I’ll say it again: “What’s he gonna do, say ‘No’?”

Panic was still gripping Lenny as Angie’s implicitly threatening demand washed over his mind. He hadn’t done anything like this before, much less while naked during a bath. The idea of **** a sexual partner wasn’t exactly “new” to him, he’d read enough Asanagi doujins to see worse things made sexual. It wasn’t like he’d ever fantasized extensively about doing that variety of play, though.

Still, as his hands were placed around her neck and the command given, he felt himself comply nonetheless. He didn’t know much about strangulation or how to do it safely, but Leonard was in a state of panic as Angie’s expression bore down on him. This despite her position “under” him.

Lenny couldn’t overpower the sense of impending doom that insisted he faithfully follow every command the woman in front of him gave. So he gripped Angie’s neck as hard as he could. He didn’t necessarily block her oxygen supply, just constrict her airway. Not like a **** as seen in some kind of MMA fight that presses on the carotid artery to disrupt blood flow to the brain, more like a clumsy squeeze around her neck that made it tougher for her to breathe.

As he thrusted frantically into her body with his hands around her neck, he found it difficult to keep up the pressure. Whenever he squeezed, you see, Angie’s walls tightened intensely around his member in a pleasing way. It was almost like her neck was a switch linked to her genitals that activated a massaging function whenever he choked her.

Leonard would have found this association interesting if it weren’t for the look Angie was giving him. Disdain dripped from her gaze whenever his hands loosened their grip, as if his failure to consistently satisfy her desire for asphyxiation was making her profoundly unsatisfied with him as a person.

The remarkably short man wouldn’t have cared, he was still predominantly used to people being disappointed in him after all, but Angie’s gaze made him particularly unsettled. Maybe it was because she was larger and arguably stronger than Erica, yet with no Command Seals on his hand that could keep her in check.

If the human-looking Angewoman he was thrusting into had wanted to, she could easily end his life easily. It was almost as if she was chancing that herself, with the implied threat of **** by asphyxiation looming over their dangerous play. Yet still she urged him to go farther.

Soon, one particularly pleasing tightening of her pussy around his cock sent Lenny just far enough past the point of no return that he came buckets. The climax left him twitching and flailing, his hands lacking the strength to do as his partner clearly wanted. His could only slump into her abundant and soft body, his energy leaving him.

Almost in response, he was **** out of her hole, his body placed against a bathroom wall while still sitting in the tub as his vision swimmed. Lenny was not okay, his emotional state in turmoil as Angie moved quickly out of his field of view. She made actions he couldn’t see while still wearing the expression that haunted him, as far as he knew.

An instant later, she was back upon him, a finger shoved up his ass as his prostate was pushed like a button to trigger another raging hard-on. He was shoved back into, almost a reverse cowgirl position as Angie faced away with her expansive back most of what Lenny could see.

He did see something else, though. A longer bath towel put around his partner’s neck with the tails trailing behind. The two ends of the cloth were right within grabbing distance of his short arms, as Angie turned back wrong give him that accursed look once again as she repeated herself.

“Harder.”

Panting, freshly experiencing a forcefully given erection, Lenny’s heightened state was pushed to the brink. He grabbed the two towel ends, pulling back as they squeezed around his partner’s neck while wildly thrusting, yelping all the while like a scared puppy as his fear rose to a fever pitch.

Eventually Angie began to gasp, either from a lack of breathing or an abundance of arousal, her walls massaging Leonard’s length as he pumped in and out of her wriggling depths. Whatever he was doing seemed to satisfy her, as the tightening steadily increased from Lenny’s frantic ministrations and amateurish ****.

Eventually, his pace reached a fever pitch, Angie’s tightness reaching unforeseen levels as he jilted himself one last time into her body, right as he pulled the towel as taut as possible. In that moment, Lenny came an unreal amount of cum into her wriggling hole, as his partner’s eyes rolled up onto her head.

After the climax, the short man slumped over onto his partner’s read end, exhausted. The angelic Digimon in human form was bent over the tub’s rim, with her upper half hanging out limply from the water.

Leonard’s blood ran cold. She wasn’t moving. Just when he’d had some form of relief from his terror, something else made it flare up again. He struggled to flip Angie’s body over, due to her size, but he had to get a look at her front. Otherwise he couldn’t tell if she was breathing or not.

With a great big grunt of exertion, he pulled Angie back until she was lying against the tub’s wall as opposed to being draped over the edge. Her long blonde hair was covering her face some, so Lenny brushed it aside. Curiously, the statuesque woman seemed almost catatonic, staring blankly ahead.

“… she’s breathing, at least. Has a pulse too.” Leonard thought to himself as he checked her over. He asked her “A-Are you okay…? I’m sorry, I’m not good at that kind of stuff you were asking for…” apologetically as he saw her eyes turn to see him. At that point, something unexpected happened.