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Poll Winner: Angewomon's Fall (Digimon)
🕑 Added 2020-10-06 05:39:52 +0000 UTCDigimon: The Digi-destined have been captured, and LadyAngewomon is their last defense against Myotismon. The vampire shows his 'ace-in-the-hole' as he uses a mix of mental influence and cunning words to bring out the darkness that's always existed within her. Includes: Corruption and Dom/Sub
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The Digidestined came so close to victory, and just like Icarus, it seemed as though they had traveled too close to the sun. They had came to Myotismon’s front door, each of their members at their absolute strongest. They attacked the vampiric Digimon with everything they had, everything they could give, but in the end, only one of them was left standing.
Perhaps if they had only fought against Myotismon, they would have won, but Myotismon had an army. He had countless lives to throw at the Digidestined, and in a war of attrition, they just couldn’t win.
Each of the Digimon laid on the ground, out of breath and weak, barely able to move as Myotismon’s forces swarmed over them. They grabbed the humans and their partners, holding them down as the sole fighter watched with clenched fists.
Angewomon wanted to help her friends, she did, but she couldn’t turn her back against Myotismon. Of all her friends, she knew his strength and skills the best. She was the only chance the Digidestined had to escape now.
There was no chance for victory… All she could hope was to find an opening and take who she could through it.
Myotismon rose up from his throne and she conjured an arrow, aiming it at him.
“Don’t you dare come any closer!” she roared, glaring at Myotismon.
His hand crackled with red electricity as Angewomon felt a chill run down her spine. Was this her end? She could hear Kari crying out for her, screaming for her, but she tried to block it out. She needed to focus, and the screams of her teammates weren’t helping.
She told them this was a bad idea. Why hadn’t they listened?! She fought back a sigh as she aimed her weapon. Myotismon moved first. His whip shot out and Angewomon fired her arrow.
“Crimson Lightning!”
“Celestial Arrow!”
Her attack hit. It pierced Myotismon’s chest, knocking him back. His feet skid against the ground as he groaned in pain. Angewomon felt a rush of joy, before she saw the beam being thrown at her. She braced for the attack, expecting pain, but she never felt anything.
She opened her eyes to the sound of screaming. Did he attack one of her friends? She turned her head, and she watched as one of Myotismon’s minions fell to the ground, dead. She blinked, before turning to look at her former Master.
He clutched his side as he stared at her, and there was something in his eyes that left her heart racing. Fear? Or something else…? Dread, she told herself.
“None shall harm Gatomon. Do you understand? This is our duel.”
His servants obeyed as Angewomon scowled. “It’s Angewomon.”
“Of course.” He bowed his head. “I apologize.”
He… he what? Lord Myotismon didn’t apologize. He never-no! Not Lord Myotismon. Just… just Myotismon. He was no longer her Master.
“You don’t apologize. What game are you playing?!”
“No game. I am simply speaking the truth. My dear, you were my greatest warrior. My spy, my confidante, my ally. Yet I treated you as just another pawn, when you were a knight. No.” He shook his head. “My queen.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“Look at you,” Myotismon demanded. “Bowing to a child. A human. She calls you a partner, but does she listen to you? Does she fight by your side?”
Angewomon turned her head to look at Kari. She left herself open to Myotismon’s attack. He could have killed her, and by the time she realized her folly, she found him right in front of her. Her eyes widened as she expected pain…
Only for him to take off her helmet, revealing the bright blue eyes of an angel. She blinked, before he placed a hand on her cheek. His skin was always so cold, she remembered, but here and now, it felt warm.
Why?
“I am sorry, Angewomon. I never should have mistreated you.”
“I…” Angewomon was… blushing. Her face was red. Her heart was racing. Then his eyes stared into hers, and she felt a chill run down her spine. Her body quivered, and her breasts bounced as he pulled her closer.
His fingers were brushing against her golden locks as his voice tickled her ear. “Be honest. Hasn’t there been some part of you that has missed what we had?”
Yes… yes, there had been. She missed being his most treasured jewel. His deadliest hand. She missed being his warrior, and carrying out his will. There was something purifying about emptying herself, giving up herself to be his vessel, but-
“Don’t listen to him, Angewomon! Attack!” Kari demanded, before crying out against the hand muffling her voice.
Angewomon didn’t turn to look at him. Instead, she simply stared into her former Master’s bright eyes. They were like jewels as he spoke. “Even now, she orders you around, but I am giving you a choice. You can let me show you what rewards await you if you return to me. A drop of water before I give you the sea. Something… to wet your appetite.”
His tongue flicked out, licking her bottom lip. She… she didn’t really mind.
“Or you can take your ‘partner,’ and leave. In fact, let me show you what could be, and you can take two humans and leave.”
The answer was so obvious. She ignored the cries of the humans and weaker Digimon behind her and nodded her head. This was to save the lives of her allies. They would see. She was right. She was right all along, and once they were safe, they would understand.
For now, Angewomon nodded her head, and Myotismon kissed her lips without a moment of hesitation. Her eyes widened as she felt him kiss her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her as she moaned against his soft lips.
His tongue pressed against her mouth, and she parted her lips, feeling his tongue sliding in and moving along the inside of her cheek. This was her first kiss, and yet part of her always wondered if her Master would be her first.
She had seen him seduce other Digimon. Pretty ones, ones who would make themselves useful in their harem. Was that her fate? To join his harem? No…. He called her his Queen, and that drove her to wrap her arms around him.
Angewomon held him as she sucked on his tongue, feeling it dominate her mouth. Her fingers dug into his back, pulling and clawing at his clothes as she felt her legs quiver beneath her. Her wings stretched out, before closing around their bodies, as if shielding them from other’s gaze.
This felt… wrong. This felt… strange. She should stop. She should-
Myotismon broke the kiss. He pecked her cheek, before moving down her body, before he began to gently suck on her neck. She felt something hard rub against her skin and her legs gave out. She knew what it was. She felt weak as his arms became the only thing holding her up.
His fangs gently prodded her neck, before he pulled away again. Her wings retreated back to her back as he stared into her eyes.
“That was only a morsel of pleasure, my Queen.” Her body trembled at those simple words. “Allow me to show you what else I can give you.” His hands fell onto her breast armor. She watched his fangs twinkle in the light, before he tore her top apart and tossed it to the ground.
The white cloth of her clothes was torn, and she gasped as she lifted her hands up to cover herself. He stopped her, though.
“My Queen should feel no fear. No shame. She is my greatest trophy. You are beautiful. Let the lesser beings see you for what you are.”
She was beautiful. Something to be worshipped. His words danced in her mind as a smile tugged on her lips. She actually smiled at him, until his sharp nails caught the remaining fabric of her clothes. Her clothes were torn off her body, leaving her naked before his eyes and the eyes of her allies.
Angewomon didn’t cover herself. She allowed her large breasts to bounce freely, gently clapping against her chest as Myotismon smiled. He placed his hands on her chest, squeezing them, digging his nails into her skin, and a moan actually escaped from her lips.
Someone called out to her. Ordered her to pull away, but why should she? When she wanted this… She wanted to feel this pleasure, s-so she could escape, obviously. Yes.
His hands played with her breasts. His nails scratched her firm flesh, before pinching and pulling on her nipples. He twisted them, and her knees nearly gave out under her. Angewomon’s legs quivered as he kissed her again.
Her old Master’s tongue entered her mouth, sliding along her teeth and cheek as her arms embraced him. She clung to him, before he broke the kiss again. He kept one hand on her ass, helping her stand up straight as his other hand grabbed hers.
Angewomon was a puppet in his hands as he brought her hands to his pants. She could feel his thoughts, his desires, and she played the role of a slave to her. For Kari, she reminded herwself.
She pulled his pants down to the ground, and he did the rest. He tore his clothes as easily as he tore hers, revealing the chiseled figure of her Master. He broke the kiss and she admired her lord, feeling a warmth and tingle growing between her legs.
He kissed her lips one last time, and she kissed back, sucking on his tongue until he pushed her down to her knees. The gorgeous woman came face to face with the thick shaft of Myotismon, and the sight of it made her moan.
She licked her plump lips, breathing in his musk. Even in this form, she had a strong sense of smell. The heavenly aroma of the cock danced in her mind, weakening her already brittle will. She leaned forward, pecking the tip of his cock, before she wrapped her tits around the shaft.
Angewomon moved her body up and down, sliding her breasts around the shaft as she felt her Master’s hand on her head. He moaned as her large tits embraced his dick, and his approval made her beam.
“Angewomon! St-aaaah!” Patmon, the self-righteous spawn, ordered her to stop. What right did he have to order her? When she was stronger? When she was willing to do whatever it took to achieve victory? A trait she had learned from her Master, the one who took her in, the one who she was serving at the moment…
Angewomon ignored the cries of pain from the small Digimon as she opened her mouth, letting her tongue slide around the tip of Myotismon’s cock, circling around it, coating it in her saliva. She spat on it, watching it glisten like a jewel when her Master spoke.
“I want to fuck you, my Queen.”
“Yes… Yes, Master,” she obeyed. This was the deal, wasn’t it? This was a taste of what she could gain by returning to her Master.
He was kind enough to offer her sanctuary. Safety. Why shouldn’t she take him up on it?
The voices of the human children rang in her mind. She scowled, before turning her gaze to Myotismon. “As you wish, my Master.”
She turned around, laying on all four. She faced the Digidestined, smiling as she drank in the shock and horror on their faces. Myotismon took her hair in hand, pulling on it, making her arch her back. She cried out in pain as her tits bounced against her chest.
His cock was lubed by her saliva, and even if it wasn’t, her pussy was more than wet enough. A giggle slipped out of her luscious lips. No, it wasn’t really hers anymore. It was a part of her, but it was her Master’s. She was his.
He pushed his cock into her, and she let out a loud cry of pleasure. She felt his cock enter her, slipping in like her angelic body was built for this. He placed his hands on her hips, but she was the one to move her body.
She rode his cock, crying out in pleasure, drowning out the screams and shouts of her former allies. Angewomon felt her Master’s shaft fill her, pounding her body as her tits bounced and smacked against one another.
It felt good. It corrupted her data, but in her mind, it purified her. The corruption of humanity was being burned from her data, curing her of weakness. She tightened her pussy around the shaft of her Master, squeezing his cock, letting her warm, wet flesh become a sheath for his dick.
A hand smacked her ass, turning the pale flesh a subtle pink color. She shook her ass for him, grinning.
“Again! Again! Hit me again, Mast-aaaah!”
He was spanking her. Of course she was being spanked. She was a bad girl. She deserved to be punished, and she made that fact known.
“Please, please, keep hitting me, MAster! I-I deserve to be punished! I never should have betrayed yo-oooh-ooh!”
Myotismon just laughed, pulling on her hair again and bringing his lips close to her ear. He spoke, but somehow his voice could still be heard by each of the humans. “Come now, my Queen. Be honest. You did this to bring the humans to me? To lure them into. Our. Trap.”
Every word, he thrusted into her. Every word, rang as the truth in her mind. She grinned, nodding her head as her blue eyes stared at her former partner.
“Yes.”
“N-no! Angewomon-!”
“Shut up!” she roared, silencing the young woman. “Shut up, shut up! I am not your slave! I am not your partner! I am-ahh! I, ah, my Master’s Queen! His slave! His slut!”
Myotismon fell back. He laid on his back and Angewomon bounced on his cock. He did nothing as her cunt squeezed his cock and milked his dick, feeling his precum smearing along her insides. She moaned loudly, before grinning as she saw fear, despair, and defeat in the eyes of her Master’s enemies.
Her enemies.
“You-ahh, never should have opposed my Master! Now you’ll all-ahhh! Suffer for it!” Myotismon groped her tits, squeezing her breasts as their juices spilled onto the ground. “Y-y-you’ll… Oh, fuck! Master, please! C-can I cum? Can I cum!?”
“Go ahead, my love,” He pinched her nipples, twisting them. “Cum for me, and become who you were meant to be.”
“I love you, Master! I love you, I love you, I-!” Angewomon’s body quivered. She trembled like a leaf, gasping for air as her body drowned in pleasure. She fell into euphoria and ecstasy, drowning in it, feeling her data twist and change.
She was not just Angewomon. She was his Angewomon. One of a kind. Consumed by darkness. She felt it in her very core. A change to her code… Something consumed her mind as Angewomon’s blue eyes flashed red for only a moment.
As her code was corrupted, semen filled her pussy. It was being shot right into her womb, making her belly swell slightly as she moaned in joy. Some of the cum dribbled out of her pussy, sliding down Myotismon’s cock and towards his twitching balls.
Angewomon felt like she had been born anew. She groped her own chest, finding them even bigger than before as her hands failed to properly hold them. She licked her lips as her Master spanked her ass, silently ordering her to rise.
The two stood up, and Angewomon immediately embraced her Master, holding him as a hand fell onto her ass, squeezing it. She stared into the crimson eyes of her Master as the intruders were taken away.
Angewomon didn’t spare one glance at them. She merely embraced her Master, kissing his chest as he kneaded her ass. Once they were alone, she smiled, whispering to her mighty lord.
“Please, Master, will you fuck your slave queen once more?”
