of your word that you would not seek sexual favors?" Angewomon pointedly asked.
"I'm not asking for sex, Saial, I just... Please... Just hold me... As we used to..." Raya answered slightly pleadingly, wrapping her arms around the angel.
Deciding that request to be relatively harmless, Angewomon whispered, "Of course..." With that, she wrapped her arms around Raya as well, and soon, the two once and perhaps future lovers were deeply asleep.
That was certainly a different take on Lilithmon... Nice manners, I can see where Raya got hers.
1) While Lilithmon and Lucemon's sex scene is likely a disgusting image, as before, I'm going to defend it by saying that Lucemon isn't a child in human terms, beyond his outward appearance.
2) Further, I'm aware that the description of the sex scene doesn't match up with real-world human biology, chief among which, Lilithmon's unconcerned attitude to her being impregnated from it, to which I say, they are composed of data! biology PHDs are useless here.
3) Henry's passiveness was essentially an attempt at Deconstructing immortality; they've all changed over the past 80-100 years before the events of this chapter, and as we see with him, it wasn't change for the better. Even if you consider it unrealistic, or implausible considering his personality, consider that he's been with five very different people for a very long time; that he would deprioritize himself isn't impossible.
4) Lilithmon unleashing her attacks by snapping her fingers could be considered an allusion to the FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood anime, where the alchemically-created humanoid Lust, of the Homunculi, is incinerated to death at the hands of the pyrokinetic Colonel Roy Mustang, who activates his Flame Alchemy in a similar manner... Or it could be simply be because it makes for an awesome piece of imagery. Take your pick.