[center][b][u]Eternal Endurance[/u][/b][/center]

More than a mile away from the pilgrimage site, Agumon and Shoutmon could already hear echoing cries, moans and shrieks of obvious, unbound ecstasy. They had been travelling for weeks across the digital world, seeking out this very place. The pair had at first been guided purely by rumour and nervous, inconsistent whisperings from shady sources. Murmurs of powerful Digimon who could impart endless ecstasy on any figure they touched, and suggestions of powers that ran even deeper; influencing not only lust, but love itself. The further the two amorously involved Digimon had come on their journey though, and the closer they had made their way to the mystical site of these great and powerful beings, more and more evidence had begun to pile up. First hand accounts  of encounters with the supposed God of Lust and his herald. Descriptions of their appearances, detailed accounts of their abilities openly confirmed by countless individuals who claimed never to have met one another. Eventually the pair had learned of the place in which the blessed Digimon could be found, and finally, just days ago, concrete directions which had led them to their current location.

All day, Agumon and Shoutmon had been walking the same road. Following the path which they knew without asking a single soul would guide them to the beings they sought. A path lined not with signs to provide directions, but with bodies. Entwined, writhing, moaning bodies. Those who had already met the God and his herald, and who, hours, days, maybe even more time later, were still enthralled by what they had seen and felt. 

Hand in hand the two Digimon walked by a pair of squealing Gazimon, making wild, vigorous love on the grassy verge of the pathway. Soon they passed a hulking Garurumon, lying upon his back, whimpering and yelping in bliss as two Gomamon kissed and lapped at the tip of his swollen erection, grinding their own arousal up against the swollen length of the much larger, champion level Digimon's shaft. The closer they came to the source of all this pleasure, currently hidden over the crest of the grassy hill upon which the path was set, the more frequent and populous became the groups of digital beings making shameless, public displays of their sexual liberation. Men and women. Rookies to Ultimates. All shapes, sizes and types. More varied and numerous Digimon were present here than either Agumon or Shoutmon had ever seen in their lifetime, brought together by the same singular desire.

To feel the touch of the divine.

"I... I can't believe this is happening. That we're really here."

Agumon's voice trembled as he clutched at his partner's hand, glancing towards the dragon-like Digimon by his side and drawing strength from Shoutmon's eager, twinkling eyes. 

"Believe it, my love. I told you I would make your first time the most memorable experience of your life. I told you that your sheltered upbringing would not go to waste, and that I would make all that you have been denied so far in life something to motivate you... not to sadden or embarrass you. This is the way. The best way... the [i]only[/i] way I know I can make that promise a reality."

Shoutmon squeezed at his lover's quivering paw, and leaned over to peck Agumon gently upon the cheek.

"When I touched you for the first time, and you asked me what I was doing... I knew that the universe had sent you to me for a reason. To show you how much of a blessing physical pleasure can be. I'd always dreamed of meeting a man like you, Agu... a man so innocent, so pure, but so eager to explore the unknown when it is revealed to him."

Reaching down between Agumon's legs with his free hand, Shoutmon wrapped his fingers around his lover's stiff, twitching erection. An erection that had barely deflated for even a moment since he had met Agumon several months before, but which had never been brought to release by manual stimulation or even an erotic dream. 

"You are a special treat for a man like me, Agumon. And you know how hard I've fought not to squander the gift you are willing to give me on some quick fireside fuck. I've waited. I've held back and given you my word that I would not take your cherry until I found the perfect place. The perfect time. The perfect moment. But now... that time is here. And so are we."

The two Digimon had not stopped walking as they spoke to one another, and even as Shoutmon fondled his lover's package they had continued to stroll along, albeit somewhat more slowly. Thus, they now stood at the top of the hill. To their left and right, giddy grunts, moans and cries erupted from a veritable carpet of copulating and masturbating Digimon, now filling the grassy ground either side of the track almost completely. It was beyond the peak of the hill however, in the valley which now spread out before their shared gaze, to which Shoutmon was referring. The promised land. The place to which they had been travelling all this time, and the location where Agumon was to surrender his innocence at long last. 

The place of which Shoutmon had been hearing rumours since the very first time he lay with another Digimon, exchanging naughty fantasies as they touched themselves side by side. 

The Seat of Ecstasy.

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"Yes! More... m-[i]more[/i]! Oh g-god... [b]yes[/b]!"

Flamedramon knelt on all fours, eyes glazed, mind blank, thinking of nothing but pleasure. Behind him, a particularly well hung Digimon was burying a thick length of manhood inside his rump. He hadn't looked around to see who the individual was, but then, he hadn't done so for the last three guys, so it didn't really seem necessary. Beneath him, as far as Flamedramon knew, Impmon was still suckling at his cock; drinking the endless flood of hot spurts gushing forth from within his eternally needy frame. He could feel the smaller Digimon's own cum hitting him in the chest, arching up from where Impmon lay upon his back, head tilted to better allow him to swallow Flamey's near infinite load. The cries of pleasure currently echoing in his ears however were coming from the one Digimon he could most definitely identify. The creature standing before him, gripping at the sides of his face as he humped feverishly at Flamedramon's muzzle, was a male Gatomon. A small but powerful champion level Digimon, whose surprisingly thick member had been unloading itself down Flamedramon's throat now for almost five non-stop minutes.

For Flamedramon, Herald of the God of Lust, this was nothing out of the ordinary of course. In fact, today as a whole had been rather tame by normal standards. All it took was a fraction of the digital male's willpower to extend his ultra-intense libido beyond his own body, so that mere contact with him was enough to ensure that each of the males making love to him now were wracked by constant, savage orgasms. He had catered to hundreds of such souls in the last week alone, and thousands upon thousands since himself and Guilmon had first been [i]discovered[/i], bringing their new abilities to light.

The first time, it hadn't even been intentional. 

A Gabumon, merely going about his own business, had stumbled upon the spot where Guilmon and Flamedramon had set about one another, embarking upon a wild, lengthy and gloriously messy bout of sexual activity. His gasps of shock as he witnessed the two males fucking feverishly, surrounded by small lakes of their own cum in various stages of drying, had caused the two Digimon to turn their lust-addled minds away from one another, and onto him. And suddenly, without even realising what they were doing, Flamedramon and Guilmon had found all their lustful thoughts and feelings surging beyond themselves, through the air, and into the wide eyed, blushing Gabumon before them.

Within seconds he had fallen to the ground, on his knees, howling and begging for release. Moments later, that release came, and he began to cum. To flow like a fountain, shooting hot, gushing streaks of seed high into the air before his cock had even risen to full arousal. 

When finally the two eternally horny Digimon had been able to tear their eyes away from the spurting, shrieking Gabumon, and his unprovoked orgasmic rapture had ceased, he had fled with his still spurting cock clutched in both hand. Days later though, he returned. He had sought out the trail of the two apparently supernaturally endowed Digimon, guided by his still engorged, cumming cock, and returned to their immediate vicinity in search of yet more of that same unbearable, but unthinkably wonderful pleasure. 

On that occasion, however, he had not been alone.

So began a steady procession of visitors. Slowly and shyly at first, but then, as word began to spread, more and more numerous and eager.

They didn't care that Guilmon and Flamedramon claimed not to be any sort of divine beings, and paid little heed to the warnings that neither male truly understood how they were able to do what they now appeared able to do thanks to the overdose of aphrodisiac they had consumed. All they cared about was getting the two men worked up.

Flamedramon, having been less well endowed with natural stamina prior to Guilmon dosing him with the EJ69 formula, retained some minor control over his sexual function. He remained eternally aroused, of course, and the slightest mention of sexual stimulation was enough to bring him to the very brink of ecstasy, but it took actual physical contact to set him off. To cause the Digimon to erupt into non-stop, joyous orgasmic rapture, and to unlock the capacity to set loose the same passion in others. 

Guilmon however, already almost as horny as Flamedramon was now [i]prior[/i] to his own self inflicted overdose, needed no such encouragement. Though he could still walk, think and even carry out almost entirely civil conversations whilst unstimulated, his cock was constantly hard, throbbing, and spurting forth hot streaks of cum. His life was one long, endless orgasm. But when touched... when stimulated, his body became something far more than a conduit through which his sexual energy could pass. It became a beacon. A transmitter. Sending wirelessly and without contact, the same levels of pleasure that he was forced to eternally endure, to all those upon which he laid eyes.

Thus, the myth arose. The fastest spreading legend any living Digimon could recall. Greater even than the legend of the Digidestined.  

The Legend of the God of Lust, and his Herald.

Guilmon and Flamedramon had made their way to a valley, a supposedly peaceful, secluded valley where they could spend time together and shower one another with affection without influencing others by accident. That peace, however, had not lasted long. 

Visitors began to arrive, at first told of the location by Gabumon and his friends, then by friends of those friends, and soon by complete strangers who had themselves heard about it from complete strangers. 

They begged to witness the power of the God of Lust for themselves, and to be granted the chance to lay their hands upon his Herald, so that they might feel his ecstasy first-hand. 

They brought gifts. Fruits and other delectable foodstuffs. Items of furniture, rare artefacts from throughout the digital lands. They built shrines, camps, and a road. A road leading to the vast, cushion and blanket covered granite slab which Guilmon and Flamedramon could practically call their home, as well as their bed. 

They would not take no for an answer, and would not believe that Guilmon and Flamedramon were anything less than divine. 

And so, after a week or so, the two lust-ridden Digimon began to play along. 

To play the roles into which their lives had been thrown, and more importantly, to enjoy them.

Day after day, the two male Digimon were able to not only live in the lap of luxury, but do so whilst being serviced by loving followers... followers willing to satiate their endless sexual appetites, and ask nothing but a fraction of that pleasure for themselves in return. And at night, while their followers camped and laughed and ate and drank and fucked by firelight close by, Guilmon and Flamedramon were able to indulge in one another; undisturbed, uninterrupted, totally free to be together... in love, in lust, bathing the valley in their palpable ecstasy, without any need to restrain themselves.

"N-nnhh! N-no more... please. Oh god, it's too much. I... I c-can't..."

With a rumbling purr of relief, the Gatomon stumbled back, pulling his still spurting cock free from Flamedramon's lips and lashing the male across the face with one final, passionate streak of his seed. He reeled away, drunk on pleasure and fondling his swollen, throbbing shaft, seeking refuge behind the seat of ecstasy; out of the way of Guilmon's gaze and the unparalleled euphoria that a single instant of contact could ignite.

Flamedramon growled when he saw that the pathway before him, mere metres away from where Guilmon was currently showering a handful of devotees with his cum as they groped and squeezed and fondled their own explosively cumming cocks, was clear. All around him, across the valley's grassy meadow-like floor, couples, groups and individuals lay writhing in bliss; all having received their deity's blessing already that day, or so caught up in the atmosphere of intense euphoria that they did not require it to fuel their savage, urgent fucking, love-making or masturbation. There was not a single individual who seemed to be searching for a hole, perhaps a muzzle, to satisfy them. 

Except...

The Digmon's eyes lit up as he saw two figures walking down the path from the hilltop side of the valley. 

He closed his eyes, extending his libido out not in a wave of pleasure, but with careful, delicate, testing strokes. If nothing else, this time spent engaged in constant sexual bliss had allowed himself and Guilmon to greatly hone their new abilities to the point where they were easily controlled. He touched the two Digimon, and waited, seeking to learn what kind of response they would have to the slightest provocation of their sexual drives. 

Even at a distance, he saw them stagger. A smirk crossed his muzzle, and both behind and beneath him, the two Digimon still pleasuring and being pleasured by Flamedramon cried out in ever more intense delight.

A moment later, the echo of their response returned to the male's mind. His eyes widened, and a deep groan of excitement slipped through his lips 

"S-stop..."

His breathless moan was quiet, but it reverberated through his body and reached the two men to which he was currently connected as clear as day. With a great deal of effort, but with minimal delay, they complied. 

"Thank you. Thank you both. Please, enjoy one another... share what you have felt, and may a connection be forged between your souls as well as your loins."

Flamedramon rose shakily to his feet, his cock still pulsing, still lashing the ground before him with hot ropes of his cum. As he spoke, he reached out and touched his two most recent lovers upon the throbbing, twitching tips of their own cocks. A moment later, with a gleeful giggle, the Impmon pounced upon the Palmon who had been ploughing Flamey from behind, and without a second thought the two began to make out passionately... kissing as their cocks rubbed feverishly together, and continued to spurt liberally across one another's newly entwined torsos. 

Not a word was spoken between Flamedramon and Guilmon, but somehow the supposed God of Lust knew that his Herald needed him. With one final snarl and stroke of his eternally cumming cock, Guilmon leapt off his throne and landed directly in front of the worshippers who had been bathing in his ejaculations. Teasingly, grinning all the while, he reached out and tapped each of them gently upon the forehead with a single, cum-stained claw. Their eyes rolled back into their heads, and with unmatched sobs of desperate ecstasy, each and every one of them fell to the ground in a quivering heap as their bodies began to cum with a renewed and vastly superior intensity.

"Mmmhh... w-what's going on?"

Guilmon shivered happily as Flamedramon took one of his hands and pecked him upon the cheek, both males resisting the ever present urge to drag one another to the ground and begin rutting until the end of time itself. 

"Don't look, but... one of the two guys coming down the path, he's a virgin."

Flamedramon's words rang loudly in Guilmon's ears, drawing a dazzling grin across the god-like Digimon's cheeks.

"A virgin? D-does he want me to break him in?"

Chuckling softly, Flamedramon shook his head.

"It's even better than that. Now, try not to freak out... okay?"

Guilmon swallowed thickly, squeezing his lover's hand, and nodded.

"Okay."

The two males shuddered as their hands clutched at one another tighter and tighter, their cocks both straining and spilling ever larger loads out across the ground before them. Merely touching like this was enough to drive them both mad with desire, and it took almost all their willpower to contain those urges... thankfully limiting the influence which Guilmon was having on those around them, including the two ever approaching men about whom they were talking.

Flamedramon licked his lips, leaned in close to his beloved mate, and whispered in his ear.

"I don't think he's ever cum before."

Guilmon's eyes shot open, staring deep into Flamedramon's own.

"F-Flamey..."

The two men's eyes remained fixated upon one another, fighting to contain the surging, boiling lust that Flamedramon's comment had awoken within his partner. At the last possible moment, before it consumed them both, Guilmon's head snapped to the left, eyes fixing upon the first Digimon he saw.

Another Gazimon, one of almost thirty of the rabbit-like Digimon strewn around the valley, screamed with haggard rapture as he absorbed the full force of Guilmon's lust. He came with such force that his companion, another Gazimon currently suckling upon his cock, was knocked backwards, gagging and gasping, by the force of the eruption.  

Little did either one of them know, that potent, unexpected climax was only the beginning. 

The Gazimon would not stop cumming for another forty eight hours, and with every gulp of cum his companion swallowed, he would temporarily join his lover in endless orgasmic ecstasy. For two whole days, they would almost understand how it felt to [i]be[/i] the God and his Herald. And it would be the greatest two days of their lives.

For Guilmon however, the one he was interested in granting such joy to had not yet arrived by his side. He stood still as stone, clutching at Flamedramon's hand and holding his eyes tightly shut, not wishing to glimpse this supposed virgin of all things sexual until the moment was right. He listened intently as his lover told him of their approach; describing the pair, a Shoutmon and an Agumon, both blushing, both looking very overwhelmed by what was going on all around them. Guilmon smiled as he heard that they too were holding hands, and giggled in amusement as Flamedramon guessed that it was the Agumon who was the virgin. He had known several Agumon in the past, including the most famous Agumon of them all, and they were certainly not renowed for their chaste, innocent behaviour.

Soon, the two couples stood face to face. Clearly Agumon and Shoutmon knew whom they were facing, for they attempted to bow in reverence, only for Guilmon to stop them mid-stoop by asking Flamedramon...

"They're not bowing are they? Other Digimon always look like such prats when they bow to us..."

Flamedramon just grinned and squeezed his lover's hand, and nodded as Shoutmon glanced at him, clearly seeking approval to address them.

"Please... I... that is, we..."

Cutting the bashful Digimon off mid sentence, Guilmon cleared his throat and spoke up playfully.

"You're here because you wanna give the man you love the greatest first time of his life, right?"

Agumon and Shoutmon stared at one another in amazement, then back at Guilmon and Flamedramon.

Guilmon smirked.

"They're gawping, aren't they. Oh, I love it when I make them gawp... can't I open my eyes yet, Flamey? Just a peek? I wanna see their faces!"

Flamedramon chuckled fondly.

"Soon, Guil. But first... tell us, Agumon. Why is it that you have gone your whole life without experiencing sexual pleasure?"

For a moment, Agumon didn't react at all. It was as if he hadn't heard the question, and for a split-second or so Flamedramon actually began to wonder if that was the case. Eventually though, Agumon drew in a deep, shaky breath, and spoke. His voice was soft, nervous, and filled not with shame exactly, but the ghost of shame. Of a time when he had been made to feel that way, though he no longer believed it himself.

"I was raised by two very... v-very [i]dark[/i] Digimon. They wanted me to be their servant, and tried to instil total obedience in me. They watched me twenty four hours a day, n-no matter what I was doing. I never had privacy. [i]Never[/i]. Until... u-until I was fully grown. Until the day that Shoutmon rescued me, a-and... and set me free."

Flamedramon and Guilmon frowned. It wasn't often they heard bad news these days, for normally the Digimon who came to the valley were either seeking to leave such darkness behind them, or to retain the joy that was currently flourishing in their lives. They did both know that there was still evil in the digital world though, albeit not in their little corner, and it saddened them both to hear of Agumon's plight.

"We're both terribly sorry to hear of your misfortune, and glad to know that you are no longer tormented by those horrible Digimon. But... if I may ask, why are you still chaste to this day? Why did you not explore yourself when you had the chance, or... or with Shoutmon. Forgive me, but... you two are [i]together[/i], are you not?"

Shoutmon and Agumon each nodded, bashful smiles crossing their faces as they looked at one another. It was Shoutmon however, not his partner, who answered the question.

"He had suffered a great deal, and it took quite some time for those wounds, physical and mental, to heal. Until then, I remained with him as a friend only. It was to be his choice to take our relationship further... and it was the happiest day of my life the day he told me he loved me, and wanted to be [i]with[/i] me. After that, my mission in life changed. It wasn't just about making him happy and safe, it was about making him feel good. Physically good. But... I didn't just want it to be a night that was special because it was his first time. I wanted his first time to be truly fitting given all that he's been through. A first time so good, it would be worth the wait."

Guilmon growled passionately, and took over Shoutmon's train of thought.

"So you sought us out. Hoping that we could make you and Agumon's first time something special. Something... truly unique."

Nervously, Shoutmon nodded.

"Yes. I... I heard you can make orgasms last. Not just seconds, but minutes, even hours. I want Agumon's first orgasm to be so long, he can't ever forget how it feels. I want him to be able to savour that first time. To live within that moment, a-and not have it end until every last shred of the darkness that was driven into him has been pushed out, and replaced with nothing but joy."

Flamedramon and Guilmon's hands tightened within one another's grip, and they both swallowed thickly, heart overflowing with emotion. Turning his head away from the two blushing, excited and yet ever so nervous Digimon, Guilmon opened his eyes a crack, meeting his lover's gaze.

"C-can we?"

Flamedramon's own cheeks reddened.

"If you hadn't suggested it, I would have."

With a giddy giggle, Guilmon closed his eyes once more. Flamedramon turned back to face Agumon and Shoutmon, beaming broadly.

"Come with us. To the seat... the cushions and blankets and pillows over here. Climb up, cuddle up together, and get cosy."

The two Digimon did as they were told, blushing and whispering to each other as they advanced with Flamedramon and Guilmon walking slowly behind them. They couldn't help but notice countless pairs of eyes, eyes laced with lust and desire and even a little envy, trained upon them as they walked. Before long they were scrambling up onto the well padded slab of granite just as instructed, and a few moments later Flamedramon and Guilmon, the latter with his eyes still tightly closed, were climbing up behind them.

They lay down, wrapped up in one another's arms, looking deep into each other's eyes.

Guilmon's voice, deep, thick and filled with emotion, echoed through them from close by.

"I love you, Flamey..."

Another voice, Flamedramon's own, followed soon after. 

"I love you too, Guil."

Unable to help themselves, wracked with curiosity, Agumon and Shoutmon glanced over towards the source of the voices. They blushed, giggling and clutching one another tighter, feeling the tips of their swollen erections rub together just as they did when they cuddled every single night. Before their eyes, the two divine Digimon were getting ready to fuck. Guilmon was straddling his lover, his already spurting, pulsing cock coating Flamedramon's rump in slick streaks of cum, lubricating him perfectly for what was about to happen.

Guilmon's eyes were tightly shut as he readied himself to slide into his beloved mate, but his gaze was directly straight at Agumon and Shoutmon. When his eyes opened, he'd be staring right at them.

With a soft whimper, he pressed his hips forward, and began to sink into his lover's wonderfully hot, tight ass.

Flamedramon gurgled. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his already throbbing, twitching cock began to erupt violently. Hot gouts of cum boiled out at high speed, spurting up over his head and beyond the reach of the seat of ecstasy as a whole, landing somewhere in the grassy meadow beyond. Already Agumon and Shoutmon could see cum overflowing from between his tight rump and the cock buried inside it, the two Digimon grunting in delight and squirming in excitement as it occurred to them that very soon, they could be engaged in the very same act for the first time.

Guilmon's hips pumped once. Twice. Three times; each occasion driving himself a little deeper into Flamedramon's ass.

He cried out. Howled. Roared in ecstasy.

"I... I love you, Guil!!"

Still cumming hard as his partner's cock plunged ever deeper into his rear, Flamedramon wailed his adoration for the man he loved. 

That was all it took. 

Guilmon's eyes sprang wide open, and with a desperate, almost rather pathetic whimper of abject desire and need for his beloved Flamey, the God of Lust truly let go of his inhibitions.

All around the meadow, inescapably, uncontrollably, utterly without hesitation or dignity, every single Digimon began to cum. 

Their screams rolled and rang through the valley like claps of thunder and shrill, deafening peals of lightning. They thrashed and kicked and flailed like ragdolls caught in a tornado, clutching at the nearest warm body and grinding up against it, genuinely certain that there was no creature in all the digital world that they would rather have been holding onto, grinding up against, wrapping themselves around, or pressing deep into, at that moment. 

Wave after wave of unfathomably intense pleasure crashed over each and every individual present within the valley, and even a few of those yet to reach what was thought to be the limits of the divine Digimon's range. At the eye of the storm however, in the very centre of it all, Guilmon and Flamedramon were not alone, as was usually the case.

The truth was, that what everyone else was feeling right then... what was driving them to cum again and again and again, a new orgasm erupting within them what felt like each and every second, was not emanating from Guilmon and Flamedramon at all.

What they were feeling was only the backwash. The aftershocks of the first, and most devastating quake of them all.

There was a reason, after all, that Guilmon and Flamedramon only made love to one another at night. When it was dark, and Guilmon, even with his eyes wide open, could not see any individual who could be forced to endure the full impact of his internal, eternal euphoria.

But now, with daylight still beating down upon them and Guilmon's eyes staring, glazed and glassy, at Agumon and Shoutmon, two Digimon were finally privy to the same experience as that first, unsuspecting Gabumon.

They bore the full, undiluted force of not only Guilmon's lust, but his love, too. 

Every wonderful, joyous, pure feeling for one another they had ever felt was amplified a thousand-fold, and beyond. Every desire came to life, spinning and twisting into an imaginary narrative in a telepathic bridge between them. Every urge. Every need. Every longing made reality in a single instant.

A feeling began to swell inside the two Digimon. A feeling which Shoutmon had experienced countless times in his life, but which his partner had never known before. They felt their bodies beginning to tremble. They felt their muscles tensing, and clutched at one another tighter, unable to speak as their breath was stolen away by the force of what they were feeling. Their bodies squirmed and bucked. They shuddered violently, and a nervous, desperately ovewhelmed cry escaped Agumon as he felt himself losing control. His body was stripping away his most basic motor functions, leaving him at the mercy of... of something. A feeling he had never encountered before, so strong, so utterly dominant that it terrified him every bit as much as it enthralled him.

He couldn't hold on. He couldn't hold back. It was like he was going to... like he actually, genuinely was about to... 

Shoutmon wailed happily as he felt something hot, wet and sticky lash across his upper thigh, and saw the most wonderfully shocked, stunned, giddy expression crossing over his beloved Agumon's face. An expression that was at first rife with confusion, not understanding why his body was reacting so violently... trying to interpret these new sensations he had never known before. And then, as reality dawned upon the no longer denied, no longer chaste Digimon, his eyes lit up. He let slip a moan; not a moan of need or longing or frustration, but of relief. Of release. His hips jerked. Bucked. His body ground up against that of his lover, and yet another streak of wetness splashed out over Shoutmon's body. 

"Y-you're..."

More and more. Thicker, longer, deliciously rich ropes of hot seed began to spray out across Shoutmon's own trembling, bucking body as he called out breathlessly to the Digimon quivering and moaning within his arms. 

"Oh god, Agumon... y-you're really... a-[i]ahhhhh[/i]..."

He was too. His own cock spurting and throbbing and staining Agumon's golden body with streaks of glistening white seed. But that wasn't what mattered. Not to him, not right then anyway. He could enjoy his own ecstasy soon enough, but right now... this was all about Agumon. 

Agumon's first time. 

Agumon's first orgasm.

"You're cumming, Agu..."

Shoutmon wrapped his free hand around his lover's cock, a cock he'd seen swelling with insatiable arousal so many times, and did as he had dreamed of doing countless times since they'd met and begun to love one another. He began to stroke, to squeeze, and to rub Agumon's needy, aching cock.

"You're cumming. Don't stop, Agu... don't hold back. Cum for me. Cum for [i]you[/i]. Don't stop for anything or anyone."

Agumon wouldn't stop.

He couldn't, even if he had wanted to... which he most certainly did not.

He wanted to cum forever. Hell, it already felt like he had been cumming forever, but he still never wanted it to end. 

The long denied, pent up Digimon wailed happily, bucking his hips, flailing, kicking, curling his toes and clutching hungrily at Shoutmon within his arms. His cock throbbed and strained, each tensing of his internal muscles bringing about a burst of pleasure so powerful it made him see stars. He could feel the liquid lust of his cum surging through him, flowing from deep inside his balls, rushing through the trembling length of his swollen shaft, and out! With every squeeze of Shoutmon's hand around him, every uncontrollable, instinctive bucking of his hips, he screamed. He cried and moaned and gurgled in overwhelmed joy and a frantic, greedy plea for yet more of the same. 

He could feel his love for Shoutmon boiling inside him, amplified by the feelings erupting from Guilmon and Flamedramon close by. He could feel everything, every last little twitch, twinge and jerk of his pleasure stricken body, just as his lover had always promised he would. And, most importantly of all, he could understand. Like only that one, solitary Gabumon had ever been able to, he could truly understand the full depth and reach of the raw sexual power that dwelt within the God of Lust and his Herald.

Thus, he gurgled, and moaned, and shrieked in joyous bliss. He stared skyward, eyes glazed and pupils dilated with excitement, and imagined a thousand and one scenarios that he could achieve to make him feel like this. To bring forth yet another orgasm. From simply sitting down and wrapping his own hand around his cock, to burying it in Shoutmon's rear and fucking him feverishly, to all manner of wonderfully weird, kinky ideas that Agumon never would have been able to consider before... before he knew how it felt to be free. To be safe and warm in the arms of perfect bliss. To be cumming. He howled to the heavens, every moment bringing his orgasm to new heights as not only his body, but his mind began to open up to all that it was now capable of experiencing.

Now he knew.

He knew how it felt to cum, and he knew the truth which that feeling held within it.

The absolute truth, contained within the perfect moment of ecstasy.

He didn't want it to end. He didn't want [i]this[/i] moment, and [i]this[/i] amazing, first time feeling to end.

And thanks to Guilmon and Flamedramon, themselves feeding off the endless thrill of granting him this incredible first glimpse into heavenly rapture, it never had to.

The more Guilmon and Flamedramon fucked, the more glorious and eternally wonderful the experience of Agumon's first orgasm became. And the more intense, pleasurable and unforgettably perfect Agumon's first orgasm became, the less likely it was that Guilmon and Flamedramon would stop.

Pleasure was like a drug, and there was no hit, no high so perfect as the very first time.

"Yes!"

Guilmon screamed happily as he pounded at the rump of his beloved Flamedramon, both their minds blazing with the unrivalled intensity of this first ever orgasm that they had captured and nurtured to such glorious extremes.

Of course, first times never lasted forever.

"[i]Yes[/i]!"

Because if they did... no-one would ever stop.

"Oh god, A-Agumon... [b]Yes[/b]! Keep going... k-keep cumming! Oh [i]fuck[/i], it's so... s-[b]so[/b] good!"

No-one would ever, [i]ever[/i] stop.



By Jeeves