Myotismon - Digimon PSL

[regenerant]

[Storyline starts here]

Hidden away in the darkness of Myotismon's castle for days on end, Holly soon lost all sense of time. She slept when she was tired, regardless of day or night, and woke by either hunger or her master's hands roving possessively over her body. She wore nothing but a collar around her neck, so that she could wait on Myotismon's pleasure any time he desired her. After days like this, the outside world had started to feel like a dream, a stray phrase of code that infected her mind but had no substance to it. Myotismon's touch was much more real to her now.

Would she have felt different if she had only known of the clashes happening around her in the digital world, the ferocity with which Angewoman fought Myotismon for Holly's freedom? Maybe it would have touched Holly's heart to know she wasn't given up for lost - or maybe it would have driven her further into despair over her own weakness.

All Holly could know was what Myotismon chose to tell her for her own torment.

She waited for him now, with nothing to occupy her thoughts but wondering where he had gone for so long. As dirty as she felt when he bedded her, it was at least a distraction from the endless darkness and loneliness of her time without him. At last she heard the door knob turn, and she sat up in the large bed, anxious eyes on the door as Myotismon stepped through. Despite the darkness she now inhabited, her body was still pale and fresh with youth, marred only by the fang marks littered over her skin, marks of ownership as much as the collar was. The bites stung a bit as she moved, ghost memories of all the times he'd stolen her blood along with her innocence.

But deep in the pit of her stomach, she felt the fluttering pleasure of anticipation.

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[digitalvampire]

[He pushes into her mouth easily, a leather clad finger sliding across her tongue. He allows himself deep but not so much that she might gag on his fingers. The hypnotism needs a chance to settle within her mind, after all. He can't have her getting all riled up again.]

Someone was being quite naughty, wasn't she?

[Despite everything... He's not about to let her transgression go unpunished. A slight is a slight, after all.]

How do you intend to make it up to me, pet? Show me what you're going to give me and maybe I'll consider forgiving you.

[regenerant]

[Holly has only one thing left to offer him: her body. And with her licking slowly against the pad of Myotismon's leather covered finger, it's easy to pretend that little outburst never happened and she's only too happy to give herself to him again.

The only other thing she can offer beyond the soft embrace of her body is this - turning her head to offer up the pale expanse of her neck. Blood pulses through her carotid artery, the faintest flutter beneath the skin. Rich, pure. Tempting. A sign of submission to offer her master the very life in her veins.]