Wargreymon - KAEL (resort version)

It's a big black scaled lizard-like creature called wargreymon. He wears the mythical metallic helmet with horns at each side. Due the tradition of his kind, he shouldn't take it off - ever - around anyone, until the person before him is Decent, worthy of that. Quite big muscled stud about 204cm. So often he doesn't speak much, yet if he does, Kael usually keep really serious and calm tone, until he wants to mess around with someone then mocking teasing tone is just accurate.

(story) Time seemed to lose all meaning in the sauna. Jon had no idea how long he'd been in there, eyes closed, head leant back, arms stretched out over the wooden bench upon which he was sitting, when the familiar voice startled him out of his relaxation. "So this is where you've been hiding." Jon almost fell off the bench. Kael was standing there on the opposite side of the stones, which were still steaming gently, walled off in a neat central reservation in the middle of the small room. He was dressed appropriately: nothing but a plain white towel wrapped around his waist. Coupled with the digimon's blueish-black skin, it gave a distinct Ancient Egyptian impression. "You look like Anubis," Jon said, somewhat befuddled by his long exposure to the heat and steam. Kael's fangs poked out by way of reply, glittering in the bright sunlight that filtered in through concealed slots in the sauna roof. "Please don't trample me," Jon added, eyes falling automatically to find the blackwargreymon's huge bare feet, but finding them concea led beind the walled-off stones. "I came here to relax. Plus, the floor's tiled. I'd squash apart like a tomato." Kael snorted, padding silently over to a shelf on the other side of the room and beginning t examine the bottles staked there. Without his armour, he could be frighteningly quiet. "Sit down," he said as Jon leant forward, aiming to make a stealthy exit while the digimon's back was turned. Jon sat back down. Just being in the same room as the blackwargreymon was provocative enough, but seeing him in nothing but a towel, smooth, dragon-class muscles on bold display... There was already an inevitable pressure growing between Jon's legs and he knew that Kael would want a lot more than just to share the steam. "This ought to do," the digimon rumbled, turning to toss something at Jon, who managed to catch it despite the surprise. "For soft and supple skin?" Jon read from the label. "I don't know if this is really-" He swallowed as Kael sat down on the opposite bench, hefted a great black leg and planted his heel on the wall beside the heated stones. "Please," Jon said, trying not to look at the digimon's huge bare sole, facing directly towards him. "Not in here." "It's this or trampling, fleshy. Your choice." And he yawned, very deliberatey exposing his lion-like fangs as he leant back on the bench, filling most of it. Finally he dipped his black, draconic muzzle, opened his yellow eyes and gazed levelly at the young man opposite. The force of the digimon's gaze hit like a sledgehammer and Jon found himself squirming in discomfort, looking instead to the handsome foot, so commandingly presented before him. A pang of arousal shot through him and he glanced at the door. "What if someone comes in?" "Then you'll have spent too long asking questions." Jon closed his eyes. "Good boy," Kael rumbled in his trademark degrading way as Jon got off the bench and went down on his knees in front of the stones. The containing wall was only half a metre high but even so, Kael's claws were easily above his head. The great sturdy sole stared him down as he knelt before it. The digimon gimon's flesh was black for the most part, but paler on the more worn areas around the ball, heel, the undersides of the three toes and the outer edge of the arch, forming a distinctive footprint of smoky grey on the dark, masculine sole. Jon knew from experience that these areas were coarser and more textured to touch than the arch and sides of the great black foot. He also knew that the digimon's flesh was pristine, almost synthetic in its flawlessness, but warm with the vitality of organic life. Those great blak feet were somehow both alienating in their otherworldly perfection and mesmerising in their firm, strong beauty. Jon groaned as he felt his towel tenting stiffly. "Well?" Kael said to the ceiling, not bothering to open his eyes as he reclined on the bench. Jon snapped open the bottle cap and squeezed a generous squirt of clear, viscous oil into his shaking hand. It was surprisingly cool, considering the heat of the steamy room. He rubbed his hands together, seeing Kael smile slightly at the sound, then slowly, breathlessly brought them into contact with the digimon. "Mmph," he grunted quietly eyes closing for a moment as the warm digital flesh filled his palms. One hand cupped over the inner ball of Kael's foot while the other pressed meekly against the outer side of the arch. Both were utterly dwarfed against the great dark appendage, lost amidst a sea of inky black and ash-grey. Taking a deep breath, Jon pushed his hands into the towering sole and began to rub. "You know," he said, swallowing to suppress the arousal as he rubbed his hands over the firm, warm flesh, "you can pay people to do this properly. People who actually-" "Quiet," Kael growled, silencing him instantly. "The more you talk, the earlier we'll put that tongue to better use." Jon groaned, gazing up and down the perfect contours of the handsome digimon foot and feeling his defenses crumble at the sight. It was so effortlessly commanding, looming over him like a great black god, its supple curves already gleaming in the light as his inadequate hands rubbed the oil over them, eager for praise. He would worship it when commanded to do so. His mind would seek to resist but his body, as always, would obey. The three clawed toes splayed smoothly as his hands worked their way up and over the blackwargreymon's ball, slipping between them and plying firm strokes up and down the thick, strong digits. Jon found himself leaning in, lifting himself up to access the top of that proud digimon foot and consequently bringing his face closer to it. The smooth arch spread out before his eyes, filling his vision like a starless night sky as he edged closer, breath growing deep and quick. "That's it," Kael rumbled, deep voice vanquishing what remained of the human's self control. Jon pressed his cheek to the warm black sole, turning into it with a shaky huff of surrender. The perfect flesh of the digimon's arch engulfed his head with ease, a firm pillow of inky black, its contours perfectly scuplted to contain the skulls of supplicant young tamers. Slowly, savouring the sensation, he rolled his face into the smooth curvature that cupped around him, and sighed against it, arms raised to continue caressing the oiled flesh of the digimon's toes and ball. The great draconic foot responded with utter indifference, casually absorbing Jon's subjugation and not even deigning to give the slightest splay in response. He might as well not have been there. Somehow it made the ilicit act of worship even hotter. Jon groaned quietly, pressing his lips against the middle of Kael's sole, then slowly kissing his way upwards until the firm toes draped against his forehead, a slick sheen of oil smeared across his flushed features. Between the thick clawed digits, Jon jaw the blackwargreymon reclining, steam swirling around his vast, godly body, arms spread out across the back of the wooden bench. The digimon's eyes opened and Jon jumped as they met his own gaze, quickly resuming his worship while the digimon sat back and watched him in silence. It was painfully, breathlessly sexy. Jon found himself aching with arousal as his hands and mouth roamed over the great digital sole before him, worshipping the blackwargreymon unconditionally while Kael's judgement smouldered quietly like the steaming rocks around them. The digimon gave no sign that he enjoyed the treatment, just sat there watching,