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Kingdom Tart	By : HondoOokami Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 32611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts 2 is not mine and never will be, nor are any of the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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To make the updates quicker, I’ve split this chapter into three. Otherwise, at the rate I’m going, you might not see hair nor hide of this until next winter.

Elements inspired by the amazing comic Hatsu Inu, while the story’s my own.

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The wall of the cubicle rattled with a loud bang as Jessie slammed Roxas’ back against it. A grunt of pain barely escaped him, for it was captured by the hot, eager lips of the tall, beautiful woman whose eyes were ablaze with sexual desire. The wild tongue she desperately wanted to get into his mouth couldn’t gain access past his teeth, not until she pulled away to elbow his stomach with a great amount of force, and then pushed forward again and shoved her tongue as far in as possible.

Roxas held a look of panic the whole time, except for the parts when his face scrunched up in pain, and failed to keep a straight thought all the while the accessory shop lady kissed him with unkempt passion.

Pinned against the wall by a single hand on his collar, he struggled and tried to shift as the other hand roamed around his hip and stomach. Her fingernails, which were unclipped, scraped across the ribbed surface of his abdomen. Sometimes they dug in and pinched him, other times she flattened her hand and groped the area, and then finally she pushed her hand further up his shirt and laid her palm on his pectoral.

He felt her smile against his mouth. Obviously, she approved of his slim, athletic build. From the way she seemed to ‘test’ him, he wondered if she was checking to see how much punishment he could take.

If that was the case, what in God’s name did she have in store for him?

A long, painful growl on his part was muffled by her smirking mouth. To reach his belt buckle, she scraped her nails down his front. The repeated tugs against the buckle yanked his hips back and forth, until she gave it a tight twist, and then the belt came loose.

Jessie paused to create a gap between their lips so they could take a quick breath, but kept her tongue active by lashing it around his. She moaned into his mouth the strict instruction for him to hold her, saliva dripping down her chin. Only after she pulled him back an inch from the wall and slammed him against it did he correspond to her wish.

Roxas hugged her, as she demanded, by slipping one arm across her back to the opposite shoulder and cupped her buttocks with his other hand. He would have done so sooner, but she just scared the heck out of him.

Thanks to the fact she wore thin jeans, his firm hands felt great on her fantastic, well-pronounced butt. A great squeal of delight pierced the air as her lips ripped from his, for his touch sent an electric streak upward from her tailbone to the base of her neck. Copious amounts of mixed saliva dribbled down her chin when her head flung back and her spine arced, the same time her big, plump breasts pushed into his face.

It was unfortunate for him that her reflexive action also caused her knee to rise up and strike him between the legs.

“Oh, sorry,” She laughed with a jogged breath when he choked in pain. “That was an accident... we wouldn’t want to damage your goods now, would we? Well, not before we get to play around with them, at least.”

“Wh-what do you mean by-?”

Jessie cut him off with a hush.

“Don’t you worry; I’m going to take good care of you. So long as you take very good care of me, too,” She made sure she heavily emphasised the last portion both vocally and with a harsh stare. It was only natural, seeing as she’d soon have his vitals in her hands, that he gulped his nerves down and nodded to what seemed to be a threat.

“Good boy,” She smirked.

Jessie kept the collar of his shirt gripped in a fist, which she also used to keep him against the wall, and whipped out his belt with the other. She watched his trousers crumple to his ankles, and then noticed the enormous tent in his boxers.

‘Wow’ was what he heard her mutter, but he grew increasingly nervous from the look of demonic pleasure in her eyes. Roxas set both of his hands flat on the wall panel with all his fingers fanned, and shut both his eyes tight.

“Let’s have a look-see, shall we?” She knelt down, hooked all of her fingers over the waistband on either side of his hips, and yanked down his boxers.

If her reflexes weren’t up to scratch, she would’ve received a smack in the face from the huge, raging hard on as it sprung out in freedom.

“Oh my,” She gasped, her reaction almost over exaggerated, and then she burst out into a cackle. “Aren’t you a big one? Yes... no wonder why your girlfriend sounded so fulfilled over there. I bet you can do some amazing things with this, can’t you?”

She observed his thick erection from a side angle, and used only the tips of her fingers to stroke down the opposite side from the head to the base. Her eyes caught his pained expression, and her lips curled up at the edges to create a look so sinister it would give the creature from the black lagoon the shakes.

“You’d really like me to stroke this harder, wouldn’t you?”

As she said that, in the voice a person would use with a baby or a pampered dog, she stroked his shaft with a firmer press with her fingertips.

“And to jerk it for you, right?”

Her fingers curled around the shaft, tight, and she pumped his trembling organ many a forceful time. Each yank earned a strenuous groan.

“How about licking it?”

Along with the jerks, she used the full surface of her tongue to rub on the tip of his bulging head. Her eyes watered in great pleasure at the taste of his precum.

“Or even nibbling it? Would that please you?”

She shifted his penis upright like it were a joystick control, scraped her teeth barely over the flesh from the head until the midpoint, and then ducked to his balls where she took a naughty light nip on the skin. With a bit of tongue, she flapped his testicles and cupped his balls with her free hand. Like a pair of ripe fruit, she gave them a fresh squeeze.

“Wo-ah, be careful, th-that’s a t-tender area!”

“Mmm, I bet,” She chuckled and continued with her rough play. “Still, if you don’t like it, you could always ask me to stop.”

Jessie received no objection after a silent moment, so she chuckled again.

“As I thought, you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on. Now, let me,” She left it at that, tilted her head to one side, and squeezed his shaft. At the same time, she opened her gob wide and poked her tongue out to guide as much of his balls she could get into her mouth.

“Gy-ach, damn,” He groaned and choked quietly as if he’d received a kick to the gut. “Damn, damn, damn.”

Whilst she suckled on his balls, she jerked his hot member at a slow but harsh pace. Each time she reached the big head, her thumb swiped over the tip to collect some of the fluid and draw a line of it down the underside of his penis. After a couple of minutes, she let his testicles go and trailed her tongue upward the underside. All that she spread she licked up, and once she reached the head she went around in a full circle.

“So delicious,” She hummed to herself after she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, glanced up to him, and kissed the tip of his head whilst she maintained eye contact. “You’d really like me to take this into my mouth, for me to suck on it, and for me to swallow all that you have to give, wouldn’t you? Yes, I knew you would. I’d like to, as well. But, seeing as you’re my most favourite customer, Roxas, I’m going to give you something extra special.”

Both her hands cupped and pushed up her own breasts. She wore her regular tank top, and he could see quite well down her cleavage. She smiled in a way that made his hairs stand on end.

“I’m going to implement these, just for you, Roxas. Wouldn’t you just love that?”

When she received nothing but a stutter and a bemused stare as a response, she placed her hand on his left thigh and scratched her unclipped nails deep into his flesh to leave a graze. At that point, he nodded like crazy until she stopped and bared her perfect white teeth in a grin.

“That’s more like it. Now,” She pulled him off the wall and shoved him down onto the toilet seat. She used a great amount of force, and he hunched forward with a hand behind to rub his back. “Let’s get things rolling, shall we?”

Before she knelt down in front of him, she removed her tank top and dropped it on the bag she had down the side of the toilet. She unclipped her black laced bra, chucked that too, and then her bare breasts bounced nicely.

Her size was about one up from Fuu’s, but the roundness of the mounds was equally perfect.

“Here, go ahead and give them a nice squeeze,” She offered, even though she took his hands and set them upon her bosoms herself. “What do you think?”

They were very soft and warm. Bouncy, too. As he fondled them like a prisoner under the forceful scope of his captor’s rifle, he managed a smile and gave her a wonderful compliment. She blushed for the first time, and giggled in a more sensitive manner than she did before.

“Hmm, thank you,” she hummed. “Would you like to feel them around that big piece of yours?”

She didn’t leave him any time to answer that one. Jessie knelt down, holding her breasts, and pushed her chest forward to bring his penis in between them. Oh boy, did the heat of her flesh send one heck of a shiver up that boy’s spine.

“There you are,” She whispered, glad to see him quiver. “Just to let you know, you’re the first one to ever have these. All my former boyfriends wanted me to use them when I sucked them off, but I never did. I bet you feel privileged that I’m doing it for you, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” He answered in all honesty. “I really do.”

“Good. And because you acknowledged that, I’m also going to do something for you that I never did for my boyfriends; I’m going to swallow rather than spit.”

With a big smile on her face, she flicked her tongue over his tip. She built up a small amount of spit before she kissed and suckled on the very end, and proceeded to make a various amount of moans and indecent noises. As if to say she found him mouth watering and wanted to show him that she felt so, she opened her mouth wide so a heavier wave of saliva could roll off her tongue and chin and splash down all over his shaft.

This woman was such a messy pup, but Roxas didn’t bring up any complaints. This was probably the most normal she’d been so far, and certainly it had been the most gentle. From the way that they’d started, he’d half expected her to be excruciatingly rough with him...

Again and again, she used a wide circle with her tongue to go around his head, and all the while she kept her eyes locked with his. That was until she snapped her eyes shut and engulfed the head and extra two inches that protruded the warm squeeze of her cleavage.

Both Roxas’ hands shot out to either side, and slapped hard against the panels. She continually twisted her head from left to right and bobbed her head in unison, and managed to suck him with such an incredible force that it was unbelievable. She had some top class skills.

Her experience certainly showed in her extraordinary tongue work and in the teasing manner when she paused up at the head to smack her lips and squelch her spit around his tip to create so many coarse, gut-fizzing noises. The warm, soft mounds that encased his long, trembling member and the fingertips that tickled his balls worked a treat, too.

‘Tasty’, ‘delicious’ and ‘oh so good’ were but a few of the continuous, breathless moans that he could make out. His hips bucked into action with a yelp of sudden despair the instant she forced two fingers into his anus. A little voice would have said to him that her being nice and gentle with him for this was too good to be true, but his lax in concentration blocked it out.

Jessie kept up the thrust of her fingers so he’d continue to jerk his hips, which was a benefit to the both of them. His shaft created a great friction within her crevice that further enhanced the stimulation for both parties.

Minutes of this passed. In his mind, it was an eternity of personal regret that he wasn’t a regular premature ejaculator so that this may end sooner. Luck played into his hands as he soon managed to release not too long afterward.

“Mmm,” The accessory shop woman’s eyes rolled back in heavenly delight as his thick load exploded into her mouth. As she promised, though it was quite tough due to the amount, she swallowed his seed with numerous throaty gulps. “Ahhh...”

She sighed; her lips gummed up with thick, sticky goo, and licked around his head. She was astounded by the amount he’d released.

“I’ve never tasted any... quite like yours... so hot, so thick... so scrumptious.”

Jessie stood up, her stance unsteady like she’d just stepped off a terrifying rollercoaster, and placed a hand to the wall. A short amount of time passed where she recuperated and straightened up, which was something she never ever had to do before after giving head to a guy. What was it about Roxas that made her, and many others, so light-headed and dizzy?

Well, she could think about it at some other point in time. What she wanted to do now, was get down to the real business.

She unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them down her long, sexy legs, and kicked them to her bag. Roxas gulped when he saw she was a commando, and that made her grin like a malicious crime lord. She took a slow, seductive step forward, leant down to take his hands and placed them on her hips.

“I think that now’s about the time,” She left his hands on her hips, placed one of hers on his shoulder and bent her knees. Once she’d squatted far enough, she gripped his penis with her other hand and guided the head to her slick crack. “We got right to it, yes?”

When she lined herself up all careful and let the tip just press against her moist opening, he didn’t quite expect her to suddenly plunge down the entire length in a single drop. He didn’t expect her to be the one to start bucking her hips like a crazed cowgirl riding an untamed stallion, either. She gripped his shoulders with both hands now, all her fingers clawed, and dug her nails right in. As her feet were flat on the floor, she used the power rooted from there to ride him dry.

Roxas growled and groaned, and clung to her tight. Even though she was taller she was very light, however, her rigorous movements started to take their toll on his thighs. It felt as if she were crushing his legs and mashing his body into the loo. To make things even more difficult in his attempt to make her aware of his discomfort, her plump breasts smothered his face and completely distracted him.

Well, at least she seemed to enjoy herself.

To try and counteract the pressure and hopefully get the feeling back to his legs, Roxas bucked his hips against her. It did work at first, but the impact from the fall had doubled.

“Ah, you-you’re...!”

Jessie panted and cried as his shaft throbbed within her. When she tightened, his sudden ejaculation made her squeal and shudder as the liquidised warmth spread into her body. This may have been the reason why she halted, raised her feet off the floor and set her soles against the back wall, and hugged his head against her chest in a hug of bone-crushing proportions.

“More,” She moaned into his ear, her breath jagged. “I must have more.”

Roxas grunted. When she released him from the hug, he twisted his body slightly to stretch his muscles, and every slight movement earned a dull ‘crack’ of from bones.

Jessie, at a quick pace, stepped up off of him and turned away. It was easy for him to guess that she wanted to go from behind, seeing as she looked back over her shoulder and shuffled to realign herself with his member once more. Again, as she did on first entry, she dropped down and took him in with a single drop. They both felt the extra depth, and that had caught her off balance for a second.

She straightened her hunched shoulders and chuckled. He could really reach a lot further than anyone she’d had before. With a long breath, once she got her head back around, she leant back against his chest.

“Be a good boy and work really hard for me, okay?”

There was no other way he could have answered, so he had to nod. He crossed his arms in front of her chest, cupped her impressive mounds in preparation to fondle during the next round, and pressed his lips to her shoulder blade.

“Oh, I’ve just thought of something. Wait one second,” She said, and leant to the left to where her bag was. She shook to clothes off, brought it up on to her lap, and opened it.

Roxas couldn’t see over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of what was contained within that bag. That was probably for the best, really. If he’d had seen the contents, his balls would’ve shrunk to the size of raisins.

She dropped the bag down the side and made sure he couldn’t see what she’d taken out. With an evil grin, she glanced back over her shoulder and told him to hold on to her tight.

It was understandable that her words made his skin crawl. When she hunched forward, however, his painful reaction was then the result of her actions. Roxas still held her as before, only now his body was racked with muscular spasms and an arced spine.

“This should liven things up a bit,” She cackled as she sat back up, with her right hand in a fist as it held a particular device. “Come on, let’s ride!”

What she held was a cabled remote, which led from the underneath to the base of the gadget she’d just implemented into this session. With a flick of her thumb, a great electronic buzz whined in the air like an annoying bluebottle.

“Gah, jeez! Whoa, wha...!?”

All kinds of different gasps, grunts and shrieks escaped Roxas’ mouth. His hips kicked up and bucked in an uncontrolled manner, or at least in a manner that he had no control over.

Jessie cackled manically at the rate of his sharp, harsh thrusts, although they soon turned to simple, excited moans. She yearned for more, so she flicked the setting on the remote to its optimum.

The heavy vibrations of that object she’d rammed up his jacksy drove him mad. All the muscles in his body kicked off violently, almost as if the device coursed the electricity straight through his nerves. If this was to be the death of him, then he’d most certainly come back to haunt Fuu for chucking him into this mess.

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Later in the night on the same day, Roxas sat cross-legged on the end of his bed in a sulky mood. In fact, he hadn’t stopped complaining about the situation back at the stalls since he got home with his girlfriend, whose emotional state was the complete opposite. She sat next to him with her feet tucked underneath her butt, giggling her little arse off to a funny side that was entirely oblivious to him, while he spent the time moaning and groaning about his aching muscles.

“It wasn’t funny, Fuu,” He glared at her. “You shoved me into that mess without my consent, and for that, I was treated like a sack of meat.”

“Sourpuss,” She replied in a manner that was far more jovial than her usual way.

“You can’t call me a sourpuss for getting beaten up, mishandled and scratched to pieces by a deranged lunatic. She was stark raving mad, that woman,” His eyebrows knitted. “Look, just look at the bruises and cuts she gave me. I’ve been completely tenderised. Not only that, she shoved a bunch of ‘experimental new products’ up where the sun don’t shine, and that’s made it so damn awkward for me to sit comfortably. Anyway, where did you run off to? What were you doing at the time while I was at the whim of that fruit and nut?”

“Masturbating.”

“Oh, were you now... hey, now that you’ve reminded me, I wanted to ask you something. You know about them, don’t you? About those ‘under the counter’ goods she carries at her accessory shop,” He stared hard at her. “That must be where you bought yours, right?”

“Per-haps,” She chanted and poked the tip of Roxas’ nose.

The store that Jessie runs had, apparently, been selling items for ‘customers with particular interests’ for many years. It was a spot of bad luck for Roxas that she happened to be on her way back from her wholesaler with a bunch of new trial items, all of which needed to be tested before they went on for sale for the public.

In a huff, he turned away.

“Argh!” Having forgotten about the painful bruise on his flank as he twisted his trunk, he hunched forward and clutched his side after a sudden cry.

Fuu laughter had stopped dead at this point.

“Ah... these bruises sting like the worst kind of sunburn. I’ll have to be careful when I stretch.”

“Dearest apologies,” Fuu whispered and placed a hand on his thigh. She eased off the pressure and weight she placed on the area the instant she caught the wince. “Discomforting?”

The anxious way her eye seemed to focus upon the hand he kept on his side completely threw his complaints off. When he realised the deep concern in her normally monotonous voice, he bit the bullet and gave her an assuring look. While he wasn’t glad she’d thrown him to the sharks, the last thing he wanted was for her to actually feel bad about it.

“No, it’s not excruciating. You know me; I’m just being melodramatic over something so minor. Although, saying that, if it’s possible I’d like it if you could avoid leaning on my left thigh, my right side below the ribs or my neck. Those really do hurt. Well, only a bit more than anyplace else.”

He smiled, but she didn’t. Usually, he wouldn’t have given her lack of emotion a second thought. This time, however, Roxas felt a terrible ping of guilt in his heart.

“Fuu, I didn’t mean to make you-” A pair of soft lips set upon his bare left thigh as he was about to place a hand on her shoulder. His teeth clamped together with a click, and he drew in a sharp breath.

Fuu hunched forward, hands on Roxas’ calf and knee, so she could tenderly kiss every bare inch of his thigh at a gentle pace. All along his inner and outer thigh she kissed and blew, softly like she was cooling piping hot soup, and kissed the areas again. Any time her ears picked up a short, sudden intake of breath to indicate a sore spot, she focused purely on that region. When she raised her head and her hands some minutes later, she was set to move on to his next point.

In knowledge of her heart-warming efforts, he rolled up his shirt for her to display the right side of his body where his second most complained about injury resided. She waited for him, setting her hands down on his right thigh and around past his left flank as if she were prepared to charge her shoulder into his stomach, and tilted her head to view the area.

Roxas couldn’t hold back an adoring smile as he looked down upon her determined, beautiful profile. He shut his eyes and kept the inflation and deflation of his chest in control, all to make it easier for her.

Fuu’s little pink tongue drew a line upside his external oblique to his serratus. Suckling as well as kissing, she followed the way back down to his hip. Then, a long pausing kiss at a time, stepped up to his ribs. Again, as with his thigh, the area causing the greatest discomfort became the point of concentration.

The arm he kept up lowered half an inch. His shoulder ached, but he didn’t want to rest his elbow down on her head. Almost as if she had sensed this problem, she brought her head back. The position of her hands remained the same, while she leant forward enough to keep the tip of her nose within half an inch of his right pectoral.

Relieved, he lowered his arm. Fuu stopped him halfway by taking a hold of his shirt sleeve and tugging on it as a way of telling him to remove it. Giving it merely a second’s thought, noticing her concentrated yet doleful gaze, he completely removed it.

Pleased by the growing smile on her lips, Roxas run two fingers along the strands of hair that tucked behind her right ear. She withdrew her gaze from the point on his shoulder momentarily, and her cheeks tinted a lovely roseate to compliment her cute countenance. He’d started to tickle and rub her earlobe and, as he fondly expected, her eye drooped half-closed as she began to shiver and make a cat-like purr.

There was something about her that always reminded him of a feline, and he’d felt that way long before they’d gotten together. At first, it was just a thing about her piercing eye and aloofness. Now that he’s gotten to know her intimately, he’s discovered she also shares their wonderful behaviours of affection and companionship and, on occasion, the display of contentedness through ‘purring’.

Whether it was a true reaction of hers or she put it on deliberately to make Roxas’ heart leap, he neither cared nor wanted to question. As long as she kept on doing it, he was happy.

Fuu closed her one visible red eye and placed a kiss on his shoulder, which turned into a light suckle within seconds. When he started to shiver, she trailed all along his trapezius to reach his neck and burrowed into the crook. In a motionless minute, her lips settled on his jugular.

He stroked her silver hair all the while, and drew his other hand around her slim waist. Slowly, he lay on his back and she followed after without taking her lips off that spot on his neck. Exhaling heavily in a pleasant manner, he squeezed the girl in his arms.

The hard lump that rose up in his boxer shorts pushed up against Fuu’s wet crotch, and drove a cold shiver of delight upward from her tailbone. Contrast to the cold, her bare flesh was baking.

Fuu lifted her head out from the crook of his neck as his hand continued to stroke her short hair. Roxas groaned when she slid up to meet his lips, for she kept her hips pressed to his and rubbed herself on his hardness in the process.

The lovable twinkle in her ruby eye indirectly let slip a comment on his part about how cute she was. Bashful, Fuu smiled. She closed her eyes and kissed him again with a hint more passion, trembling delectably the moment he slipped his tongue between her lips. If her knees weren’t on the outside of his thighs, she may have closed them in reaction to her increased dampness.

Roxas withdrew both his hands from their respective locations, upon her head and hip, tilted his pelvis and got his thumbs to draw his boxers down to the knees. From there on, he pedalled his legs to kick them off and placed his hands on her soft, peachy backside.

Fuu whimpered into the kiss, and a line of drool rolled from the corner of Roxas’ mouth. It was actually her saliva, flowing messily from her tongue and lips, which he loved to receive.

One of the major purposes behind her whimper, rather than his firm hands on her butt, was the incredible solid shaft that she could feel rubbing beside the crack of her buttocks. Her rectal muscles clenched in great anticipation. It had been a while since they last had a bit of rough anal...

She slinked back to sit upright on his stomach, treated him to a delicious smile as she reached behind her back, and cooed playfully when she pressed his penis into her crevice and sensually rubbed the head with her palm. The fingers on her buttocks, in turn, gave a few tender squeezes. At the time, his eyes were closed and his moans were deep and hearty.

They all ended and his eyes opened into slits upon the feeling of a weight shift on his stomach. Expression unchanged, he picked up on what Fuu was trying to achieve.

“Let me help you with it,” he whispered and prepared to move his hands.

Stopped by the determined shake of her head, midway through the effort of raising her butt and guiding the hard length from behind to line up with the small hole of her rear, Roxas relaxed his hands to where they were.

“Manageable,” She assured him in a sweet voice as the domed head of his penis pressured against the small hole.

On the first half she lowered herself down at a slow pace, and her bottom lip trembled terribly as her breath shuddered out. Fuu snapped her eyes shut as she braced herself for the second. From there on, she had made the snap decision to withdraw all the energy from the muscles in her legs and use the weight of her body to force the rest inside with a simple, sharp drop.

Simultaneously, both Fuu and Roxas’ backs arched to a degree, the former more so than the latter. Roxas’ breath whistled spitefully between the gaps of his teeth during the intake, and bellowed out as a deep moan. He racked through the cluttered broom cupboard that was his brain, certain that without a doubt this part of her body had a greater feel to it now than when he had last entered her some time ago.

The only factor that stopped her from awkwardly flopping too far backward was the hand Roxas slid off her buttock to press against the small of her back. The other hand came off her butt and rooted the palm heel into the mattress where his shoulder was before he pushed himself up, grimacing in the slightest as an amount of pain burned across his shoulder blade and latissimus dorsi.

Any regular partner would’ve taken the light, effortful grunt as part of his struggle in sitting up. Fuu, on the other hand, knew it was linked to the muscular aches and pains he suffered from. Straightening her back and slipping her arms over his shoulders, she hugged him affectionately and gave him a sweet kiss on the forehead. In her raised position, his mouth and chin were smothered between her soft mounds.

Roxas didn’t mind with Fuu. He could spend all day nestled in her cleavage, with both warm mounds cushioned against his hot cheeks. It was a good thing his eyes rolled up after he licked her flesh, otherwise he would’ve missed her cherry-red blush and cute little smile of adoration.

“Roxas,” She whimpered his name in a soft tone that made his erection throb within her body, and set off a series of tiny sparks along her spinal nerves.

The three second clench of her rectal muscles drew another sharp whistle on his part until she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his, and set his hips into a gentle, rolling motion. As there was a slight gap between his teeth, she slipped her tongue in partway to entice his out.

It worked, and his retaliation caused her to moan and her shoulders to shudder in delight. Each little shift of his hips nudged his penis into and out of her only a few centimetres at a time, but the heat and the way it pulsated made up for the lack of spirit in the movement. The both of them, if they wanted to, could have kept this tantalising motion up for hours.

“You’re... really wet,” He said as they apart broke for some air, commenting on the slick fluids he could feel soaking his stomach.

‘It’s because of you,’ her gorgeously endearing countenance seemed to say as her eye glimmered with love.

Wincing on account of the way her expression made both his heart and his member pulsate like a boiler on the verge of exploding, Roxas slid his fingers beneath the veil of silver hair covering her left side and cupped her warm cheek with his right palm. Feeling the groove of her scar with the print of his thumb and stroking it, he kissed her firmly and circulated his tongue around her mouth.

Roxas rolled to his left so he could be on top. In the instant, Fuu’s knees rose up and she rested the heels of her pointed feet on the back of his pelvis. He, in turn, cupped her soft buttock with his left hand to assist in the rising angle of their hips, to allow a better, deeper penetration, and brushed and tangled the fingers of his right hand through her silver hair.

The tight tract started to clench even further around his penis. Rather than it being the result of the position switch and deeper, harder strokes, the constriction occurred just after he pecked the tip of her nose and swept away the veil that concealed her other eye. With Roxas, Fuu found it overwhelmingly exhilarating when he looked upon the left eye she kept hidden from all others, and even more so when he kissed her eyelid and run his tongue along the line of her scar.

He did do just that. She placed her hands on the nape of his neck, her fingers rubbing into his messy hair, and exhaled pleasantly. It wasn’t too long before the mixture of his deep strokes and the application of his tongue upon her face hit her target. Her ankles moved from his pelvis to cross behind his back, and her hands came off his neck and into the ‘I surrender’ signal up by her shoulders, with as much of the bed sheets she clutch in her pale, clasping fingers.

“Nnnnhhhh...”

Fuu’s shoulders pulled and her head tilted back, pushing up her chest, and the long, strained whine she tried to hold back by setting her teeth on her lower lip accompanied the harsh constriction of her anal canal. The heavy flow of her sweet fluids flowed down past their joining, splashed against his abdomen, and stained the sheets beneath as they either dripped from the underside of Roxas’ thick organic cylinder or rolled to the small of her back and fell from there.

“Just... a bit further,” He whispered and kissed her brow before her quivering peach lips.

To change position, Roxas slid both his elbows up beside her shoulders and shuffled forward on his knees. He pushed himself up, and while she laid back still, her legs remained crossed around his waist. It was because of that her butt raised high up off the bed and angled her body at almost thirty degrees, and he now had a better view of her precious area as he looked down.

With a slight grin, Roxas flicked the tip of his thumb across his lips to draw some saliva. Teasingly, he brushed her swollen clitoris and grazed the knuckle of his opposite hand’s index finger up and down the crack of her slick lower lips. By a way of reaction, her ankles dug into his back and she pulled her hips closer toward him, which made her spine arc further.

He stopped, suddenly, and suckled on his wet knuckle to clear the delicious juice away. Afterward, Roxas held onto her lower back with his right hand, and held the underneath of her right thigh with his left.

Though her mind was in a bit of a haze, as was evident from her dreamy expression, she understood what he wanted to do. Relaxing onto the hands beneath their respective locations, her legs lost their power around his waist.

Roxas eased her right knee towards her chest, and then crossed it over to her left so she lay on her side. A pause every few seconds occurred, for the sensation caused by the twist of his penis inside her butt was a spine-tingling experience for the both of them. He leaned forward to shift his knees more across to his left, and then slid his hands beneath her waist.

When he pulled her over and brought her into the doggy position, Fuu laid her cheek down on the mattress and remained in a similar deep angle as she was before.

Roxas hunched forward, hands on her raised derrière, and picked up where he left off with his thrusts. Each stroke kept their depth and strength; however they were more up tempo.

Embarrassed by her own odd variety of moans and squeaks, Fuu turned her mouth to the sheets in an attempt to muffle the noises. Not long after she did, a wet stain created by her drool spread out to a large, circular patch. Her right hand remained by her shoulder, clutching at the sheet, while her left hand reached for her soaked crotch.

A little out of time with his thrusts, Fuu used all four fingers to further stimulate her senses through penetration, and rubbed her hard, pink pebble with the print of her thumb.

“I’m... almost...” He groaned into her right ear just after he loomed over her entirely with both hands by her shoulders to support his weight, and his hips driving down with the source of all his power surging up from the balls of his planted feet.

As soon as she learnt that his mouth was right by her ear, she wanted to get a kiss to him. Fuu twisted her shoulder back and turned her head, mouth open and her saliva-dripping tongue flapping out, and caught his lips in a hot, wet lock. Her hand moved on top of his as their tongue twirled and drool trailed down their chins, and her pale fingers clutched it tighter than she did the sheets.

Soon after, her other hand trembled as his left reached down and joined hers. The support of all his weight was dependant on his right arm, which was no trouble, while he cupped and massaged her saturated precious area.

He reached his limit. Roxas rammed his hips down hard and locked his shaft inside her to the hilt and, much like the girl beneath him, shuddered as he ejaculated a heavy load into her body. Almost at the same time, both Roxas’ and Fuu’s left hands received a spillage of her warm fluids from the opening they pressed their palms against.

They remained locked in position for some time after the release, until they finally flopped down to the right in a tangle of sweaty limbs. After all that it’d been through throughout the day, his member softened after her removed himself from the sticky, gooey hole of her raw arse.

Roxas’ left hand held hers, brought them up together to their head level, and from their dripping wet fingers shared Fuu’s release between them.

After a short rest, a change of sheets and a trip to the bathroom to wash up, they cuddled up together on the bed. The blanket only drew up to their waists, for it was to be a warm night.

“Regrettable action,” Fuu apologised to him again for the incident earlier in the day as she laid her cheek down on his chest, staring down at the fingers she soothingly brushed over his grazed abdomen.

“Don’t have worry about it anymore,” He replied after some time staring silently up at the ceiling. “Not now the whole scenario’s opened up a world of ideas for me and what I could do to you... uh, I mean, what we could do together. There are a lot of experimentations to be had.”

Fuu smiled as his chest jogged with his chuckle, and placed her palm flat over his bellybutton. Her fingers rhythmically drummed on his skin.

“Devious schemes?”

“Oh, you bet I’ve got some,” Roxas hooked his arm further around her hip and reached his other hand over to cup her shoulder. “Now that I know about Jessie’s secret stock, I think I might do a bit of shopping there the next time I go to town. And you can bet that I’ll be sure to buy you something nice.”

Goosebumps arose on her arms as she quivered at his promise.

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A couple of days later, Roxas stood before the cooker as he made himself and his girlfriend some lemon sole and chips. It’d just passed nine in the evening, which was a later time to eat than normal, so he wanted to prepare something quick and easy.

The day gone by was eventful, to say the least. He and Fuu went off to the beach, got some sun and sea... and met some friends. Despite the goings on, he couldn’t stop smiling to himself. He had to carry Fuu home on his back, and then he left her upstairs to have a rest while he rustled up some grub.

Roxas looked back over his shoulder nonchalantly after he heard the doorbell ring. He left everything as it was, turned away and walked through the hall to the front door.

“Oh, hey there, Olette,” Roxas managed to put on a smile for his good friend, all the while concealing a nervous concern.

Fuu was upstairs, and he was strutting around his house flesh naked. If Fuu was to make an untimely appearance, then putting two and two together would give away their game and pit the both of these ‘rival gang’ members into a world of trouble.

‘Wait,’ He picked up on an important piece of information from his qualms. He looked down, cringingly, at his lower half. ‘Whoops...’

He was in the nip. He’d answered the door to a lady friend, ‘tackle out’, in a most mindlessly daft manner. No wonder she’d cast her eyes aside with that embarrassed pink glow to her cheeks.

Roxas couldn’t mask his embarrassment, either. Looking like he’d just run a marathon, he coughed and attempted to act as casual as possible whilst combating the stutter in his voice. A jacket that hung from the hook on the back of the door was now in his right hand and held before his lower half like a curtain.

“Sorry about my appearance, Olette, but I’ve been trying to do so many things all at once. I’ve only just finished drying off after my shower, but didn’t have time to get changed because I’m also in the middle of making dinner. It’s a guy thing; we can’t multitask,” He’d stuttered that half-baked jumble of an excuse so fast, he wasn’t entirely sure she’d understood him. Hell, he hoped she did, because he didn’t think he could remember enough to repeat it again.

“You like to cook butt naked, do you?” Olette asked in jest, her heart thumping like a pummelled punch bag, trying to slice away the apparent awkwardness of the situation by making light of it all.

She had inkling as to why he was naked, and that was backed up by the fact he looked too sweaty and didn’t smell clean enough to have taken a shower recently. She wouldn’t say anything though, and played along with what he said. Making dinner was true, for she could smell the waft of lemon sole and chips in the air.

“A hobby of mine while the folks are away,” He chuckled slightly, feeling his cheeks heat up, but his form now more relaxed. “And it’s not just limited to cooking, either. I feel that most of the housework, even the gardening, has a better flare to it when done au naturale.”

“Mmm, I’d love to see you work your hosepipe in the garden. I bet that’s a great scene,” That statement was very true, but she made the sexual undertone seem like nothing more than a simple, friendly joke.

He laughed nervously.

“Um, yeah, so,” Roxas swiftly directed back to the original topic “Isn’t it a bit late for you to be hanging around the neighbourhood when there’s still a forty minute or so ride back to your house? You won’t get back until gone ten. Not to mention how worried your parents will be.”

“Always fretting over my well-being, aren’t ‘cha?” She said silently to herself, smiling. She loved the way all of her friends treated her as well as they would a little sister, but hoped there was something a bit more meaningful in the way Roxas did.

Olette joined both her hands together by her waist and turned her feet inward. She had the look of a troubled youngster about her, like she’d just gotten into trouble for breaking a neighbours window with a football or something.

“But you’re right, it is late. And I should have left for home ages ago.”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“Occupied with a few highly important tasks, is all. Lost track of time.”

“A few highly important tasks,” Roxas looked sceptically at a couple of bulging plastic bags behind her feet.

“Last minute shopping spree,” She sheepishly smiled. “All of them essentials, I can assure you.”

“Sure they are, Olette. Anyway, why did you ring? Did you want me to hang on to these for the night, for you to pick up tomorrow when maybe Hayner or Pence could give you a hand carrying them back on the train?”

“Well, not exactly,” She said hesitantly. “I was hoping, maybe, you could hang on to me for the night... um, I mean, if you could set me up with a bed for the night. Or a sofa, or a chair, whatever’s easiest for you because I’m not picky.”

The request caught him off guard. Fuu was upstairs, and his close friend was now down here seeking sanctuary for the night. He knew that she knew he damn well couldn’t turn her away, no matter what the circumstances may be. After all, this wasn’t the first time she had to stay over at his house because she’d missed the last train home, or the weather was too bad to her venture out in alone.

“That’s... not a problem, I can do that.” He said awkwardly. “I will have to start dinner over, mind you. That is, unless you’ve already eaten something on the way.”

“I picked up a bite to eat from a food cart, so there’s no need to go to any unnecessary lengths if it’s an inconvenience.”

“It’s no hassle. There’s plenty in the fridge, so you could still have a snack if you’re feeling peckish.”

‘You have no idea, Roxas,’ she looked at him wistfully, but then put on a smile. “Okay, thanks.”

“Right,” He nodded. “Listen, would you excuse me while I pop upstairs for a second? Just need to quickly throw on a shirt and some shorts.”

“Aw, you don’t have to stop with your nudie housework on my account,” She whined, supposedly mockingly. She really did want him to continue...

“You should be so lucky,” He chuckled, backing away from the door to let her in with the bags and then pushing it shut with his foot. “Anyway, go and call your parents. Let them know where you are.”

“Fine. I’ll wait down in the living room for you, make myself at home.”

“You do that. Back in a tick,” With that parting note, he dashed upstairs with a minor shadow of despair looming over his head.

Olette watched him, or to be more precise his great bare arse, vanish up the stairs. She let out a deep ‘whew’ as her shoulders sunk and her face grew hotter.

“Huge,” She spoke aloud the very word that swum around her head the first time she caught a glimpse of him when opening the door.

With a few more quick breaths to help calm herself down and a mumble of self-assurance, Olette picked up her bags and carried them into the living room. Roxas had gone upstairs to get changed, just as she was going to with an item from one of her bags.

In his room, a bare-fleshed Fuu had curled up for a ‘catnap’ on his bed. She looked so peaceful and sweet until Roxas had to shake her awake.

“Fuu,” He whispered. “Fuu, come on, wake up.”

Holding her shoulder gently, he gave her a light shake until she began to stir.

“Listen, we’ve hit a bit of a snag. Olette’s downstairs in the front room, and she’s going to be spending the night here. We need to be extra careful so she doesn’t find out that you’re here, otherwise who knows what might happen.”

Not that he imagined her to react in a distressed manner; Fuu quite calmly sat up and stretched her back. Upon relaxing, Fuu leant against Roxas with her head on his shoulder.

“Problematic situation,” She remarked tiredly, her eye closing again.

“It is. What I’m afraid we’ll have to do, is for you to stay in here and keep out of sight until I’ve set up a room for her to sleep in.”

She opened her eye and tilted her head up. Her expression was unsurprisingly plain, though her eye glimmered expectantly.

“Alternatives?”

“I can’t think of any others. It’s the best I can come up with for now.”

“Seduction attempt?”

Roxas stiffened at her humoured suggestion.

“I... I’m not so sure. She’s my best friend. She’s not interested in me.”

“Certain?”

“Very. The whole thing would fall flat on its face if I tried,” Roxas put his lips to her forehead. “I couldn’t do such a thing to her. I don’t want her running out of here, screaming to the world that I’m some kind of sleazy, rapist pervert. Okay, that’s probably worst case, but I still wouldn’t like to lose my friend.”

‘Clueless,’ she giggled in her mind at his apparent knowledge of his friend’s attraction.

When he returned to the lower level of the house, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, Roxas went straight into the kitchen to check up on dinner. Everything seemed to be in order and more or less complete, so he switched everything off.

“Check on Olette,” He informed himself.

There was more than a single portion of fish and chips, and serving them up would arouse suspicion if she saw them. He could just say that he made an extra batch because he felt extra hungry tonight, but he felt that that excuse might not hold water.

“Roxas,” Olette’s voice called from the other room, the tone more timid than he’d ever heard from her before.

“Yup,” He called back.

“Cou-could you come in here for a moment, please? I need your help with something.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in just a second,” Checking to make sure everything was covered so it didn’t go cold, he then washed his hands and went off to see what it was Olette wanted him to help her with. “Right, so what’s the prob...”

In a click, his question cut dead and he froze in his tracks. The purpose was wholly justified.

His friend stood in the living room, feet pointing inwards and hands joined behind her back like a shy child. Her eyes were downcast, cheeks flaming red like a traffic light, and she trembled either out of nerves or the cold. The latter wouldn’t be an idea to sweep under the rug, for the clothes she arrived in weren’t the ones she was wearing this moment in time.

“I... I wanted to get your opinion on my new swimsuit,” She said without looking at him.

If he had the ability to give an immediate opinion, he would have. Right now, he’d be lucky if he could string together a coherent sentence.

It wasn’t any ordinary one-piece swimsuit. Shaded a deep scarlet with black outlining, the bottoms tied at the hips with string and looked so tight, so small, they hugged the crotch to display camel toes. The ‘top portion’ consisted of two wide strips, barely enough to properly cover the full amount of her well supported, wonderfully round C-cup breasts, that crossed over her front and tied with more string around the back of her neck. Her bellybutton peeked naughtily through the diamond shaped hole of the cross, her cleavage was greatly pronounced and her nipples jutted so obviously through the fabric.

This was a swimsuit really meant to catch someone’s attention more so than usual.

Roxas closed his eyes briefly to sort his thoughts. He had to say something, anything, and then get out of the room quick enough without looking back so she could get changed again. Otherwise, who knows what he might do to show himself up. Frightfully, he may end up doing something rash that could cost him his best friend.

“Olette,” He winced, looking up. “You look absolutely stun-”

The second time in a space of two minutes saw him left incapacitated and speechless. Fearful, too. Who should he spot wandering in through the door behind Olette but his girlfriend, wearing one of his t-shirts, with an unusual, enticing sway in her walk, and an expression that was utterly devoid of any emotion. As was quite often the case.

All of his senses incorrectly assumed a damning scenario. He imagined that Fuu might seize the girl and force her into the ‘alternative plan b’ that was mentioned upstairs, and that Olette might start kicking and screaming out of pure terror. Rather, it played out to the least of his expectations.

“Awaiting approval,” Fuu directed that at Roxas in a tone that was quite innocent despite the deviant gleam in her red eye. She challenged his hesitation just after she rested her chin on Olette’s shoulder and slipped her hands around the brunette’s waist from behind.

The fact that Olette didn’t panic but instead placed her right hand on top of Fuu’s gave Roxas the feeling that there was a plan somewhere behind this.

“O-Olette, Fuu, what’s going on...?”

“F-F-Fuu, she told me,” Olette struggled with her explanation thanks to Fuu, as the silver haired girl had turned her lips on her ear to suckle and chew on the lobe. “She told me that it was okay... for the three of us...”

The rest was left for Roxas to piece together, and it wasn’t hard. Not like the growing tent in his shorts.

“Are you... sure?”

His question was directed at Olette. He really wanted to know if this was of her free will, or if Fuu had pressured her into doing so.

Olette nodded and shuddered as the shorter girl’s hand slipped down and cupped her precious area, rubbing it through the tight material.

“Roxas, I... for a long time, I’ve... liked you,” She broke off, squealing and trembling and Fuu’s fingers applied more pressure and as her tongue licked her ear.

Roxas looked to Fuu, who gave him a feisty look before it transformed into a rather loving smile.

Oh, this should be interesting.

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