LadyDevimon's Advantages
by Digistar DBZ
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(A/N: This one was a dare from one of my friends to do a LadyDeviedmon (LadyDevimon/Piedmon) lemon- I don't normally do requests (for fear of having to do something with ETEMON in it... *shudders violently*) but in this case, how could I back down from a challenge like this? ^.^ Besides- I guess it was also a silly idea that was floating thtough my head, despite the fact that Piedmon and Myotismon were ment for each other... ^____^ So here we go for my SECOND straight pairing!)

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"Jusht... one more..." Piedmon murmured drunkenly, downing his fifth bottle of scotch. Ever since the Digital World was reformatted, and Spiral Mountain created, there STILL was a giant hole in his heart for his departed love...

..Which was Myotismon, of course.

He had been gone for what- 18 years? He had BETTER be using his time to find that Eighth Child instead of trying to fill (if any) gaps in HIS heart.. he shuddered a little, thinking about what he could be doing in his free time... But not now.. the alcohol clouded his mind, vision, and reason as he fumbled with the cork of a bottle of Saké, the empty Scotch bottle falling to the ground with the others. However, one of his attendants- a Tapirmon, to be exact-, was very conserned with his master's choice of venting feelings...

"But your highness! That's your seventeenth bottle of Saké!! I would recommend that you should stop yourself before --"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Piedmon spat in his drunken haze, hurling the now half-empty bottle at the Tapirmon, who was now running like a madmon from his master's alcoholic haze. "Shtupid De-jeemon... I am NOT drunnk..." he slurred, his vision becoming pitch-black shortly thereafter.

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"Lord Piedmon? Lord Piedmon? Are you in there?"

LadyDevimon softly knocked on the chamber door, getting complete silence in return. Knowing her master would normally allow her presence in his chambers, she opened the large doors as quietly as she could, tip-toeing inside as she carefully maneuvered across empty wine bottles and scattered items, eventually coming across her master's massive bed- with a twitching Piedmon lying on top of the covers, slightly snoring.

'I knew it. He got drunk again,' She sighed, seeing him sprawled on his back, slightly disheveled as each sleeping breath heaved his chest up and down. 'Gods... it may sound farfetched, but he looks so incredibly handsome... I'm sure that he wouldn't mind if I had just a LITTLE fun...' She grinned as she climbed onto the soft matress, stroking her normal hand on his flushed cheek, enciting a slight gasp of surprise from him. She jerked her hand away, breathing heavily as she feared he was waking up...

"Ooh, Myotismon.... why did you stop? Come back..." he murmured, spreading his legs slightly. She sighed in relief as she whispered in his ear in as deep a voice as she could muster,

"I'm here..."

A dopey grin formed on his lips, arching his head back as he tried to look at who said that. His vision was so blurred, he couldn't see anything.. just feeling the sensations that filled his intoxicated nerves. "Take me awayy...." he mumbled in a bearly audible voice, his invoulnary grin widening. She grinned slightly as well. 'You wish is my command...' she said to herself as she lightly nipped at his earlobe.

"Let me do the rest," she whispered in that deep voice again, secretly hoping he wouldn't get any ideas.... He nodded drunkenly, falling limp with her touch.

"Ookaay... I juss loove it when yoo talk dirty..." he grinned, welcoming her caress with (literally) open arms. She chuckled softly as she slowly ran her hands up and down his legs, running in tiny circlets with her normal fingers and tracing lightly with her clawed fingers. "Daahhhh... Oh, Myootishmon...." he moaned drunkenly, already feeling a slightly painful swell in his groin with each rubbing sensation on his thighs. LadyDevimon looked at his flushed face, small sweat beads prickling on his face and tumbling down his cheek, that idiotic grin still on his face. She snickered slightly as she leaned down on him, taking her clawed hand to his face and lifting his face mask just enough so she could nibble the tip of his nose. He moaned again, the light pink blush deepening to a thick crimson hue as sweat streaked down his face.

'If this isn't fun, then I don't know WHAT is,' She thought coyly as she took her clawed hand away from his legs, and with one swift motion of her index finge--err, claw, tore his pleated collar cleanly in half and tossed it aside. 'You have NO idea how much I want you...' She thought, grinning as she stuck the same clawed finger in the collar of his dress shirt, rubbing small, faint circles on his collarbone.

'But... I'd rather take my time...'

She slowly ran that finger down the dress shirt, popping off one button at a time.

'I want you...'

She lifted a little of his neck shawl and started nipping and sucking at his neck, slowly moving down.

'--No-- I NEED you.'

Her tounge danced across his collarbone, pushing the fabric of his shirt as far apart as they could go.

'And I remember you saying... I can get whatever I want, as long as I'm your slave...'

She stuck one of her normal fingers in his trousers as her mouth continued its dance across his heaving chest, bringing louder, shriller moans from his throat.

'A *LOVE* slave as it seems....'

Her finger traced its way across a rather large bulge in his boxers, gently stroking as she now traced her tounge across his waist.

"Oh, Gawd.... Myootishmooon.... please..." he shook involuntarily at her gentle caress, still thinking of his love as LadyDevimon unzipped the tiny zipper in his pants, gently pulling his silk boxers down just enough to get ahold of his throbbing erection. She gave a slight grin before swiftly cramming the entire eight-inch length in her mouth, sucking HARD. He screamed in bliss, each wave of pleasure almost begging him to come at that very moment... but no- not now. Not yet... Tears streamed down his face, his grin finally seeming to capsize as his breathing became labored and a small line of pearl-colored liquid started to drip from her mouth.

'Now for the final act', as he always says...' She thought as she slid out the tight leather pants she wore, the crotch area already soaking wet and still dripping with fluid. 'Time to end this foreplay... I want him inside me now!!' She climbed on top of him and seemingly impaled herself on him, trying to get a slow, steady rhythm between the two madly stimulated organs. His moans were loud and labored, and he kept repeating, "Oh, God...Oh, God... Myootishmon... Pleeasee...." in his drunken slur. She smiled again, right before a surge of heat hit her as she once more spilled her liquids in orgasmic bliss, getting more heated fluids inside her as she heard him scream Myotismon's name in total esctacy....

"I'll have to leave you once more, my love... remember me..." she said in her deep voice again as she climbed off of him, taking her pants with her as she tucked him into his blankets. The couldn't help but grin once more as she closed the massive doors, hearing him sigh in relief...

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"Ooooh, shit... What did I drink last night...."

Piedmon held his head as a massive headache continually pounded his head, still trying to figure out why his clothes were a mess- half the buttons were missing on his dress shirt, his collar had been ripped in half, and his pants...

"Ugh... Why does my groin ache....? It feels like I just fucked a woman... but that can't be..."

He leaned over and saw a little trail of cum leading to the door, and noticed that his collar hadn't been TORN apart- more like CUT apart by a blade... or a claw of some sort...

"...Can it?"

Owari
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(Heh- I hate to admit it, but I had a little fun writing this one. ^^;; Besides- it was my first straight fic since "A Lesson to be Taught"... And I don't turn down challenges when it comes to the Dark Masters! Just so long as there is no Etemon invloved... urrk.. That sort of hentai makes me SICK... O.o;;;;; But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this!)-DigistarDBZ