#citrus content

The Wenclair section of dealing with the demon assault on Huntrix and Co is a bit limited here, mostly because it's not a major part of their story, but instead more about how their story touches other people.

There's some mild sexy times here, but I'm not sure it rises to the level of a lemon... more of a lime. (Again, I date myself by using the critrus scale of sexiness in a fic)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74142171/chapters/207383836

Enid relaxed and looked around the room. “Hard to think you were playing All the Things She Said on your cello just earlier today.” The werewolf whispered, then leaned her forehead down to bump into Wednesday’s. “I’ll get some water bottles and we can wash up.”

The oracle nodded and they reluctantly broke away from each other to go in different directions, Wednesday walking back into the rear rooms of the first floor while Enid walked into the kitchen. It wasn’t long before Wednesday’s voice carried back from the shower.

“You won’t need the bottled water.”

“What?” Enid already had a couple of bottles in her hands as she tracked in on the voice and found Wednesday looking at a note on the shower door.

“You weren’t home when I had the service done today. We finally got the water turned on for you. - R.”

Enid blinked. “Wait does that mean…?”

“Rumi entered the home without informing us ahead of time, yes.” Wednesday nodded. “We shall have to ask her not to do that.”

“No. I mean yes but does this mean we have running water now? No more dumping gallons into the toilet tank? No more waiting for water to boil for a bath?”

She stepped past Wednesday into the shower and reached out to turn the shower head on. It took a few moments of clunking and displacing long settled air, but then the water poured out in a stream through the rather more recent and modern showerhead that had been installed.

Enid laughed in a welcomely musical sound before she sighed and let her shoulders slump in a very relaxed manner. “This is something I’ve really missed.”

The interview is planned, the cameras set up, you in your tight pencil skirt, and the two can hardly contain themselvles. The only stipulation is no camera men allowed, only you in the room with them. Something about contracts and privacy policies, you think nothing about it and get on with it. Connor and Cyrus are awkward to start with but after a few questions they relax and talk to you like a life long friend.

Unbeknownst to you Cyrus has started using his abilities on you, slowly turning your affection and attraction up over the hour until you are squirming in your seat and softly panting. You clear your throat and take a sip of water hoping to calm yourself, missing the shared smirk between the two. Connor then joins in and soon enough you are stripping out of your clothing and begging for them to touch you, crawling over to them and pawing at their hard ons through their pants. Over the next hour and a half Connor and Cyrus have you every which way. Their superhuman abilities and training giving them the stamina to last hours with never slowing down.

You're on your hands and knees, Connor taking you from behind while Cyrus is buried in your throat. In the back of your mind you know this isn't what you wanted but you couldn't bring yourself to fight against them instead it was like you were outside your body, watching as you begged for more. After they finished inside you again the brothers helped you back into your clothing and waited for you to regain control of yourself, once their influence finally faded away you are left sore and crying, realizing what they had done to you and swearing you'd expose them for what they did. Cyrus pushes you back down to the floor in a heated kiss while Connor rewinds the recording to the start of it all pushing the monitor into your face. The footage shows you eyes the men up and pulling your clothing off unprompted, pulling their cocks out of their suits and going down on them while touching yourself. The heros share another smirk before running their hands over your trembling form, groping and slipping under your clothes again.

"Who would take you seriously after this tape gets out?" Connor trails his lips along your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes.

"Journalistic integrity shot, just a whore who spreads her legs for every hero that walks past. Your cunt dripping at the thought of getting fucked sideways by them." Cyrus rubs your oversensitive clit through your soaked panties making you jump at the sensation.

Pretty sure I’m the only person out there angling for Citramon to become an official digimon, but… if Sistermon Ciel can do it, I will continue to hold out hope for my Very Special Dub-Only Awful Boy🍊🧡

and lemons as explicit; full on descriptions of the sexy details, a play-by-play if you will

(i’m now thinking of that ‘licking the envelope’ prose example that went around a while back)

Interview: Andrea Morgan from Citrus Content

Andrea Morgan from Citrus Content

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