Look around. It’s nothing but bath water, there’s nowhere for him to run. What’s he gonna do, say no? I mean, of course he CAN say no. If he says no, then that’s the end of it. But he’s not GOING to say no, because of “The Implication”.

Leonard was no stranger to terror, especially lately. Jenny was unstable, threatening **** if he didn’t sleep with her the first time. Ann was his boss, always flighty and seeming a half-step away from firing him at any given time, at least before he knocked her up. Even Erica’s insatiability was intimidating back when she stripped him at super-speed in the forest behind his parents’ house.

But none of that compared to Angie in this moment. It was like the fear of God was put into him, and he couldn’t even conceive of disobeying her. Which was somewhat odd, since she was clearly asking him to use her, when normally it would be the other way around.

Frantically, Leonard began thrusting deep into Angie’s mouth, his arms and legs wrapped around her head. He remembered the term for this particular act (someone with a penis thrusting into another person’s mouth) was “irrumatio”, at least in hentai mangas. He still couldn’t imagine any past instances of it where the person thrusting looked as scared as him though.

Repeated “glucks” started to resound as his cock probed into his partner’s throat, the noises almost incongruous with the tension building in the quickly steaming bathroom. In the wake of this, a familiar urge started to bubble up in Leonard, something from deep within his balls.

“Cu… Cummi—!” he shouted, though partway through he was **** to hilt himself in his partner’s mouth, Angie’s hand pressing firmly at the base of his pelvis. Were he of the state of mind to name the exact region she was pressing, it would be his coccyx.

White seed began gathering in Angie’s gut as Lenny gasped from the pressure of the throat around him. She didn’t even seem to gulp, a kind of **** peristalsis carrying the semisolid cum all the way down to the confines of her stomach

Soon his climax ended, and his dick was released from the confines of Angie’s mouth. Leonard splashed back down in the bathwater, spilling a little over the tub’s rim in the process. And somehow still as hard as ever despite the massive load he’d just shot out.

“I—“ he started, before being interrupted by Angie’s finger on his lips.

A hand on her mouth, a gurgle could be heard from her midsection, until a deep noise made its way out of her mouth. Needless to say, Leonard wasn’t expecting such an exaggerated burp to come out of the thus far remarkably unsexual being before him. His mind unconsciously thought back to just yesterday, when he’d been chided for indulging in almost this exact scenario by a digital dog on his couch.

“—uurp… Mmn.” she eventually finished, the somewhat vulgar noise finally ceasing as the Digimon-turned-woman said “Okay, next.” as she grabbed him by his hips.

Immediately Lenny was put into a textbook missionary position, his body unable to get up from the large body underneath him as his waist was held down by powerful legs, his dick lined up and ready to go. He stuttered “W-Wait, bu—“ before being cut off by a particularly noisy insertion into Angie’s virgin pussy.

The tightness was expected, of course, but the sensations within the woman’s depths were still mind-numbingly intense. Her every surface was wriggling greedily, almost hungry for his rod in a way he hadn’t even experienced from Erica’s magically enhanced body.

But, more importantly (to him at least), Angie’s face was still oddly blank. She was utterly focused on the sex she was initiating, as Leonard’s dick was pushed out of her folds by virtue of some very precise control of tightening vaginal folds, only for her legs to pull him back in as his part in the whole exchange was seemingly automated for him.

It was a blindingly fast battery, and after a few minutes of this odd situation being inflicted upon him, Angie suddenly stopped, grabbed his face, and said “Harder.”

The implication was clear as ever, and Lenny feverishly thrusted into the humanoid Digimon under him, splashing about the bathwater as he exerted himself to satisfy the whims of what had been merely data the other day. He supposed the frantic energy she inspired within him helped to speed up his thrusts, at least.

But then, something curious happened.

Angie grabbed Leonard’s hands, and placed them around her neck.

“… Harder…!”

Lenny gulped.