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Quickly, Now: A Collection of Short Lemons	By : HondoOokami Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 12457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is not mine and never will be, nor are any characters from the Final Fantasy series, and I do not make any money from this story.

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1. I’m ‘king (of the world)!
Setting: Back row of a cinema.
Characters: Sora, Kairi, 17.
Summary: Sora went with Kairi to the cinema to see Titanic 3D, but with his short attention span, boredom quickly set in. The devil’s got some work for his idle hands...

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Ah, the back row. It’s the perfect place to be when you don’t want anybody behind you to see what you’re doing once you’ve lost all interest in the featured film... especially with what Sora had in mind.
“Sora,” He heard his girlfriend hiss through her teeth. “What are you doing? Put that away! You’ll get us thrown out!”
“Only if they catch us.”
“You, you mean. Catch you.”
Grinning, Sora leaned in. Kairi kept her eyes, or rather oversized, uncomfortable and aesthetically humiliating 3D goggles towards the massive screen. He’d taken his off, and placed them down on the empty seat beside him.
“No, I do mean us. I’ll need you to play with it, too.”
“No! I’m trying to watch this!”
Blowing aside strands of her short red hair, Sora put his lips right up close to her ear.
“It’s not as fun if I were to play with it by myself, dear.”
“Then put it away and we’ll play with it later,” She turned to look at him for the first time, and her irritated, hushed voice softened. “When we get back home, and for however long you’d like. I promise.”
Kairi didn’t wait for an answer before she turned her attention back to the film, as if she’d had the final and definitive word on the subject. He mulled it over for a short while, and decided that she was, unfortunately, correct. Not here, not now.
“Tch. Fine,” Sora sat back and looked at the screen, not even bothering with the glasses as he still had no intention of paying any heed to what was going on.
He closed his Nintendo 3DS over and slipped it back into his pocket.
So, what else can I do? He thought to himself. The only reason why he was here to see a film he thought was a load of old tosh was because Kairi had asked him along. She could’ve waited to go and see it with the others, but nooo, she wanted to see it now. At least if Riku, Roxas and Hayner were here they could play Mario Kart or Star Fox whilst the girls pined over a young Leonardo DiCaprio. That guy was pretty much the reason why most girls liked this film; the same way most guys tolerated it for the chance to see a young Kate Winslet in the nip.
‘I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste.’ Yeah, he’s blushing, and most likely twiddling his pencil, too...
Ah, now there’s an idea. It’ll get him into trouble with Kairi again, that was for definite, but he just had to-
Nope, maybe not, he decided. He doubted there’d be a Wi-Fi point around here for him to play online Mario anyway. What relation that had to a twiddling pencil to give him that idea, he didn’t know.
Sora straightened up and looked around the gloomy dark theatre. There were a lot of people here, more girls than guys, who were probably in the same situation as he. It was either that or they were really excited about the prospects of the 3D enhancement to the nudie scene. Personally, he wasn’t interested much in that portion of the film, with or without extra-dimensional techno-wotsits. Why should he be? He had his own hot gal with a fabulous body to slobber over, literally in fact, any time he was in the mood.
Which was all the time, pretty much, and that included the now, mostly thanks to Kairi’s attire. For starters, she wore white, butt-hugging denim short shorts which were cut to spare all gawping onlookers the need to use their imaginations. Secondly, she wore a loose, charcoal grey off-the-shoulder crop top with a frayed hem, which exposed her fabulously toned, love-to-lap-a-tongue-over stomach, and her equally delicious lemme-massage-some-more-oils-in-there-for-ya lower back. Thirdly... there was no physical thirdly, and that was knuckle-whitening, mouth-drying point.
Today, being a sweltering hot summer’s day, Kairi hadn’t bothered to wear a bra. Instead, her perfectly rounded and perky C-cups were free to jiggle about beneath that top and capture all the attention they deserved... and her veto on wearing chafe-reducing pasties to cover her noticeable-through-the-fabric nipples was another gold-medal winner.
Ooh, it really made him a very happy chappy when she wore outfits like those. Maybe he should ask her if she wanted him to wear anything eye-candy-ish for her to balance it all out, rather than his dull and plain pair of three-quarter cargos and stupidly large navy blue t-shirt. Saying that, the stupidly large t-shirts he had were a favourite of Kairi’s, as she often liked to climb inside with him for huggles and snuggles on cold days, mild days, and on sweaty-hot days like today, too. That would be anytime, any weather, wouldn’t it? Yep, it would be.
Shrinking back into his seat, Sora reached over and stroked Kairi’s bare right thigh with his fingertips. Despite all the cool, conditioned air circulating the theatre, he noted Kairi’s lightly tanned skin was still moist and sticky with sweat. Boy, would he just love to suck on those legs of hers for the next two hours...
“Sora,” Kairi nudged him. “I know you don’t like this film, and the only reason why you came along was so that I didn’t have to go on my own, and I’m grateful for that, I really am. But please... could you sit still for a moment and stop fidgeting?”
There wasn’t a direct objection to his thigh-strokes, which seemed to hit a note with her if he judged by the shudder in her hushed voice, it was more to do with him shifting in his seat to get comfortable as his short trousers tightened following a growth in a particular region. Nevertheless, Sora withdrew his hand, apologised to his girlfriend and endeavoured to quit messing about for her sake.
Another minute or so passed by and he tried to sit still, tried to show a little interest in the film albeit without using the 3D goggles, but to no avail. His mind kept on wandering, and he felt the need to shift in his seat again. This time it had nothing to do with his trouser snake, it was just that the seats in the cinema weren’t designed for people who didn’t have anything to take their minds off them to sit in them for prolonged periods of time. Ten minutes was a long period of time in this case, and his arse started to fall asleep.
‘Sleep? Now that’s a good idea!’
Perhaps he should keep himself out of trouble by setting his head down and going to sleep? That was a sound plan, and it would at least make the next two hours pass by a lot quicker.
Sora looked to Kairi, then at his favourite pillow; her lap. Yes, he could take a nap there. So long as he behaved and reigned in the previous desire to devour those lovely legs of hers, Kairi wouldn’t have any problems with it. She never did.
Folding up the armrest, Sora put his head down and curled his legs up onto the seat. Her lap was always warm, and always lulled him into a sleepy state no matter how energetic he’d felt in the moments prior. Her hand petting his shaggy hair helped matters too, and within seconds, he fell asleep... and within seconds, he was wide awake again.
Bloody heck, he thought. He didn’t have to lift his head up to know in what felt to him a brief moment in time that the movie was already at the annoyingly loud iceberg scene. There wasn’t any way he could get back to sleep with all the noise going on no matter how well his gal’s lap could drain the energy from him, so he was back to square one; boredom.
Sora lay there for a bit, staring at the back of the chair in front. Kairi was still absent-mindedly petting him, similar to how all cat owners do after their lazy moggy had forced its way onto their lap for a snooze, and that entertained/distracted him for a short period as he tried so hard to ignore the warmth, the moisture and softness of her bare thighs against the whole left side of his face. He really wanted to behave, and he couldn’t do it like this.
Following a brief pause, Kairi’s hands and fingers continued with their petting and scratching after he turned over onto his back. Sora thought this was a better position, right up until he realised he was staring into Kairi’s crop top from underneath. Even in the gloom, he could make out enough to get excited, and knew a new position was needed. When he turned over again, he didn’t know the last position was to be the worst, in a sense, and the final straw to break the donkey’s strict restraining order.
Given the space, he could only twist his upper body and head so far while his lower half and knees remained facing upward. Now, his face was basically buried into Kairi’s flat stomach. The blood circulating his body congregated around the region down south instead where he wanted it to be up north, reducing his brain’s processing power and making it difficult for him to argue against his body’s increasing demands for release.
The lighting in the cinema wasn’t great. However, Sora didn’t need a light to be shone onto his gal’s fabulously toned belly to see how lip-smackingly delectable it was. Hours of feasting off it, both in the literal physical sense and the figurative visual, granted him the ability to recall from memory every square inch with ninety-nine point nine percent accuracy. He didn’t need his ability to know the muscles under her skin twitched with each deep breath he exhaled, expectant of something happening with his mouth so close.
Without Kairi saying or doing anything to stop him otherwise, like telling him to behave or using her now-shaky hands to keep him in line with a clip to his ear, he decided to go ahead with what his body needed him to do. Raising his head a bit, Sora very, very slowly poked his tongue out, dabbed the sizzling-hot flesh just above her short short’s waistband, and waited. She waited, too, as her fingers froze mid-scratch. He continued after a count of five, and repeated the same light-dab motion upward like it was scaled-down tongue version of hop scotch, until it reached the hollow that was her bellybutton.
Here, he didn’t wait. He pulled his tongue back with his preparative intake of air, and at the same time, speared it into the hollow and sealed his lips around it.
Kairi’s right hand tapped his head urgently, as if to warn him about the noise he made exhaling through his nose seconds after the action. Okay, he thought to himself, he should keep it down. It wasn’t likely anyone did hear, or would’ve found it suspicious at all, seeing as he could barely hear himself over the speakers blaring screams and water/ice-related sound effects, but better to be safe than sorry. He continued to French kiss her wonderful, salty-from-sweat belly with all the passion he would with Kairi’s lips, and enjoyed it just as much.
He didn’t need her to tell him that she wasn’t pissed off with him doing this when he was told to sit still and quit fidgeting so she could enjoy the film. Rather than rolling him off her lap and onto his arse, a right she had which he respected, she hugged his head tightly as if clutching her stomach after eating something that didn’t agree with her, and curled her body slightly. He opened his eyes to give a sideways glance, and tried to see if she was still watching the film or had been distracted by him and dropped his head, in which case, he’d have to stop. She might be in the mood now, but once the film ended, she’d undoubtedly give him a lashing for making her miss a bit/the rest.
Oh thank heavens, he sighed against her tummy. She kept her chin up and her eyes on the screen, which meant no rebuke for him. Well, he hoped so, anyway.
With a dull wet smack, Sora pulled an inch away from her stomach to build up some extra spit in his mouth. Thick trails of saliva spilled from her bellybutton and into her short shorts, which in turn, made Kairi squirm and chafe her thighs together. He smirked, puckered his lips, and blew a wet raspberry on her belly.
Kairi eeped, started to tremble, and gave his ear a sharp flick.
“Sorry,” He quietly muttered in his own amusement, and went back to his belly-snogging.
After a few minutes wondering about the saliva spilling into Kairi’s short shorts, he really, really wanted to follow the trail. He shouldn’t, because Kairi might not allow him to go that far. Then again, seeing as she’d just reached over, unzipped his trousers, and levered out his erect length for a stroke suggested otherwise.
“Hahhh...” Sora bit the inside of his cheek as Kairi’s fingers tightly gripped his length at the base, and her thumb stroked around the throbbing shaft. Her fingers and thumb were dry, making the slow but sudden half-way yanks somewhat painful for him.
What she needed was a bit of moisture, and he was going to provide. Pulling away from her belly, Sora turned his face into his cupped left palm and dribbled into it. He reached down to his length, bumping her hand, and poured it over the tip. She seemed to understand, as her fingers and thumbs collected and spread the saliva up and down the shaft, and she even interlocked her fingers with his to bring their palms together, absorbed some more fluids, and then dropped her hand back to add the slick coating.
“How’s that?”
“Mmm, much better, thanks,” He folded his lower lip under his top row of teeth, and stifled a gratified moan. “And to be quite Frank, I’m surprised you’ve decided to join me.”
“Because I know you, and I know you won’t quit until you’re satisfied, that’s why. Provided you can keep the noise down, and you don’t block my view of the screen, I’ll give you a hand. Pardon the pun,” Kairi briefly looked down at him. “And I’ll be sure to remember this for when we go to see Avengers Assemble next week.”
That was fair enough, Sora thought. Tit for tat, they say. Although, as he recalled, Kairi was looking forward to Avengers Assemble just as much as he, and in the overall balance of things, it wasn’t ‘fair enough’...
‘Ah, well. Consider yourself lucky she’s doing this much for you, instead of beating your butt like a circus monkey for misbehaving,’ He told himself. ‘Now, let’s mingle things up a bit...’
Requesting permission from the guv’nor first before the reshuffle, to which she seemed to have granted out of curiosity, Sora sat upright. He tapped Kairi’s thigh as if to say ‘on yer toes, missy’, waited for her to half-stand so he could quickly and quietly slide into her place with his back to her armrest and his legs still stretched out across the seats, and tapped her butt to notify it was okay for her to sit back down. She did, quite hard, and he imagined she did that deliberately.
So now, in this position, Sora could reach a few more places than if he was on his back, and Kairi could still see the screen clearly with the added bonus of slight elevation. Speaking of added bonuses, Kairi had kindly agreed to apply the use of her damp inner thighs to help play with his raging hard on. She didn’t vocally agree to it, mind. Her soft thighs simply clamped and squeezed his shaft so firmly an electrifying shudder sparked its way up from his hips and exited his mouth as a breathy groan, muffled by the bare shoulder he wetly suckled on.
All along said shoulder, her collarbone and the crook of her slender neck, Sora ensured he wouldn’t leave an inch un-kissed, un-nibbled or un-suckled. Upon reaching her jaw line, he paused momentarily to close his eyes and sharply inhale. Kairi was doing a wonderful number on his erect length with both hands and her thighs, making sure her hands were nice and slippery-wet by wiping her palms and fingers across her damp, drooling lips and tongue every now and then, and slowly, alternately, chafing her thighs. The overall sensation was incredible, and he wasn’t entirely sure how long he could withstand it before he blew.
Oh, but it got a whole lot better, very much to his delight. Just as he snaked a hand underneath her crop top to give her braless right breast a hearty squeeze, Kairi started to squirm in his lap; and it was as she hooked an arm around his neck lifted her butt up that he realised she was undoing and sliding her tight short shorts halfway down her fabulous thighs.
Crikey, he thought as he swallowed hard. Not only had she gone braless, his eyes were operating well enough in the dim light to see she was without panties, too! Ohboyohboyohboy...
First on the agenda; Kairi’s left breast. Sora pushed the hem of her top up, brought his legs in a bit to raise Kairi’s height a tad, and with a big, breathy ‘yahhm’, consumed her perky left nipple. Next on the agenda; Kairi’s hot, sticky folds. They were dripping delicious juices into his lap, when he’d rather they were pouring them down his parched gullet. He dropped the itchy fingers on his left hand on her lap, digging and twisting to prise her thighs apart enough to make an insertion, and successfully plunged the index and middle fingers into the tight tunnel with an icky squelch.
Kairi shivered, and he even heard her teeth chatter. Although her thighs hadn’t the marvellous squeeze they had previous, it was a sacrifice his tightly-wrapped fingers were happy to make. He tried to not make such a noise as he suckled her breast, circulated and flicked the erect bud with his tongue, but he always was a bit of a piggy when he fed on her and it was a hard habit to break. The two digits encased within her hadn’t much luck moving with the walls crushing down on them like a velvety vice, should such a thing exist, however his thumb was having a great time rubbing its print over her chubby, oily majora and fat pubis, all the smoother and more goose-bump inducing thanks to her ensuring the region remains shaved for the summer, spring and autumn months. Certainly made for a more pleasing experience during ‘snack time’, he had to say.
He also had to say, or grumble with the muscles in his body tensing, that he was so close to his release that he went into panic mode as to where exactly he should blow his load. He was certain he heard Kairi mention today wasn’t one of her safe days, so quickly slipping it in for the final hurdle was out of the question. Letting it fly freely through the air as it seemed like it was destined to be wasn’t a particularly pleasing thought, either. Who knows where it’d all end up? He certainly didn’t want to carry the guilt some poor sod’s going to sit down to enjoy a movie and wind up setting down in his seedy, sticky fluids.
Damn, he really should have thought this through before he got in so deep. Kairi didn’t seem interested, or bothered, as she was still watching the movie. Not too far until the end... and the movie was coming to a close soon, too.
Sora’s mouth came off her breast with a wet ‘pop’, and a silvery string of his saliva connecting her nipple and his lower lip flopped between them. He looked around, desperate to find some place... aha!
With regret, and a slick ‘schloop’ noise, he withdrew his coated fingers. Of course, he quickly sucked the tasty juices from his fingers before he carried out his plan; he was going to release into Kairi’s short shorts.
“I’m... going to say sorry... in advance,” He moaned quietly into her neck.
Kairi very quickly twigged why he dropped an advanced apology, and well... it surprised the heck out of him that she simply didn’t have an issue with him defiling her sexy shorts.
“It’s okay, you can go ahead and let it all out,” She encouraged him with a slight sideways tilt of her head, and her hands pumped his throbbing shaft without mercy for the final run.
He pulled her short shorts back up her thighs, struggled to cover over her jogging hands and his length in time, and just about made it as he finally reached his limit. Pulsing vibrantly, he ejaculated a thick, heavy load into her white short shorts and her palms. It felt so good... so very, very good... and he’d released so much, it was as if he’d saved up an entire week’s worth for this one moment. A great moment, that would’ve been well worth at least a three week saving.
Breathing heavily, and without any real interest in what was happening, Sora glanced over at the screen and could see it wasn’t far off the end. Ten minutes or so remained, and it seemed Kairi was quite happy to stay seated like this until it’d finished. What did interest him, though, was when Kairi slid her shorts back up and she found it difficult to sit still. He pressed his sweaty forehead into the crook of her neck, hugged her tightly, and muttered another apology for messing up her shorts.
“I told you already. It’s fine,” Panting softly, she flicked his ear with her finger. “Don’t forget; Avengers Assemble...”
Sora closed his eyes.
“Heh. Yeah, okay.”
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Here’s a list of other ideas for future chapters (in no particular order);
(A Team Game) Sora x Kairi x Riku x Xion x Roxas x Naminé x Ventus x Aqua; The boys wanted to play videogames. The girls wanted to have sex. They agreed to go halfway and have sex whilst playing videogames. (Features group sex and Super Smash Bros Brawl!)
(You’re My Toy, Now!) Sora x Kairi; Kairi’s a new student at an all-girl school. She finds out that one of her fellow students is actually a boy, and if he wants her to keep quiet about it, he’s going to have to do everything she says... (Features cross dressing and female domination)
(But I Love Pancakes! Part One) Roxas x Xion; Roxas and Xion get caught in the rain on the way home from school. Whilst sheltering and waiting for the weather to clear, for some reason, Xion wants his opinion on her bust size. (Features figure-clinging wet clothes and outdoor sex)
(But I Love Pancakes! Part Two) Roxas x Xion x Naminé; Roxas admits his infidelity to Naminé a few days after sleeping with Xion. He didn’t quite get the reaction he expected... (Features group sex, yuri and cute/sexy cosplaying)
(Costume-O-Rama; Part one) Roxas x Naminé x Ventus x Vanitas; Naminé regularly babysits her neighbours, the triplets Roxas, Ventus and Vanitas. They always get her to play dressing up games with them, and this time, they're playing 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears'... (Features group sex, cosplaying, role playing and food-play)
(Costume-O-Rama; Part two) Roxas x Naminé x Xion x Ventus x Vanitas; Xion has joined in the games! This time, Naminé’s Li’l Bo Peep, Xion’s Red Riding Hood, Vanitas is the Wolf, Roxas is a Fox disguised as Wolf-grandma’s ‘social care worker’, and Ventus is the brave Huntsman... (Features more group sex, cosplaying, role playing and food-play)
(Fantastical Room Service) Riku x Naminé; Riku’s a business man staying in an exclusive hotel. He’s got a flat screen TV, free wireless internet, one of those neat mini-bars... oh, and a sexy maid to ‘service’ him in any which way he desires. (Features a sexy maid costume and weird adult toys)
(Squeaky Clean) Riku x Kairi; A slightly lengthier, more detailed telling of the ‘shower’ scene from my story Kingdom Tart. (Features soapy suds, gleaming wet skin and body lotions)
(Lovely Jubbly!) Aqua x Ventus x Terra; Aqua doesn’t have a problem with Ven and Terra fondling and playing with her generous bosoms. She can’t really understand why, however. (Features group sex)
(Wave to the Camera!) Sora x Xion x Riku x Kairi; Sora, Kairi and Riku like to make ‘special’ videos to post onto the internet. This time around, Riku convinces his new girlfriend Xion to participate... (Features group sex, voyeurism, cosplaying, masturbation and video-recording).
Out of all of these, and I will be doing all of these, I’ll most likely start with the Roxas x Naminé x Ventus x Vanitas ‘Goldilocks’ cosplay adventure (I’d like to massively thank MemoryxKeeper for all the ideas), or the two-part Roxas x Xion x Naminé. Many will just be a ‘jump straight in there’ lemon, while the multi-chaptered stories will have some ‘build up’ to go with them.
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