In Service to Darkness 7 (Patreon)

When I woke up this morning, curled around Ami, buried in her with a hand around her belly while the other cupped a breast, I probably should have foreseen how it would proceed. Despite that, I was still surprised to find us, not five minutes later, rutting again. I was on my back, while she was grinding her hips into mine, her hands on my chest as she used her upper arms to press her tits together.

Her gray eyes were wide open and staring at me. Her hair fell over one eye, but she didn't try to brush it aside or move it away. Instead, she stared, almost like she was waiting for something from me. I wasn't sure what she wanted, so I just kept thrusting into her until she reached down and pulled me close enough to kiss. The warmth of her body against mine and the softness of her lips pressed against mine made my cock twitch inside of her.

She broke off our kiss after only a few seconds, but continued to hold me tightly. Then, she kissed along my neck and shoulder before reaching down between us to start rubbing herself off. As her fingers slipped across her clit, I felt myself growing harder. My balls tightened and my breathing grew shallow. She knew exactly what she was doing, too; she moved faster and faster until she started panting. It seemed like she'd never get there fast enough, though, because she finally cried out loudly, then collapsed onto me. It was at that point, moments before I was about to cum, when my phone began to ring.

I glared at it, ringing away cheerily on the floor twenty feet away. Ami, for her part, got a rather worrisome grin on her face as she hopped off me and ran over to pick it up. In a blink, she was back, sliding my cock into her pussy as she placed my phone between her breasts before swiping the answer option.

Unfortunately, either Ami’s swipe included the video call button or the caller made it mandatory, because I was met with the green haired face of Kishibe Rei, “Emile-kun! I hope you had a wonderful evening, but I’m afraid you’ll have to come in early. There’s a Rat Problem in the building that you are uniquely suited to dealing with.”

“I’ll be in as soon as I have a chance to show, Kishibe-san,” I answered, doing an admirable job at keeping my voice firm and level, in my opinion. That was despite Ami doing some amazing things with her inner muscles.

“Splendid! Just splendid! Oh, and do bring along whichever of the Digidestined you’re currently buried in, they’ll probably be helpful.”

The call ended before I could reply, and Ami paused, staring down at the phone with an odd expression on her face. After a moment, she looked up at me and said, “That was not as kinky and a lot creepier than I thought it would be.”

“Agreed,” I said, before grabbing onto her hips and rolling us over. “We need to shower, but first I’m going to finish inside you again.”

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Terriermon arrived shortly after we got out of the shower, and the three of us then made our way to the Kamishiro/Lilithsoft office building. It confused Ami, why two megacorps both had their names on the building, but I explained along the way. Technically neither megacorp owned the building, they just rented office space within it.

My official position was in a little bit of a gray area, because I wasn’t actually employed by Kamishiro or Lilithsoft. I was employed by the building. In theory, it meant I didn’t answer to either company head. In practice, it meant I answered to both of them. Which was a real pain in the ass at times, especially when Kishibe and Montblanc agreed on something, like moving me out of my nice, comfy office in the basement up to the top floor. On top of that, I filled her in on the situation regarding the Chuumon who was possessing Ogura Ichimaru’s body. That was almost certainly what Kishibe had called about.

When we finally arrived, DemiDevimon flew up onto my shoulder as I walked into the building. He sent a suspicious look Ami’s way, but didn’t say anything as we got into the elevator and went up. We passed several floors on the way up to the thirty-ninth, where the penthouse offices were located. When the doors opened, we stepped out into a small lobby, which was really more of an anteroom. A door to the left led to a set of stairs leading to the rest of the building. To the right stood another door, this one marked with a large sign reading Kamishiro Enterprises.

“Here we go,” I said, walking through the doorway and into a long hallway lined with doors. Only a few, no more than six all together. I briefly paused to glare at the nameplate on one, Emile Peter, before continuing on and entering the office dominating the end of the hallway, its own nameplate reading Kishibe Rei, CEO. Now that I was annoyed rather than terrified, I was actually able to take in the office. The room was massive, easily bigger than any apartment I'd lived in during high school. I stopped just short of the center of the room and waited while Terriermon and Ami followed me inside.

After taking stock of the room, I turned to face the ever smug Kishibe and asked, “I assume that you have heard about Ogura?”

“Indeed, Emile-kun,” she said in that annoying, cutesy, Umbridge-like manner of hers. “I must admit, I was expecting you to have been with the Kamiya girl, to punish the Takaishi lad who attacked your little food stall.”

I didn’t have to look behind me to know that Ami was just as creeped out as I was, even ignoring the trash fetish element of what she was suggesting. Before either of us could ask a question, Kishibe reached onto the floor next to her chair and lifted a cat carrier, placing it on her desk.

“Pete?!” Ami asked in shock, seeing the blue furred digimon inside.

“Hey, Ami-chan!” he greeted her. “I was given jerky!”

I gave the little guy a smile as I walked over and picked up the carrier. Pete hopped to the front, giving me a grin, “Hi there! Kyoko-chan asked me to get a head start sniffing out the Chuumon for you, then the lady here found me and gave me jerky and asked me to wait in here for you and gave me more jerky and…”

“Alright,” I said with a chuckle, “How about you tell us more later.”

“Okay!”

I opened up the carrier, allowing him to hop out and bounce over to Ami, who bent down and picked him up. Holding him in her arms like the cat he resembled, the office was soon filled with the sound of purring as she pet him. Chuckling again, I turned back to Kishibe and asked, “Are there any specific orders, or do you just want the Chuumon gone?”

“If possible, figure out what happened to Ogura-san, and how it began to puppet his body in the first place. If not, make sure that it can’t bodyjack another employee,” she answered, a vicious gleam in her eyes.

I nodded once, then headed towards the door, saying, “We’ll see you later.”

“Do be careful, Emile-kun! That ass of yours had better not be damaged when you get back,” Kishibe called out as we left the office.

“So… that’s the CEO of Kamishiro Enterprises?” Ami asked hesitantly, glancing back at the door as we made our way to my new and ‘improved’ office.

“Yup,” I said.

“Is she always…”

“Oh yeah, just another reason I’m mad at your compatriots. I’ve been given a non-negotiable promotion as a ‘consolation’ for losing my office. Which means I’m now in regular, close proximity with her.”

Ami glanced back towards Kishibe’s office door, a mildly disturbed expression on her face as she followed me inside. I took in my new office, even as the windows began to darken, turning the once brightly lit office to something akin to a cloudless, full moon night. True to what Kishibe had said when telling me about the promotion yesterday, DemiDevimon’s cat furniture ahd been moved up, and along the north wall there was a coffee machine, along with half a dozen boxes of Bakemon’s favorite blend.

Bakemon floated out of the coffee maker, only to shriek and turn around when he saw Ami.

“Relax, bud,” I said as I took off my motorcycle jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “She and I have come to an agreement, the assholes who came to the old office won’t be coming back.”

Bakemon’s head peeked out the side of the coffee maker, “You sure?”

“From what I’ve heard, they’ve been reassigned to the opposite ends of Japan,” Ami said as she set Pete down. “I’m just here to help with the Chuumon.”

His gaze focusing, Bakemon drifted entirely out of the coffee maker and said, “The Chuumon is sending out roughly a gig of data from the server room on the twentieth floor each day at noon. That’s how he’s managed to avoid being spotted so far. I’ve followed the data trail into EDEN, but stopped following when it went into Kowloon. From what I’ve seen, I’m certain that Chuumon’s not the one who came up with this scheme.”

Ami gave a bright smile and nodded. I walked over to the desk and told her, “You can connect to EDEN through my computer. You deal with the Chuumon, I’ll start looking for the one who’s receiving the data?”

“Sure thing,” Ami said, before she got a mischievous grin. She pushed me into the desk’s chair before plopping herself onto my lap, grinding her ass against me. I’d barely had time to blink in surprise before her body turned into code and flowed into the computer monitor.

“Minx,” I grumbled good naturedly before DemiDevimon, Bakemon, and I all shifted into EDEN ourselves.

The cyber-world was an entirely different kind of place from the real one. Gone were the bright neon lights and bustling cityscapes; in their place, darkness and eerie silence reigned. I glanced up at the sky, not expecting to see stars, but seeing instead a giant green eye that seemed to be everywhere at once. A chill ran down my spine as I realized this was a sign of EDEN’s watchful presence, something that made me uneasy even though we had nothing to hide from the system.

Bakemon drifted ahead of us and motioned for us to follow him through the narrow alleys of Kowloon, easily the oldest part of EDEN. The area was more heavily populated than most would assume, by both digimon and humans. Most of the latter were criminals, smugglers, hackers, or some other type of miscreant. There were a few less shady people mixed in, but most of those were well to do kids trying to be “cool” as part of a rebellious “it’s not a phase”.

Bakemon continued to guide us through Kowloon, bypassing several of the standard, heavily trafficked areas. Pretty soon we were in the digital equivalent of the seedy back alleys, stalking through like we more than belonged, but like we owned the place. It was a trick that worked far more often than you’d think, especially in shady areas like this. Sure, there’d occasionally be some idiot who thought they’d take a chance with us. But a glare from my red and black eyes was enough to discourage them some ninety nine percent of the time.

As we reached what looked to be a dead end alleyway, Bakemon stopped and looked around before he pointed up at a large building looming above us.

“That’s where we need to go,” he said as he floated past us into the shadows. I felt DemiDevimon cling onto me tight as we followed suit and made our way into an open window on the second floor of the building.

I couldn’t resist the grin on my face. One of the things that I loved the most about EDEN was the ability to do stunts like I was in the Matrix. It was something that would never get old, no matter how many times I did it. And after all, if I wasn’t going to take advantage of this now, when would I?

“This way,” Bakemon said as we climbed in.

Soon enough, we were inside what appeared to be a large office, lit only by a single lamp sitting on top of the desk. Sitting behind the desk was a middle aged man with vivid yellow eyes and a psychotic smirk. His head tilted to the side slightly as he looked at us, standing from his chair. It took me only a few moments to figure out that this person wasn’t human.

“WHAT’S THIS? A VISITOR? ARE YOU HERE TO BUY A LIFE DOLL? INCLUDE THE DELIVERY ADDRESS WITH THE PAYMENT AND YOU’LL HAVE-” the disguised digimon began, before I cut it off.

“Yeah, I really don’t care about what sort of sex toy scam you’ve got going on, but I’m going to need to get into your files. You can either cooperate, or we can kick your ass. Either way, that avatar’s not fooling anyone,” I told it.

They stared at me for a moment, before there was a wet tearing sound, and I had to force down the bile that rose up in my throat. The movie Men in Black did not accurately portray just how disgusting it was watching a giant bug peeling off a human skin suit. The Infermon’s spindly legs pushed it upright, taking a spider-like posture, its yellow and green eyes boring into my own.

I mentally let out a frustrated sigh, before reaching out to DemiDevimon, perched on my shoulder. He slid into my body, and power flowed through my body. It wasn’t as painful as when I’d merged with Bakemon, but that didn’t make it painless.

As the change from human to digimon ended, I met Infermon’s yellow gaze with my red one, and drawled, “Well then, I guess I’ll be cracking you open and slurping the information I need out of your shell. I wonder if you’ll taste like lobster or like shrimp.”

“YOU’LL NOT STOP ME! EVEN IF THE DEAL’S CHANGED, YOU GAVE ME TOO MUCH! I’LL NEVER STOP!” it shouted, even as it subtly shifted and adjusted its posture and the display of an office faded away.

I mentally frowned in confusion, what deal? And why did they think I was involved? I needed a lot more information from this digimon before I could figure out just what was going on. Fortunately, being a Devimon had advantages, particularly in making other digimon do what I wanted them to do. First I’d stall/beat Infermon, hit it with a Touch of Evil, then interrogate it.