After writing a few chapters with rare combinations of characters, I want to go back to something good old reliable. So now, it's Shinjuku-time again.

An Artists Creation

It was late, and the other residents of the Matsuda bakery had long since gone to sleep. But not Takato. He lay awake, tossing and turning as images of Rika flooded his mind. The way her crimson hair flowed in the breeze as they fought side by side. Her piercing eyes that saw right through any bullshit. And that tight athletic body, so strong and fierce.

Takato could feel himself stiffening under the sheets as his imagination ran wild. He felt ashamed of his arousal, but couldn't stop thinking about her. Slipping his hand beneath the waistband of his pyjamas, he was not surprised to find himself fully erect. As he began to slowly stroke himself, memories of their time in the Digital World played on a loop.

The way Rika moved in battle was like a dance, graceful yet powerful. He recalled watching her train once, mesmerized by her fluid motions. In his fantasies, those training sessions took a more intimate turn. Rika would pin him against a tree, kissing him fiercely before dropping to her knees. His breath hitched at the thought of feeling those soft lips wrapped around him.

Takato sped up his movements, eager to find release. But no matter how close he got, thoughts of Rika only intensified his longing. He needed the real thing.

As Takato lay awake, his mind wandered to simpler times - back when he first partnered with Guilmon. He fondly remembered discovering the Digivice and using it to bring the dinosaur to life by drawing him.

A naughty idea began to form. What if he used his artistic skills and Digivice again, but this time to conjure Rika, in a lewder way? The thought made his cheeks flush, but his body throbbed with excitement. Takato quietly retrieved paper and pencils from his desk.

By the glow of his phone flashlight, Takato set to work sketching with intense focus and attention to detail. He lovingly rendered Rika's gorgeous features and supple curves, leaving little to the imagination. Once complete, he held the lewd portrait proudly. But now came the moment of truth...

Takato activated his Digivice and slid the drawing inside, half hoping and fearing it might actually work. Nothing happened. Of course not, what was he thinking? He was no sorcerer. Disappointed, guilt-ridden and exhausted, Takato stashed the incriminating artwork and turned in for the night.

As he drifted off, he dreamed of Rika finding the lewd drawing instead. Her reaction was... not what he expected. She ripped off her clothes, pinned him down and rode him with wild abandon. Takato awoke with a start, drenched in sweat and other fluids. He'd never feel clean again after such unholy thoughts.

The next day dragged on endlessly for Takato. In class, he couldn't focus with thoughts of Rika - and his shameful actions - constantly distracting him.

When the final bell rang, Takato rushed outside, eager for fresh air. As he walked the familiar path home, he replayed every cringe moment over and over in his head.

Lost in self-loathing, Takato failed to notice someone falling into step beside him until a familiar voice said "Hey gogglehead."

He jumped with a start. "R-Rika! H-Hey..."

A smirk played on her lips, clearly amused by his reaction. "Jeez, don't have a heart attack. You seem more distracted than usual. Something on your mind?"

If only she knew... Takato's face burned, convinced she could read his depraved fantasies. He stammered out an excuse about homework, but Rika wasn't buying it. Her intense gaze bored into him, seeing straight through his lies.

"Come on, out with it already." Rika grabbed his arm, steering them down a quiet side street. She backed Takato against a wall, trapping him with her body. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's really going on."

Takato gulped, trapped by her smouldering stare and intoxicating scent. There was no escaping this conversation now. Should he confess the truth and face her wrath? Or keep up the act and let his longing consume him?

Under Rika's unblinking gaze, Takato felt like a mouse cornered by a hungry cat. His heart raced as desire and dread warred within.

He opened his mouth to make an excuse, but the words died in his throat. Something had changed in Rika's eyes - a predatory gleam that sent a shiver down his spine.

Before he could react, Rika pounced. Her lips crashed into his in a ravenous kiss, forcing his mouth open with her tongue. Takato froze in shock for a moment before melting into the kiss with a needy moan. Her taste was intoxicating.

Rika pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him, lips curled in a feral grin. "Follow me." She took off at a run, glancing back to beckon him with a come-hither finger.

Takato's legs moved of their own accord, chasing after her like Guilmon after a breadcrumb trail. She led him deep into the forested park, darting skilfully between the trees. His lungs burned, but he refused to lose sight of that mane of crimson hair.

Finally, Rika disappeared behind thick bushes in front of Guilmon's former hideout. Takato crashed through after her, stumbling into the hideout. In the hideout, Rika prowled around Takato like the huntress she was. Her eyes glittered with desire as she circled her prey, already imagining how she would claim her prize.

Stopping behind him, Rika raked her nails down Takato's chest, eliciting a gasp. She pressed her lithe frame against his back, grinding her hips slowly. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, "Show me how much you want me..."

Takato shuddered, powerless to her charms. Rika's deft fingers made quick work of his belt and fly, setting his throbbing erection free. She slid her hand inside his boxers to grip his length, giving a few experimental pumps that had him seeing stars.

Groaning, Takato leaned his head back on Rika's shoulder as she stroked him at an agonizing pace. All the while, she attacked his neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses that left purple marks in their wake.

Rika worked Takato's erection with maddening expertise, varying her speed and grip to keep him right on the edge. As he leaned his head back helplessly, she attacked his neck with hungry kisses, nibbles and love bites.

Her lips and teeth teased his sensitive skin, sure to leave dark reminders of their tryst. Takato moaned and writhed under her ministrations, lost in a haze of pleasure.

Pulling back to admire her handiwork, Rika smirked at the array of marks she'd left on display. "You like that, gogglehead? Feeling good?" she purred, giving his arousal an extra firm stroke for emphasis.

Takato could only nod frantically, too far gone to form words. Rika chuckled, her sultry tone sending fresh shivers through him. "I asked you a question. Use your words and tell me how much you're enjoying this."

She withdrew her hand completely, leaving him hanging on the brink of ecstasy. Takato whimpered pathetically at the loss of contact. When he finally found his voice, the reply tumbled out breathlessly:

"Y-Yes...it feels amazing, Rika. P-Please don't stop...I need you so bad." His confession was met with a feral grin, the hunter delighted by her prey's submission.

With Takato's heartfelt confession, Rika had obtained complete power over him. She turned him to face her, violet eyes glinting with victory.

Slowly, sensually, Rika lowered herself to kneel upon the mossy earth. Never breaking eye contact, she licked a bold stripe from the base of Takato's length all the way to the swollen tip.

The strangled cry this wrung from him only fuelled Rika's fire. She swirled her tongue teasingly around the slick head, tasting the first drops of precum beading at the slit. Takato's knees trembled violently, barely able to stand under the exquisite torture.

Taking pity on her prey, Rika finally enveloped the tip between her full lips. Takato threw back his head with a wanton moan as she slowly took him in, inch by inch, until his hips were nestled in her soft hair.

The wet heat of Rika's mouth was absolute paradise. She began to bob her head steadily, hollowing her cheeks to create the most maddening suction. Her hand worked in tandem, pumping his shaft in time with each bob.

Takato was swiftly unravelling under her skilled ministrations. He carded his fingers through Rika's hair, gently urging her deeper with each pass. Lost in bliss, all he knew was the hunter's mercy and how to beg for more.

Rika feasted upon Takato's erection like a starving beast, devouring every inch with hungry licks and sucks. The lewd sounds of her slurping only spurred her on, working him closer to the edge with expert precision.

Takato was utterly undone, reduced to a quivering mess as waves of pleasure wracked his body. His legs shook violently under the onslaught, barely able to hold his weight.

When Rika took him to the hilt, her nose brushing against coarse pubic hair, Takato lost all sense of up and down. A guttural cry ripped from his throat as his knees buckled, sending him crashing down onto the plush moss.

But Rika refused to relinquish her prize so easily. She followed his fall, never removing her lips from his throbbing member. Now on his back, Takato was at her complete and total mercy.

Rika redoubled her efforts, head bobbing at a furious pace. Her hand pumped his shaft in tandem, applying just the right pressure to send him spiralling over the edge.

Rika worked Takato's length with concentrated zeal, eager to wring every last bit of pleasure from him. When his orgasm struck, the force of it caught even her off guard.

Thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip, coating Rika's throat in scalding spurts. She swallowed convulsively, struggling to keep up with his torrential release. The taste was intoxicating - a sweet nectar she craved more of with each gulp.

Takato cried out blissfully underneath her, hips bucking helplessly into her greedy mouth. Wave after intense wave pulsed from his throbbing member, and Rika took it all, determined to drain him dry.

She sucked and milked with abandon, drawing his climax out for as long as possible. Only when his spasms finally subsided did Rika slowly pull off with an obscene pop, a strand of fluid still connecting them.

Gazing up at Rika, her chin and lips glistening with evidence of his passion, Takato was awestruck by her ravenous hunger. But she was far from sated. Rika swiped her thumb through the pearly residue, sucking it clean with a lascivious moan.

"Delicious...but I want more." Her predatory smirk sent a thrill down Takato's spent spine.

As Rika continued teasing his spent flesh with kitten licks, Takato lay dazed, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. Through the blissful haze, something nagged at the back of his mind...

Hadn't this all begun with his ill-fated drawing the night before? Could using the Digivice to channel his desires somehow have...affected Rika?

He recalled her predatory gleam in the moments before pouncing on him. The way she toyed with him so skilfully, as if possessed by instincts beyond her years. A wild theory began to form.

"Rika...that night, when I couldn't sleep. I may have...done something foolish." Takato explained haltingly about his lewd sketch and hopes of manifestation.

Rika paused her ministrations, gaze hooded in thought. "Now that you mention it, things do seem...different today. Cloudier." She ran her hands sensually over Takato's thighs. "But I can't find it in me to complain."

Her nails raked lightly over his renewed arousal, drawing a gasp. "The question is, gogglehead - how will you sate my new...appetites? I want to feel you deep inside, making me scream for more."

Rika could sense Takato's renewed vigour and her own arousal burning hotter than ever. With feline grace, she rose up on her knees before him.

Her nimble fingers made quick work of her clothes, tossing each article aside with flourishes until fully bare. Rika sat back on her heels, legs falling open in a shameless V to expose her glistening pink folds.

"Like what you see, gogglehead?" she purred, running her hands teasingly over her breasts and down her taut stomach. Her violet eyes glittered with mischief as she took in Takato's awestruck expression.

"I have to admit, this new...appetite has given me quite an appetite of my own. So tell me, how often have you fantasized having your way with me, hmm?" Rika circled a finger around her clit, eliciting a gasp.

"Each and every night," Takato confessed breathlessly, transfixed by her erotic display. His arousal throbbed painfully at the exquisite vision before him, begging to be sheathed.

Rika chuckled, low and sultry. "Well now's your chance, loverboy. I'm all yours for the taking. Come claim your prize - if you think you can handle me."

With a growl, Takato pounced on the vixen before him. Rika yelped in surprise as her back hit the soft earth, grinning up at her favourite boy pinning her to the ground.

"Eager, are we?" she teased, rubbing her nude form against his renewed arousal. "Take me already, I need you inside," she demanded, raking her nails down his back in encouragement. With a needy growl, Takato grasped his length and finally - slowly - sheathed himself to the hilt within her tight velvet walls.

Takato was in sensory overload as Rika's molten heat enveloped his throbbing length. This was really happening - he was finally buried to the hilt inside her after so many fantasies.

For a moment he froze, overwhelmed. But Rika's hands squeezing his back spurred him on with a gasp. He began to move tentatively; still afraid this was all a dream.

Rika could sense his hesitation and doubts. Her vixen grin softened into a smile as she gazed up at him with hooded eyes. "Relax, loverboy. You're doing amazing."

Her praise set his blood aflame. Takato sped up his pace gradually, getting lost in the slick drag of their joining. Rika threw her head back with a moan, meeting each deep thrust with fervour.

"Gods, you feel so good. I never imagined..." she breathed, wrapping her legs higher around his waist for a better angle. Takato was in awe that he could make such pleasure dance across her face.

Rika cried out in ecstasy, walls clenching around him deliciously. "Yes, just like that! Don't hold back, give it to me!"

Takato was swiftly unravelling under the onslaught of Rika's sinful heat clutching his length. Each thrust sent molten pleasure jolting through his veins, and yet he refused to surrender just yet.

Rika could sense his control slipping. She clenched around him deliberately, pulling a guttural groan from his throat. "Let go for me, gogglehead," she breathed against his lips.

"I'm close," Takato panted, fighting to hold off the tide. Rika nipped his bottom lip teasingly. "Then finish inside me. I want to feel you erupt and fill me to the brim."

Her lewd words were his undoing. With a feral growl, Takato seized Rika's hips in a bruising grip and pounded into her as if possessed. She cried out with each powerful thrust, walls rippling deliciously around him.

"Yes! Give it to me, I'm so close too!" Rika's legs squeezed his hips in encouragement. Takato thrust once, twice more before his climax crashed over him in an explosive wave.

Takato's climax hit him like a freight train as he plunged deep within Rika's depths one final time. His roar of ecstasy echoed through the glen as ropes of his seed jetted forth violently.

Rika threw her head back with a euphoric scream, walls clenching his pulsing member in vice-like spasms. Takato continued to pump his essence into her in thick, copious bursts, overwhelmed by the sensations.

He could feel each scalding spurt coat her inner walls, his essence claiming her as only he could. Rika shuddered and writhed beneath him wantonly, revelling in the intimate fullness.

Nothing could compare to the exquisite bliss of Takato erupting within her, seeding her greedy womb. She clenched him for all she was worth, determined to wring every last drop from his throbbing member.

Their combined cries and moans of completion blended together in a primal song of lust, echoing through the secret glen. Wave after wave of rapture crashed over them as their climaxes seemed to stretch on for an eternity.

At long last, Takato collapsed atop Rika in a sweaty, spent heap. She cradled him lovingly, still quivering from the aftershocks, a sated smile on her well-used lips.

In the afterglow, Takato lay cradled in Rika's loving embrace. She drew idle patterns onto his damp skin, pressing kisses to his brow.

"You were beyond amazing, gogglehead. I had no idea you could fuck like that," Rika purred, nipping his earlobe playfully.

Takato flushed at the praise, still stunned he'd managed to please the voracious vixen. She chuckled, trailing her fingers down his heaving chest.

"Seriously, you left me absolutely wrecked. I can still feel your cum sloshing inside me so nicely." Rika squirmed at the intimate fullness, eliciting a groan from Takato.

His sated member twitched feebly at her lewd words. Rika smirked, grasping his flanks possessively. "And you came so much for me too. I love how you were able to fill to the brim."

Rika could sense Takato's virility returning despite his earlier exertions. She rose gracefully, sauntering away on steady legs.

At the hideout's edge on the old stone wall, moss-covered and sturdy. Rika bent herself over it, bracing her palms upon the rough texture.

She glanced back at Takato over her shoulder, violet eyes dark with fresh arousal. Her flexible form put her glistening sex and taut backside on tantalizing display. "Well, loverboy? I'm all yours for the taking, if you think you can handle a round two. You can do it from behind and pound me harder than before, right? Or, are you even going to try having anal sex once?"

I hope this was to your liking.

Also, I'm thinking of adding a Frontier or Data Squad chapter, let me know if you would be interested.

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