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The Incredibly Indecent Worlds Tour	By : ShireFolk Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 31468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4: Radiant Garden Part 1
Sweat dripped off of Olette's body, striking against the floor as she moved. Bare feet padded on the metal floor of the chamber, her footsteps echoing across the room in tandem with her shouts and panting breath. A wooden practice sword was gripped in her hands, becoming an extension of her body as the Apprentice Keyblade Wielder conducted her daily drills.
She was the only one in the room at the moment, none around to view her jiggling bust or gyrating hips while she practiced her sword-strokes. Even so, it didn't stop her body from exuding hotness from every pore. Naked but for the small white thong covering her crotch, she was a vision of nubile glory. Olette’s nipples stood hard and erect, jutting out from pink areolas. Though she was by no means in any sort of a sexual situation, inside she still felt the sensation of practicing while practically naked to be highly erotic.
Maybe Master will come in and offer to ‘help’, Olette thought to herself with a small smile as she completed a twentieth downward stroke, imagining a Neoshadow standing in front of her, and her blade slicing down through its head. She shook her head a little, getting the first thought out of her head. No. As nice as it would be for Sora to come along and join her practice, she really needed to get through these sets. She’d been lax in performing them recently, especially given how sexually-charged everyone had been over the past year as the four of them all eventually hooked up with the spiky-haired brunet Keyblade Master. The sex was great; in fact it was fucking fantastic, and Sora could be very romantic when he wanted to be and made her heart race and her entire body blush, knowing that she was fully in love with him; but there were times when they really had better things to be doing than knocking boots.
Olette continued her practice, performing sets of thrusts and body strikes before taking a breather and progressing on to using magic. She had gotten quite good at it since the Keyblade chose her, but she was still nowhere close to Naminé’s abilities with it. In her opinion, she was a little behind Kairi and a few lengths behind Sora, but Olette prided herself on being leaps and bounds ahead of Xion. The raven-haired apprentice could utilize basic spells and variations, but her talents lay mostly in skill of arms.
After a full two hours' workout, her body was gleaming with perspiration and the brunette's hair was plastered to her neck. Olette's breath came in hard and her muscles ached, but she felt good. The exercise was a welcome thing to go through, and Olette allowed herself a look over her body, smiling at what she saw. A fit and slim waist, only a small and healthy pudge on her stomach, toned shaved legs, arms corded with a respectable amount of muscle tissue, and bountiful breasts bordering just on the D side that Sora (and everyone else for that matter) liked to ogle and massage.
Olette smirked to herself when thinking about the healthy globes on her chest. She shared a healthy rivalry with Kairi in just about everything since the redhead had joined her in training under Sora (and she joined Kairi in training under Sora), and prided herself on being just a little bit bigger than Kairi in the boob department, though the redhead did have a nicer butt than she did, so it was a fair trade-off.
Despite the pride in her body that Olette was currently feeling, it didn't stop her from disliking the sticky, muggy, sensation that was currently all over her skin thanks to her practice session.
"Phew. I need a nice shower," the brunette Keyblade Wielder said to herself, going over to a rack close to the door to deposit the wooden training sword she had been using, after wiping it clean. They would be coming up on Radiant Garden soon, and it wouldn't do to see her old friends again smelling like a pig.
The hall outside of the practice chamber was also empty, making Olette idly wonder where the others were, only to giggle and rationalize that they were probably doing exactly what they had all been doing over the past seventy-two hours. Just the thought of it was already making her juicy snatch start to grow wet. "I wonder just how many times we've gotten fucked since we all got on board," Olette questioned the empty hallway, her fingers sliding along the wall. "There was the first night, and then the shower, and at least three times since then, for me anyway, plus last night when I got to share his bed. Sora is such a studly trooper."
"That he is," said a breathless voice that came from a side hallway. Olette turned her head as she reached the intersection between the two and smiled.
"Oh, hey Naminé. What have you been up to?"
Naminé smiled and came closer to Olette, waving a little after Olette's greeting. The blonde was without her lower underwear, not completely surprising Olette since given the rule and their amorous relation to the one male aboard they all seemed to forgo their panties about half the time, but wore a sheer, yellow silk miniskirt so thin that it concealed nothing and revealed everything with a slightly golden tinge.
"Just reading a book, actually," Naminé answered, and blushed a little before giggling to herself like she had stolen a cookie from the jar and was trying to hide the fact that she'd done it.
"What?" asked Olette. "What's funny?"
"Well..." Naminé began, moving her hips; deliberately voluptuous in the act and drawing Olette's eyes to them. "...the book I had been reading? It was a spellbook I'd picked up from a merchant who was dealing in items where you needed to be of a certain age to purchase them." Naminé suddenly pressed Olette up against the wall, one of her hands clutching at a breast and giving it a playful squeeze. Olette gasped. "And some of the spell descriptions left me horny."
Olette shivered as Naminé ran her tongue along the brunette's neck, licking up the perspiration that had accumulated from Olette's workout, but not in unpleasantness. "Naminé, I really need to take a shower, and we should be at Radiant Garden soon..." the brunette spoke, trying to be a voice of reason and failing somewhat as her voice hitched. Naminé's lips moved from the side of her neck to the base of it, and she kissed the flesh there softly while the hand she had against Olette's supple tit slowly massaged it in clockwise rotations.
"Are you telling me to stop?" Naminé asked in between kisses that removed the salty sweat from the other girl's upper chest. Her voice was smooth as a fine Bordeaux, and Naminé's other hand slowly rubbed up and down Olette's left side. The blonde crushed her body against Olette's, keeping her pinned to the wall and pressing Naminé's slightly smaller bosom into the brunette's abdomen just beneath Olette's own.
What with the near-constant state of arousal that Olette had been in since the five of them had stripped to their underwear when they boarded the Nero, and with a few of the thoughts that she had conjured up while training still fresh in her head, and with Naminé looking so darn sexy and touching her body just so, there was no possible way that Olette was going to say 'no' to her; not when she was turned on like this. She said as much, and Naminé grinned into her chest.
"Then why don't we continue? You look like you need a post-workout cooldown," Naminé rose up, lips meeting Olette's, and the brunette surrendered herself to their touch. As Naminé kissed her, hands massaging Olette's body, Olette placed her own hands on Naminé's side, and slowly began to slide them down until they reached that thin skirt that the blonde was wearing, and flipped it up to unveil her ass. Naminé moaned into her mouth as Olette's probing fingers began to squeeze at her firm buttocks, molding in with the skin.
The two kept it up for some minutes, their hands teasing and probing each other's bodies while their lips traded firm kisses and tongues wiggled around to collect salty sweat and wet spit. Naminé then gave Olette one more playful kiss on the nose before sliding down the brunette's body, licking and kissing her way until she had reached Olette's hips. The blonde properly got onto her knees, smiling at the dampness coating her partner's underwear.
"You're certainly a lot more eager than you let on, 'Lette," she said, and looked up at the brunette with a dirty smile.
"Speak for yourself," Olette replied as Naminé hooked two fingers around the waistband of Olette's damp thong and started to bring them down. "I could feel you starting to drip down your legs. Now hur-ahmmm." Her plea fell into a moan as Naminé complied before she had even finished, the blonde digging in and beginning to devour Olette's wet muff with her tongue.
Olette's hands went to the sides of Naminé's head, keeping her in position as she started spelling the alphabet with her tongue. Olette had been eaten out by all three of the other girls before, as well as Sora, and apart from him she still had to say that Naminé was the best at giving any of them a thorough tonguing. Her juices flowed freely as Naminé's dextrous pink organ swirled around inside of Olette's folds, lapping up the fluid and making Olette squeak and mewl like a newborn kitten as she was pleasured.
She removed one hand from Naminé's head and brought it up to her own right breast, massaging the flesh and playing with the nipple. It felt grand, this moment of tension release after a vigorous workout. Naminé was right; this was just what Olette had needed, though a shower afterwards would be welcome too.
"Oh yes... That's it, Nami. Just like that," Olette softly encouraged. Naminé tightened the grip that she had on Olette's hips, and slowly started to slide backwards, bringing the brunette down the wall with her. Olette smiled as she reached the floor, and leaned her back against the wall as Naminé leaned forward. Their lips met again for a brief moment while Naminé pressed her body up against Olette's.
"So was this a good idea, 'Lette?" Naminé asked impishly.
"Keep doing what you were doing and I certainly won't be complaining," Olette replied. Naminé grinned wider and set herself to repeat her path down Olette's wonderful abdomen, suckling at the flesh that resided there and licking up more of her hot, salty sweat. Olette took heavy breaths and giggled uncontrollably as Naminé's teeth nibbled at her sides just by her navel.
The blonde finally reached Olette's nethers again, and gave her velvety petals a soft kiss before beginning to lightly lick at them once more. Olette sighed softly and lightly rubbed her hands up and down her body, stimulating the soft skin and massaging her own sweat back into it.
A tiny flicker of movement caught Olette's eye. She looked up, and gave a soft coo while Naminé continued to gently pleasure her core with her dexterous tongue. Sora was standing just around where the corridor bent around the hull of the Nero down the path Olette had been taking before being waylaid by Naminé. He was fully clothed for the first time in days, wearing a pair of white board shorts and a black polo shirt accented by a vest with dark clouds and blue-white lightning bolt designs on it. His trademark crown pendant hung strikingly around his neck, the silver jewelry a sharp contrast to the dark colours he was wearing.
If he was fully dressed already then they must be pretty close to Radiant Garden. That would mean that Naminé would either have to stop or else step up her-
A very indecent gasp jumped out of her mouth as something that was certainly not Naminé's tongue entered her wet pussy. Olette looked away from where Sora was currently watching the show with a very 'oh don't mind me, ladies, just keep doing what you were doing' expression, and down at Naminé. One of her fingers was penetrating into Olette's body, slowly twisting around as Naminé moved it back and forth and licked her further up. The rough buds of her tongue ignited a series of sparks through her nervous system as they slid over Olette's clit, and this time Olette's moan of pleasure was low and loud. Sora could hear that one; there was no way he wouldn't be able to with how close he was standing and watching.
"Ooooh, that's it Naminé. Keep going," Olette urged, and squeezed her muscles against Naminé's single digit. "Fuck my pussy with your finger."
Naminé gave her a quick kiss on the crotch just above her beautiful labias. "See. I knew that you needed this just as much as I did." Not once while she spoke did she even so much as slow down her finger's movement inside of her partner. "You've really tightened it up in there. You're going to make me work to get you off, huh?"
"I don't see why I should have been the only one getting an actual workout today," Olette replied in a playful manner. "Now come on. I know that that's not the best that you can do."
"Then get ready," Naminé told her with a giggle, "because I memorized one of the spells in that book already." She heard Naminé utter a few words under her breath that Olette couldn't catch, and then immediately felt a rush of heat in her core. Her juices started to flow out of her pussy like water from a broken dam, and her mind felt blanketed with a singular desire. She wanted to fuck, right now. It didn't matter who or what with, but her body was hot with an itch that needed to be scratched and scratched hard. If she had any clothing left on she would have torn it off in an instant.
Both of Olette's hands grasped at her plump boobs, pushing them together while she squeezed them and whined. She needed something inside of her body right now or else she was going to go mad. Luckily Naminé was there between her legs to take care of that, but the blonde was taking her time, observing Olette's reaction to the lust spell she had placed on her.
"Wow, I did not think that it was going to be that effective," Naminé said with a grin, and licked at the pussy juice drenching her finger. "The book did say that its effectiveness varies a little each time, or maybe you're just a really dirty girl."
"Naminé, hurry," Olette pleaded in a whimper. "Hurry and fuck me."
"Damn, that worked a lot better than I thought it would," Naminé added eagerly, delighted at Olette's words. "Well then, it's only too bad that I forgot to bring Cockulese with me. It could have really filled you up." She was referring to an obscene light purple silicone dildo of hers with three ends: one to jam tightly into her own pussy, and the other two to simultaneously fuck another girl's butt and cunt with. She had used it on all of them before, and had it used on her as well. Just thinking about the toy was making Olette squirm even more than she already was. "I guess I'll just have to use something else!"
Grinning with all the sexual deviousness of a succubus, Naminé pulled away from Olette's eager and juiced loins and started to rub at it with her fingers. Slowly, she slipped a finger inside of her again, and then a second, and a third. Olette cried out as Naminé probed her insides deeper with her fingers and wiggled them around. It felt good, but it wasn't enough; it was nowhere near enough!
"More! Nami...more! Give me more!"
Naminé gently cooed and brushed the side of Olette's face with her left hand. "You didn't honestly think that I was going to stop there, did you? I know what the spell is doing to you, you know. You're absolutely burning up, and you need to be fucked hard until you've cummed all that lust out of you. There's no way I can satisfy you with only three fingers." As if to accentuate this claim, Naminé pulled all three of them out. Olette whined, feeling completely empty inside while the sexual frustration that Naminé had inflicted upon her mounted higher.
Naminé grinned wickedly, and then pushed her entire hand inside of Olette's pussy up to her wrist. The brunette wailed in pleasure at the feeling of having her hot tunnel stretched so wide by it, and squirmed underneath the blonde as Naminé wiggled and curled her fingers around while slowly pumping it back and forth. Olette came quickly, her juices spurting out of her tight fuckhole clamped around every square centimetre of skin that Naminé had put inside of her.
Olette panted from exertion and lay back, sparks floating in front of her eyes from the intensity of her orgasm. But her body was still unbelievably hot. Just one wasn't going to do it. She needed more, and she needed more than just to cum herself. Olette tried to voice it, but at the moment her brain couldn't comprehend just what she needed either.
Naminé didn't notice her babbling, or, perhaps, pretended not to as she popped her hand out of Olette's dripping cunt and began to devour the girl's flower with her tongue again, trying to eat up as much of Olette's delectable nectar as she could. The hand that she had removed went under her own legs and began to rub furiously at her own leaking cunny.
Neither of them were in any state to notice the approach of their voyeur. Sora had had about as much watching as he could take before his dick would have burst a hole in his clothes in its need to be free and insert itself inside one of the girls. He'd stripped himself of his shorts, boxers, socks, and shoes, and was moving straight for Naminé with his foot-long cock wagging in front of his hips, the monstrous piece of meat already as hard as a steel pole. He got right up to Naminé before either of them noticed them, flipped Naminé's tiny skirt back up to reveal every square centimetre of her ass to him, and rammed his throbbing cock right into her velvety cunt.
Naminé cried out as she was suddenly penetrated, her hands leaving their positions to prop herself up from the floor. Olette's flat stomach became the resting place of the blonde's stunned tongue, accumulating a healthy amount of slobber that flowed out of Naminé's mouth. The flesh of her butt rippled delectably as Sora began thrusting hard and fast into her pussy, causing her running juices to leak out and soak his balls as they slapped up against her labias.
"M-Master! I didn't know that you were-uhn-here!" Naminé panted, moving her arms to hug Olette's waist for support while turning her head to look back and up at Sora.
"Sorry Naminé. I know that we're getting real close to Radiant Garden, but I couldn't resist with your butt teasing me like that," he replied with his face set in a naughty grin. He slowed down, and showed some concern. She hadn't actually said that she was fine with him popping in. "You're okay with that?"
"Mm, yeah, keep going," Naminé replied contentedly, pushing her hips back against his and squeezing his cock with her vaginal walls as she forced more of his length into her body. Sora's grin returned, and he regained the speed that he had started with.
"That's it, Master," Olette encouraged, a soaking finger by her mouth to suck on, "fuck her just like that. Fuck her hard."
"My thoughts exactly, Olette," Sora agreed, and he made Naminé's back arch and her voice mewl like a cat as he switched to deep, penetrating strokes that sent him inside of her right up to the base of his member. Naminé moaned in unconstrained pleasure and dipped her head back to her friend's stomach. She got back to work with her dexterous tongue, lapping up the girl's hot sweat from her broiling body, dipping into her navel and sucking out the nectar that had spilled from her own mouth. Olette's skin was as hot as a furnace, probably an effect of the spell she had been put under, and Naminé made every effort to try to lick away as much of her friend's sweat as she possibly could while getting her hot pussy stuffed like a turkey with Sora's foot-long member.
Pressure was placed against Naminé's head as Olette brought her hands to it. "Lick my pussy, Nami," the brunette told her. "I need it. Fuck me with your tongue." Nodding her head a little, Naminé returned to the task of feasting upon the love juices pouring out of Olette's stretched hole, moaning through it all as Sora unrelentingly pounded away at her from behind.
Grinning in satisfaction, Sora removed one of his hands from his apprentice's hips and reached around, cupping a firm nearly C-cup knocker in his fingers and giving it a squeeze while simultaneously giving her nethers a particularly strong thrust. His apprentice forgot all about her current task as her back arched and she howled in pleasure. Her vaginal walls became a vice around him as she came, milking his cock for the white spunk contained within his balls while her cloudy cum squirted out around him with every thrust he made, and Sora growled through clenched teeth. Though in his heart Kairi would always be his best girl, there were a few facts that is mind and dick always reminded him of whenever they came up. The first was that while Kairi did have the best arse to plug with his raging member, Olette had the best tits to squeeze his sausage between of the bunch, Xion's mouth was the hottest when they were swallowing as much as they could take down their throats, and Naminé's pussy was always the wettest and most pleasing glove to pitch into.
He was reminded of that now, his steel-hard cock twitching inside of Naminé's tight slit, aching and ready to blow a hot load of jizz all over her insides. Hissing, Sora pulled his hard length out right when he was on the precipice, and slapped the mushroom head on Naminé's shining round buttocks. He let it out, shot after shot of his white cum coating the blonde's asscheeks as she moaned and slumped onto the ground. Her head lay in Olette's lap, breath coming in in laboured pants. Sora had not been easy on her this time.
Olette's reflexes were sharp, and she leaned over Naminé's bent body the moment Sora was finished spewing her bum and the back of her sheer skirt with cum and looked at the sticky glaze with glee. She fell upon the load with a ready tongue, licking up the sweat and cum that coated her fellow apprentice's ass with aplomb. It was just what she needed. The taste of cum in her mouth was exactly what her body was screaming for ever since Naminé had put her under that spell.
"Mmm, yummy," the brunette declared, licking her lips and looking up at the person who had provided it. Sora grinned and softly placed a hand on her cheek.
"There's more where that came from," he reminded her, and flexed the muscles at the base of his dong to make him dance in front of her face. Olette giggled and took the shaft into her hand. She smiled up at Sora, jerking his member a few times to make sure that it was right back to full hardness, before engulfing the head and the first couple of inches with a delightful 'nyum'. Sora's breath hitched for a moment as Olette took him in, and he moaned through closed lips while his feet staggered a little. He was still a little sensitive from the orgasm he'd just had. She sucked him hard and eagerly, swirling her tongue around the head of his member every time Olette brought the head back to dwell just in front of her lips.
Sora hissed and groaned in pleasure, giving Olette a deep feeling of satisfaction that her actions were appealing to him. However, she knew exactly what she could do that would guarantee that she would get even more of his delicious seed to swallow. Olette gently pushed Naminé aside and knelt down in front of Sora. She popped his hard-on out of her mouth and gave it a show lick up the shaft, looking directly into Sora's eyes with a playful grin. She stretched a little, straightening her back, and brought both of her just barely D-cup breasts forward and squished his cock between them.
Catching on, Sora slowly began thrusting forward into that warm and soft canyon that Olette created for him, telling her that he approved of the idea. She drooled onto her own chest and wobbled her gorgeous tits around, ensuring that his passage would be at least a little smoother. Not that her actions mattered much; Olette's skin was already so covered in sweat that Sora was already sliding through her bosom with ease.
Olette couldn't help but laugh while her master fucked her tits. It felt so good whenever they did this; she enjoyed the treatment even more than Sora did, and speaking of treatment, it looked as though Sora was about to give her face his special one.
"I'm going to cum, Olette," Sora groaned.
"Then cum, Master," cooed his apprentice. She looked at him with eager eyes while he still pounded away, thrusting between her boobs. Her entire body was craving for it now. "Cum in my mouth. Cum all over my face."
Olette had barely finished speaking when Sora gripped her by the sides of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. His seed spilled out with a satisfied noise exiting his nostrils, and Olette closed her eyes and began swallowing down his spunk as it filled her mouth. Both of her hands went to the base of his pulsing cockmeat, rapidly jerking it to encourage it to give her everything it had in this load. Everything turned out to be more than she could take into her mouth, as it always was, so Olette was forced to pull it out and let the last few spurts coat her chin and cheeks.
When all was said and done, Sora pressed himself against the wall for balance, and Olette leaned back and started licking away the excess cum on her face. She looked down at Naminé, who was watching her with a little bit of jealousy but was mostly smiling in satisfaction. "Thanks for this, Naminé, Sora. I guess I did need a cooldown after all."
"Our pleasure," Naminé said, giggling faintly. Sora came forward and kissed each of the girls on the lips before getting them to their feet.
"You'd both better take a shower," he said. "We're only about twenty minutes away from Radiant Garden, and we don't need to see everybody again with some of us smelling like sex."
"Right, Master," Naminé agreed. "Come on Olette; let's get cleaned up."
"And make sure you both get dressed and put on something cute!" Sora called after them. Olette waved while they walked away, her panties held in her right hand.
"So..." Naminé began once they were out of earshot, "have you got any plans for what you want to do down there?"
Olette gave her a grin. "You know our deal with Sora? I want to get a head start. Since we're pretending we aren't his girlfriends, that means it's open season starting today."
Naminé smirked. "Let me guess. Hayner and Pence?"
Olette had the decency to blush. Just mentioning her two old friends with the thought of fucking with them both was already making her wet again. "You're welcome to come with, Nami."
Naminé's grin was all the answer Olette needed. Those boys were in for a wild night; they just didn't know it yet.
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