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Kingdom Tart	By : HondoOokami Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 32614 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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The summer sun beat down on Xion’s sweat-laden back as she jogged through Twilight Town’s lazy streets, her pace swift and easy. An encouraging track by Bon Jovi, Livin’ on a Prayer, one from a random mix of nearly four hundred titles by different artists in her library, played from her small music player, fed along the lengthy winding cable to her headphones and blared into her ears.
While she pretended to ignore and kept a poker face to the pop-eyed stares and knuckle-biting winces from the many men and teens she’d passed by, she actually relished the attention.
Thanks to a few of her friends, namely the overly-excited joy-factory Selphie and the self-proclaimed ‘awesomest butt-kicker ninja extraordinaire’ Yuffie, she’d been made aware that herself and her sister were two forbidden fruits absolutely everybody wanted to sink their teeth into. The very idea that all these people around her wanted to take a bite of her delicious tight peach and most probably locked themselves away in their rooms at night to have a vigorous wank while they fantasised about her, Naminé or even the both of them together should’ve disgusted her and, if she ever found about it, would make Naminé faint. It didn’t disgust her at all, however. If anything, it created an unusual naughty-ridden growth at the back of her mind which continued to nag her into doing things to sexually torment the people who desired yet knew they couldn’t have her.
And that was the exact reason why she’d forgone her usual matching black sports bra and 2”, crevice-creeping boy shorts, and settled upon the boner-bait article she’d been given as a present last Christmas by her mother, no less. It was actually beach wear, sporty beach wear at that, but then a lot of people in the area had a tendency to wander around in bikinis, swimming trunks and mega-skimpy skirts and crop-tops all the time when the sun hit hard. To be fair, most were actually on their way to the beach or the local pool, rather than wearing them for the sake of it.
Deep black, side-tied with thin elastic string which rested just below the hips, the low leg, Brazilian-cut bottoms had been designed to leave little to the imagination. In this case, imaginations were crazier than mad, axe-wielding maniacs who wear half a cantaloupe on their heads and walk down the street saying ‘I’m a hamster’. Even with the low-resting waistband, they couldn’t see the bottom portions of either the tattoo on her lower back, or the one disappearing down the front of her bottoms, leaving them begging to find out just how low it went. The way the material noticeably pronounced her glorious cameltoes with those enviably big chubby lips and the tight crack swallowing up some of the spandex left many people with aching stiffies, noses losing a worrying amount of blood, and groaning longingly like the legions of the undead in her wake.
To compliment the bottoms, the top portion was high-necked and crossed-backed, but much more importantly, very, very short on the other end. Designed as an ‘underboob’ bra, even though Xion didn’t have any to speak of, the effect was no less incredible. People would drop to their knee in hope of catching a glimpse of more, and while this was to no avail, the fit was so seamless it was like the bra had been painted onto her chest anyway. What especially drove the droves wild was the fact it could be removed by a zip at the front, making access so very easy; and it was so goddamn tempting to try to see just how easy it was.
Slowing down by a bench, Xion did a few leg-up exercises before she paused for a quick water break. It wasn’t actually water but an isotonic sports drink she had with her, in a fairly big sports bottle. She didn’t mind carting it around as it helped tone the muscles a little more, plus it got lighter along the way. She took a light swig first as she adjusted the volume of her music player, which was now playing Nirvana’s ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’. While she’d normally keep the micro player on an armband, she’d rightly guessed it’d tease her audience more if she kept it elsewhere; just peeking out the top of the front part of her bottoms, adding the extra ‘sex-factor’ to her deliciously naughty tattoo location.
People watched her take it out with a long, sharp intake of breath, and when they watched her slide it back in, they collectively released it like deflating air mattresses. Tongues rolled out, as did a lot of saliva. The audience eyed her up and down, up and down; some almost getting dizzy. The area currently of interest as she stood there was the expansively exposed stomach region.
Never have so many wished with all their hearts that they were one of the lucky gleaning sweat beads which rolled down her washboard stomach, finding detours along the many toned ridges as an excuse to spend more time upon and to search for any micro millimetre of flesh untouched by salty moisture, and either bypassing or dipping into and out of her needs-to-be-tongued bellybutton along the way, with the former being the least popular choice. The final run from the navel was like a freefall, a penultimate dive down the gorgeous lower abdomen directly into the crotch where the beads would spend their final moments in a paradise far greater than any heaven.
All the groaning and odd noises surrounding her made it sound like the cattle market was in town.
Pretending not to notice, she spotted one group of many groups who’d been standing around eating ice creams, and they’d taken particular notice of her. Anyone could tell, provided they weren’t too enthralled with her, as they hadn’t noticed their frozen treats were going unattended and were dripping all over their hands. With a slight smile, it gave Xion a rather naughty idea.
Tilting her head back and squeezing the bottle, the orange-flavoured juice poured into her mouth until it started to overflow on account of her not swallowing it yet. Down it flowed from the corners of her mouth, down the front and sides of her slender neck, washing over her collar and soaking up into the tightly-fitted black spandex. That was until she created a right royal ruckus by raising her other hand to the zip and, tantalisingly slow in the motion, opened up the front of the bra to allow the juice to flow down the shallow groove between her pancake-flat breasts.
All around her, time was standing still. So many faces frozen with hungry expressions, so many throats drier than a heaping pile of week-old muesli, and so many growing erections testing the quality of the underwear tailor’s workmanship. If this were a cartoon, eyes the size of Swiss balls would be popping out of their heads, tongues would be rolling out across the floor like Hollywood red carpets, and wolf-whistling and horn-honking would be rampant. There was a collective, lip-biting ‘Mmmnnnn’ followed by the doubling-over of many who couldn’t take the strain much more as Xion, with well-hidden satisfaction, unzipped completely and allowed her sporty swim top to flap open, showing plenty of her breasts but then not exactly too much, for the greatest effect.
It did feel good to have a refreshing little breeze against her chest as the drink washed down her front, now travelling all the way down to her bottoms to soak up there, where she was already very wet from her well-hidden excitement. The liquid was a bit sticky, but she didn’t mind at all. It was good to make the watchers want to clean it all up for her, even if their mouths were too dry to even try.
Taking small gulps of her drink beforehand, she then momentarily redirected the bottle to her jugular notch. There, she gave a few squeezes to splash more onto her chest, letting it flow down in heavier quantities. To then make things even more torturous for her observers, she used the fingertips of her free hand to then swirl and smear the liquid over her chest and the exposed areas of her breasts, working it down and over her wonderful abdomen, and then finally, lower.
At this point, people would start cumming in their underpants. Her fingers led her hand into the front of her bottoms, trailing the sticky wetness that’d made her body so delightfully shiny, before her tips circled and wiggled around inside like she was massaging some lotion into her skin. If that wasn’t enough, when she brought her fingers out again, she then hooked her thumb inside and stretched the front of her bottoms forward, looking like it was to the point of snapping the already thin string tying the sides, which exposed just her excitingly bald, über-fat pubic mound, and the base of the tattoo they were so eager to know all about. She then tipped the sports bottle and aimed it at her mound, squeezed and splashed all over.
What didn’t soak up into the fabric of her bottoms run down the inside of her skinny little thighs, which was one of the many hundreds of things the audience tried to keep track of all at once. Her bottoms snapped back to their original crotch-hugging duty when she pulled her thumb out, and the cap of her bottle clipped shut when she decided the water break was over and it was time to get going.
Before she did, however, she wanted to do a few things for good measure. She took the two parts of her open top and flapped it as you would with a shirt in this hot weather, which not only exposed more of her breasts, but gave them another cherry to add to their cakes alongside the knowledge she’s balder than a plucked chicken downstairs; her nipples were clearly erect, one more noticeable than the other as one of the band-aids she often used to stop nipple-chafing while she run had lost its stickiness on one end, and was flapping about playing a naughty game of peek-a-boo. When they caught sight of the nipple piercing, many people almost lost their own hands trying to bite down into their fists in order to stifle a wanting groan.
Zipping up, much to the disappointment of all observing, she left them with a stunner before she took off again. Winking, she told them, “Same time tomorrow, fellas.”
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If there was a world record for the number of times a foul-mouthed urchin could blaspheme in less than sixty seconds, then Roxas would’ve been well away with the honorary certificate for his impressive tally of vile words to describe his noncey-arsed self. That’s pretty much all he’d been doing the past few minutes under his breath, having fully realised what he’d done to defile poor Naminé. He was supposed to take a nap to keep out of trouble, not dig a pit of trouble so freakin’ deep he’d find himself stumbled onto the down-dwelling land of fire, brimstone and short, toasting-fork wielding munchkins in red pyjamas.
“Oh God, I’m such a horrible, despicable, perverted bastard! Please please please please please, I beg for your forgiveness!” Roxas pleaded, grovelling on his knees with hands and forehead pressed down on the carpeted carriage floor. “I made a mistake; I thought I was only dreaming when I was doing those things to you, I didn’t know that I was actually-”
Naminé cut in quick. She slid off the seat and dropped to her knees, sitting in the w-sit position right in front of him, raked her dainty fingers through his mop of hair and placed her chin on his scalp.
“Roxas please calm down,” She shushed reassuringly. “It’s all perfectly all right, I’m not mad at you or anything.”
His shoulders quaking, Roxas lifted his head until he was eye-level with Naminé. His cheek twitched worryingly when he noticed some of his cum still clung to her eyebrow.
“I’m not imagining all this, am I?” Roxas said slowly, with all the caution of a man whose punishment for losing a bet was to sneak up behind a sleeping lion with a wet towel and whip it in the love spuds. “This really isn’t… still just part of my dream that’s simply taken a bit of a wrong turn, is it?”
Eyes squinting like he’d bitten into an especially sour lemon as Naminé cutely tilted her head and gazed at him like an innocent lamb forcing him to drop the meat cleaver and instead consider life as a vegan, he remained stock-still when she grasped his hand with both her own and slowly brought it up to her mouth. Gently at first and then followed by a slightly more stingy bite into the base of his thumb, both Roxas’ hand and his face twitched.
“Does that help?” She asked as she apologetically suckled on the reddened area.
“Yeah, that just about confirms it,” He nodded, falling into an awkward silence with his eyes on Naminé’s lips.
“Nam-Nam,” She mumbled with a shy smile and a blush, breaking the silence. “I like that name.”
“Ooh,” Red faced, Roxas’ head sunk into his shoulders. “Don’t tell me… I talked in my sleep, didn’t I?”
“You certainly said a lot of funny things,” Naminé giggled, and shivered like she had a cold chill creep up her back. “But they were things that made me really happy, and… they also made me all tingly and gooey inside.”
Cor, if he hadn’t woken up in time, he could have literally made her all gooey and tingly inside using that troublesome stick of meat he packed.
“Soooo,” Roxas whistled nervously, having remembered he hadn’t actually put it away yet. His hands discreetly tried to cover it over. “What happens now, then? Where do we go from here?”
“Weeeeeell,” She said, and glanced over to her original seat. Both her bag and sketchbook were over there, and so was the pair of sandals she’d taken off. “I do have something in mind…”
Given that he, the monumental sex-fiend, sat there all embarrassed and sweated buckets with worry while she, the naturally timid and naïve pixie, bounded about with energy and excitement, he felt confused and taken aback. It shouldn’t be like this at all, in a sane world. Not right after he, in his sleep, had slapped his cock between her legs and humped her thin thighs until he’d creamed all over her sweet, innocent face. There should be lots of crying, lots of screaming, and some hard-arsed beat-downs from the relentless bastards of the Disney corp. train security firm. She shouldn’t be all happy-happy about being sexually assaulted by him.
Unless…
Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as she appeared. Maybe she had a secret. Maybe she had a perverted side-life just like he had… and most his friends had, as he recently discovered. Maybe she’d planned to make a move on him, or had been waiting for him to make a move on her so she could reveal said secret side to him. And now that he had, she was excited about all the steamy and sticky things they could get up to together.
Oohh that might be it…
Staring at Naminé, who flicked through the pages of her sketchbook, Roxas felt his member grow and push against the palms of his covering hands. He couldn’t hold it down, not when this hungry predator had its prey in its sights. Sweat from his brow was caught by his tongue, which licked across his dry lips.
‘Must… resist…’
At no point did his body listen to anything his head told it. Before he’d covered this nasty monster of his, Naminé had barely concealed her attempts to get another look at it. She wanted to see it again, and now it wanted to show itself off like a prize-winning pooch at a dog show before slobbering all over her.
He gave in to what his body demanded. A resolute gleam shone in Roxas’ eyes, and his hands pressed down to the floor to push up onto his feet. Like a challenging blade, Roxas’ rock-solid erection pointed out for the petite girl in white. He shuffled forward quietly, fingers twitching and cock trembling with anticipation, and as he neared her his heavy breathing pattern slowed.
“Uhn!”
Bolting upright with a startled gasp, Naminé’s little body quaked when he came to a robotic halt directly behind her. It was an unsurprising reaction, as the sticky, bulbous head of his member tapped the exposed area of her back, hot flesh to hot flesh. Her shoulder blades kissed and her head slowly turned, followed shortly by the rest of her body, and he tried very, very hard not react when his member brushed by her upper arm and across her chest, and came to rest almost directly aimed at her heart. The light sway of the train had his tip repeatedly draw a ‘Zorro’ across her flat chest.
Naminé’s lower lip folded underneath her upper row of teeth, and her shimmering eyes gazed up at his. Oh Lord, she’s so cute!



“I was hoping,” She said at last, her voice shy and dreamy. “That we could try doing all this…”
The line of sight was broken. He couldn’t see her face anymore, but he could see his.
“Whoa,” Roxas registered what he was looking at, and his eyes widened dramatically. “Is that…”

“It’s a sketch of you and Fuu up in the top right,” He heard a small, steady voice from behind the book. “To the left are you and Olette, as she was with you at the time you were in this position. I’ve also done a few of you and Sis together, she should be pretty obvious to see, and I’ve drawn some more on the other pages where you all joined together.”
The book lowered, and she peeked over the top. She was blushing furiously, no less from the hard on jabbing at her chest.
“Would you like to do these things… with me?”
Roxas gulped hard. It didn’t take a genius to work out she’d based these on the video footage saved to the camcorder he’d stupidly, or not-so stupidly if you looked at it from another perspective, left on the coffee table at home.
“Uh…” He grinned crookedly.
The fearless, metaphorical lion-tamer that normally kept his sexual urges in check but had popped out for lunch during the previous engagement where he nearly sleep-raped his friend had returned to whip any and all appendages he might be edging toward the silver platter of brain-melting hotness back into line, and forced him to consider all the factors before he pounced on top of the Lolita and acted out in manners diabolical. Foremost, what would his girlfriend say about this? Well, to go by the text messages they’d exchanged in the brief period before he boarded the train and when he went to sleep, he’d say she very much endorsed the seduction and brutal ramming of sweet li’l Naminé. As she was that kind of person, that was, in all fact, pretty close to what the last message from Fuu had said when Roxas admitted to being driven doolally by thoughts of Naminé donning sexy outfits like the ones she’d discovered back at his house; she’d texted ‘bag n’ shag. Get the other twin in if possible. Major orgy on my return’.
What with Naminé admitting to her want for Roxas to do all the naughty things to her like he did with the others and her having no problems with his other attachments, no other considerations had to be made. He was free to tuck in.
“No question,” He said finally, placed one hand on her smooth, bare shoulder, and relieved her of the sketchbook with the other. He dropped it onto her seat, cupped her rosy cheeks, and kissed her softly on the forehead. “If you’re ready for this.”

“I am,” She nodded, gripped the hem of her skirt, and she swayed her hips giddily from side to side. “I’ve been ready for you for a very long time, Roxas, and today… with plenty of pushing from my mama and some refreshing inspiration from your video, I had planned to do whatever I could to get you to make a move on me.”
Roxas’ eyebrow quirked.
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” With her eyes, she encouraged him to look down at her hands. They appeared ready to lift her skirt up. “I had a planned to tempt you with help from a little something that was in one of those bags back at your place. Would you care to take a look?”
Do lemmings like cliffs, he thought? Damn straight he’d care to take a look underneath her skirt!
Dropping to his knees, Roxas had all the giddiness of a child on a sugar rush. The unveiling was tantalisingly slow, and he didn’t mind at all; her skinny, moist thighs were so delightful to look at up close. When she finally uncovered the entire area, it resulted in his teeth sinking into his fist to suppress a groan and, more importantly, stifle the slip of a very loud, very explicit profanity.
“Mwuuuuuuuah,” Roxas gargled, his drool rolling down his fist like a waterfall. “You’re… not wearing any…”
It was exactly like his dream, only this was better because he knew he was seeing it for real. Naminé had no panties whatsoever, and her bald, chubby folds looked as gloriously juicy and delicious as they had in the confines of his own head. His big child-in-a-sweet-shop eyes then spotted the remote of the toy Naminé hinted carrying tucked into her garter, which he stupidly hadn’t noticed the first time around as he’d been enthralled by all her flesh, and he followed the path of the cable which led up the inside of her skinny, moist thigh, and fed into her slit.
“Is it… to your liking?”
Roxas’ answer, still with his fist firmly clogging up his mouth, came in the peculiar form of a giddy squeal that sounded somewhat like an elephant’s trumpet. He gave a thumbs-up with his free hand in case he hadn’t made a clear enough point, but she did seem to get it the first time.
“You can touch me as much as you want,” She offered, using her fingertips to stroke her slick, hairless pubic mound in small circles. “It’d make me really happy if you did… but what I really, really want most is to… feel you inside me…”
He almost went cross-eyed at the glorious thought of penetrating such a tiny little hole with his massive tool. Said tool was eager to do so, however, he wanted to have a go at something else beforehand.
“Mmmmm,” Naminé moaned as he scooped his hands underneath her soft, bare buttocks and tenderly squeezed for the sheer sake of doing so. The toy she had buzzing within her body had made her supremely wet, and the trails of sweet vaginal juices glistened on her flesh. They begged to be thoroughly cleaned up.
Smacking his lips, Roxas first went for her knee with a big wet smooch. Naminé released a squeaky moan through her perfect teeth, raked her fingers through his hair to the back of his head, pulled him in and pushed her hips forward. She really wanted his mouth closer to her burning loins but oh, he’d get in closer pretty soon, he would. ‘Pretty soon’, however, wasn’t soon enough for Naminé.
“R-Roxaaaasssss!” She whined, her little body shivering as he lapped at her stained leg with his tongue, suckled on her flesh and had the odd light nibble. In an attempt to attract his attention toward her hot slit she pushed her hips forward, bent her knees and made as if she wanted to sit on his face, which wasn’t a bad thing.
Chuckling to himself, and very much approving of her straightforwardness, he tilted his head back and sent her into a momentary state of stock-stillness with a squeaky, cut-short gasp as his tongue swiped upward through her crack, only just deep enough to tilt the buzzing egg inside her. She resumed her quaking as he then waggled his tongue all over her chubby folds, paused every so often to kiss and gently suckle on her fat mons, and generally sounded as if he were a pig gorging its way through the trough.
"Do I... taste good...?"
She asked, hazy like a strong drug had gotten to her.
"You're delicious,” He used his thumbs to gently open her up. Roxas went in for another lick, this time taking longer to stroke upwards and using more of the surface area than just the tip. Her fluids clung to his tongue, and bathed his taste buds with a marvellous taste which would stay with him for hours. "I could spend all day eating you out, no lie."
It was certainly no lie, he just couldn’t help but go in again, and again, and again. He turned his head to the side, and nibbled on her labia. It was a very soft and tender piece of flesh, as well as very sensitive for her. Not as much as her clitoris, which rung a howl out of her the moment he turned his lips on it. Even more followed when speared his tongue between her folds, nibbled on her chubby lips and toyed with the toy within her.

Roxas' mouth seemed to suck harder than what he was trying, and his lips made smacking noises with all the fluids pouring over them. The line he crossed to push her towards her orgasm came once he lightly bit down on her solid pebble and her hips had a sudden violent spasm forward into his face.
“Ahaaa!”
She cried up into the air, and her body released. All of her fluids poured into his mouth, and some even dripped down his chin. So much went down his throat, he had to move back to get a chance to swallow it all before he choked. It wouldn’t have been a bad way to go, mind, but he’d rather he’d get to go the full way with Naminé before he croaked it.
“M-Master…!”
Eyes bulging wide like someone had slapped his arse with a plank of wood still with the nail through it, Roxas forced himself to gulp down the last of her nectar and stared up at her flushed face.
“What did you say, Nami?” Was the rough translation of what he’d asked, as he just about recovered. Spit and saliva messily dribbled from his mouth when he spoke, or rather, garbled.
“Master,” She said eventually with a little more conviction and a lot more yearning in her tone as she composed herself after her climax. “Your Nam-Nam called you Master, Master.”
Of course, she did say he said a lot of funny things in his sleep. The whole ‘Master’ and ‘Nam-Nam’ scenario… if she wanted to play that game, then that was abso-bloody-lutely fantastic.
The fires of the special Hell for sexual deviants flared up in Roxas’ eyes, and the corners of his mouth stretched outward to their max to produce a most sinister grin. He stood up in a crouch, close to her face, so close their noses touched.
“You called for your Master, did you, Nam-Nam?”
“Y-yes,” She shivered, and shyly cupped his cheeks. “Nam-Nam wants her Master to use her body… for all his needs…”
She dropped one hand from his cheek and cupped her soaked crotch, which had stained the floor something bad after she’d cum.
“Nam-Nam wants her Master locked all the way inside her… she wants her Master to ravage her body until he sees fit to spew his thick seed into Nam-Nam’s body…”
The very thought made a dry-throated Roxas want to ‘spew his thick seed’ all over her right then and there. It did annoy him somewhat as he wanted to suck at her thighs and gorge on her folds a heck load more, but the way she begged for him to penetrate her had won him over easier than an offer for a huge bundle of free munny and a sports car for simply standing on one leg for ten seconds. He croaked, sounding like he’d aged a million years.
“Nam-Nam, you have presented your Master with an offer he cannot refuse.”
Smiling, she hugged his neck and, without any resistance from him, led him back to her seat. She sat down, drew her legs up onto the seat with her knees tucked up close to her chest, and lightly suckled on his cheek. It was pleasant, and it tickled.
He run his hands up underneath her silky-smooth thighs to the underside of her knees, and rubbed the underside of his tremendously hard cock against her puffy slit. He recalled the toy already within her when his balls brushed on the wire and this put a momentary hold on things. There was no chance on Earth, Heaven or Hell that thing could stay inside if he was coming along to accommodate her.



A naughty idea popped into his head, concerning the small problem. With a cheeky grin, Roxas hooked a finger around the wire and gently pulled it out with a slimy wet pop, while he used his free hand to cup and squeeze her delightfully soft buttock. Naminé trembled as he drew the soaked, vibrating love-egg around in small circles over her fat, bald mons, straight down the cleft and zigzagged across the perineum, until he reached the rim of her anus.
“This would be the perfect place for it to continue its fine work. Wouldn’t you agree, Nam-Nam?”
Shaking, Naminé mewed and nodded her head.
“Marvellous,” He whispered, and popped it into her tight arsehole along with half of his middle finger. A sorrowful howl erupted from Naminé and her rectal walls enclosed tightly around the digit, which he had great difficulty retrieving. “Ooh, Nam-Nam’s tightened up so much back there. She must really like it when she has things pushed up her butt.”
“Mmmnnn,” She whimpered, nodding again. Roxas, smirking broadly like the Cheshire Cat as her eyes enlarged and started to water, licked her nose.
“Master knows he’s going to have a great time thoroughly ravaging your butt next time, Nam-Nam.”
Naminé’s face had buried into the crook of his neck, and she breathed erratically against the wet patch she’d made on his skin from the dribble on her lips and the wetness of her tongue. Her hips kicked up, probably a reaction to the vibrator violating her backside, and her left leg repeatedly tried to lift up and hook around his back. It couldn’t reach, so he put a stop to the effort by pushing it back toward her chest with his hand underneath her knee.

“Okay Nam-Nam,” Roxas whispered huskily, his eyes focused on her blushing face, and his hand gripping the base of his hard on. The bulbous head teasingly prodded her puffy, tight-lipped folds, the mere contact with the spongy, baking hot flesh filling him with a sharp tingling sensation at his lower back. “Master’s going to put it in now.”
Mewing, Naminé crossed her arms underneath her knees to hold them up to her chest, making herself into a tight ball. Her feet were up in the air by his face, her little piggy’s wiggling and fisting up alternately, and that caught his attention.
“Oh, I didn’t realise what lovely feet my little Nam-Nam has,” he mused aloud, running his nose over her soles and along her toes like a dog searching for a scent, and lightly scraping his lips along the inside edges of her feet.
To his great pleasure, Naminé released an embarrassing whine and knocked her knees together to try and hide her glowing-red face. In the brief seconds before she was out of view, he’d witnessed a variety of adorable twitches and scrunches around her eyes, nose and lips, and from another whine she evidently felt his body’s reaction as his thick, veiny shaft was currently pressing and squishing against her chubby lower lips. Humming with a big, childish smirk, he continued to smother her soles with kisses, suckling along the edges, and licking and flicking her toes using his tongue. All this was making her squirm, and he could see enough that she was turning her own mouth toward her upper arm to stifle even more moans and the occasional giggle. Well, she was ticklish.
Taking his mouth away, but keeping a stack-load of ideas involving her feet in his mind’s ‘naughty closet’ for later use, Roxas decided it was time to get down to the business he meant to be doing. He didn’t know how long they had until the train arrived at their destination, and didn’t want their session to cut short while his cock was throbbing like an uncontrollable rage monster.
"Right, okay. For real, this time," He said finally as he slid his erection between her damp thighs, just running the head and the long shaft along the crack between her cleft of Venus. Once he’d pulled back and realigned his position, also using his hands to tilt her hips for greater trajectory, he pushed forward and slowly slid a third of his length inside her.
“Hnnnnngghhh!!”
Both Roxas and Naminé quivered during the motion, the latter grimacing with a loud, squeaky whine through her teeth while the former gave a gravelly moan. She was very small, tight and hot, especially around his enormous, chunky cock that he only managed to get halfway inside before he started to mentally question his chances of getting all the way in before her body choked the daylights out of him. He persevered and continued on his way, holding her body firmly by the hips while he inched in.
“M-M-M-M-Master...!!!”
Naminé’s gargling cry as he pushed the final few inches in with a single, squelching buck and locked their pelvises together rung in his ears. The tears rolling down her ruddy cheeks like water overflowing from the rim of a sink spilled down her neck and soaked up into the upper portion of her white dress, as well as his own shirt when he shuffled up on the seat onto his knees, scooped her up and pulled her in close to him in order to comfort her. It wouldn’t just be the pain of first sex that she suffered, but that from his ‘gifted’ size, too, which had to stretch her wide open in order to get in.
Her fingers pulled so tightly and with such force at his shirt that it was entirely possible she’d end up tearing it from him like tissue paper. It wasn’t a concern he had, however, as it was still focused entirely on her own comfort. He’d hate to have her telling him that she couldn’t handle his size, and that the pain was so excruciating she’d never want his junk near her ever again.
Luckily, that wasn’t to be the case. After a few moments hiccupping, sobbing into his chest and shaking like leaves on a breeze, she finally lifted her head up and, with red cheeks, watery eyes and a wobbly smile, swallowed hard and leaned up to kiss his chin. He kept a hand underneath her butt, cupping her delightful softness while the other hand slid up her mostly-exposed back to the nape of her neck, which he used to support her head while he leaned down to kiss her on her forehead in return.
“You’re okay, right, Nam-Nam?” He asked, his voice heavily laden with concern. “It’s not too much for you?”
Shaking her head, the slim legs she’d wrapped around his waist tightened their grip as if she wanted him to stay exactly where he was, and to not even think about trying to pull out.
“Nam-Nam can handle all of her Master, Master,” She said in a dreamy voice. “Nam-Nam would just like a moment to recoup, if you would give her permission.”
“Granted,” He said in less than a beat. “Take all the time you need.”
The waiting time wasn’t very long, but there was plenty to do during. He’d tilted his head forward so he could kiss her lips, and she gladly accepted along with the enticement to use his tongue by eagerly waving her own. While they danced and twirled inside their mouths, Roxas’ hand on her soft-as-a-baked-loaf buttocks fondled, squeezed and probed, swiping in and lightly circling a fingertip around her penetrated anus to teasingly manoeuvre the vibrating egg within. Naminé’s lithe body shuddered delightfully in response, and her arms slid up to hug around his neck while their kiss increased in intensity.
“Mwuuahhh,” She moaned into his mouth, revelling in all the mixed spit she was guzzling down. “Nham-Nham ish weady.”
Rolling her hips and lightly kicking her heels at his back, Roxas received her message to start moving and did so starting out slow and shallow to begin with. The sway of the train deepened the movements, and added a little extra oomph when he gradually built up towards longer thrusts, albeit still taking it slowly.
Their lips parted with a gasp and a gentle wet smack, while their tongues continued to tango outside their mouths. Saliva spilled down the corners of Naminé’s mouth, rolling down her cheeks and her neck, taking almost the same route as her tears had done before.
“How’s it feel, Nam-Nam?”
His heavy breath brushed over her harmonious face, and her tongue wagged fervently to catch as much of his spit possible.
“Nam-Nam feels good,” She said dreamily, raising herself up more to suck the saliva from his bottom lip. “Your dick is in so deep, it’s stuffing Nam-Nam up completely.”
Smirking, Roxas reignited their kiss and increased the strokes of his hips, taking her harder and faster. He shuffled forward until Naminé’s was squished between his chest and back of the seats, and increased his pace further. If he strained his ears to hear over her muffled moans, which he didn’t, he’d have heard the sexy sloshing sound of his dick driving between her wet folds and the fleshy smacking of his balls against her lovely arse.
“Mwah,” She whimpered into his mouth. “Hyaaa, Master, your dick is throbbing and twitching inside Nam-Nam!”
His climax was approaching rapidly, many thanks to the choking tightness of her hot and slick inner walls, which were shrinking further around his pounding hardness. Groaning, he increased the harshness of his thrusts which had her bouncing up and down in his lap whilst releasing a long, juddering whine into his mouth, and both hands now firmly cupped her delectably soft buttocks.
“Nam-Nam, Master’s going to cum soon,” He panted during a brief break between the intense kissing. “Do you hear that? Because Master enjoys your body so much, and you’re so fantastic at making Master feel good, you’re going to make him cum buckets!”
“Hyaaaa,” Naminé’s expression was heavenly as she bounced up and down. “Nam-Nam is really happy because she makes her Master feel so good! Please, please cum, Master! Nam-Nam wants you to dump your thick load inside her body!”
Intending to oblige very soon, Roxas paused momentarily to twist his body and lower Naminé down onto her side, lying on the seats. From there on, pulling out halfway, he grabbed her hips and turned her further until she was on her front with her butt in the air. It wasn’t difficult to turn her over as she was as light as a pillow, and the added stimulation of his length twisting inside of her was an added bonus for the both of them.
Picking up where he left off, Roxas’ thrusts were now faster and deeper than before. His balls slapped against her skin, and he had a superb view of her arse, complete with the cable sticking out her arsehole and running to the garter around her thin thigh. Unable to help himself, he took two fingers and penetrated her anus to the knuckles, sending her body into a back-arcing spasm and a tremendous, screechy howl. While he continued to thrust into her harshly, his fingers twisted and rotated the vibrating toy up her butt which, along with Naminé’s incoherent jabbering, saw both her rectal and vaginal walls tighten up.
“He-eh,” Roxas coughed, not slowing down. “Nam-Nam clearly loves it when her butt’s played with. Nam-Nam’s such a naughty, perverted little girl!”
“Y-yes! Yes!” Naminé whined squeakily, almost burying her face into the seat from shame. “Nam-Nam is a dirty, horny pervert who loves having her butt played with, and she wants to feel her Master’s cum as it bursts into her and spills from her perverted pussy!”
Delighted to hear those words coming from Naminé’s lips, Roxas gritted his teeth and prepared for his climax. His dick was throbbing insanely, her walls were strangling the daylights out of him, and he felt ready to blow a load so heavy it’d probably launch her across the room. It didn’t, but it was thick and heavy. His ejaculation spurted inside her in strong and seemingly unending blasts. Her folds were gushing and his thick goo stained her inner thighs, knees and shins, and it reached a point where he couldn’t resist the urge to pull out and unload the rest of the stringy gloop all over her raised arse.
Spent, he fell back onto the seat with his dick still in his hands. Naminé was squealing still, and her butt was trembling and twitching.
The train had started to slow down. Roxas spared a glance out the window and could see that they were indeed pulling into the station for the Magic Kingdom, and would be disembarking fairly soon.
“Fuaa,” She whimpered after a short while, heaving and panting while still remaining with her butt in the air. She hadn’t the energy to move, only to use her fingers to rub her sore, penetrated and, above-all, leaking slit. “Master, you’ve filled Nam-Nam to the brim... she’s so happy to have made you release so much...”
Smiling, Roxas gently patted her butt. She really was incredibly cute and, as she was in this position, mind-numbingly sexy. “The day is still young, Nam-Nam, and there’s still so much for us to do. Come along, let’s get you cleaned up before we head out.”
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The Heavens had opened, and the rain fell relentlessly from the dark, cloudy sky. The sun had disappeared completely, and this foul turn showed no signs of letting up at all. It helped explain why there were so few people in the park during the peak season; they’d obviously watched the weather forecast and decided to give this place a miss. Still, for those who missed the reports and have no problem with getting caught out and soaked to the bone, they had the chance to run riot all over the park.
What should have been thirty minutes to two hours, the majority of the queues were around five to twenty minutes. Thankful for this development, Roxas and Naminé took advantage and jumped on as many rides possible. This included the water ride Splash Mountain; it’s not like they could soak up much more, anyway. Roxas’ clothes were waterlogged and chafed when he moved, like he was wearing a suit of armour underneath two jumpsuits, and while it was uncomfortable, he could deal with it.
Naminé didn’t mention any problems whatsoever when it came to what chafed and what didn’t, and not just because she wasn’t wearing any panties. The material of her dress was lightweight and thin, as it was designed for the hottest days. Although thanks to this and it being white, it was no surprise to see it lose its opaqueness. The results were spectacular to behold.
The soggy cotton laid on her upper body like a second skin, massive patches like hazy windows exposing so much of her flesh beneath, there was barely any point in her actually wearing it. The most delicious part, aside from the mouth-watering dip into her bellybutton, was the exposure of her flat chest and her jutting nipples, which she was fully aware of. Those buds were stiff, either from the chill in the air or from the excitement brought on from running carefree through the crowds in a public place in this state along with a vibrating egg plugged up her soppy wet slit. The latter seemed most likely, as it was certainly the reason why Roxas sported a hard on that could spear through the door on a bank vault.
When she noticed the massive tent in his trousers, and the obvious pain he was in from having to walk around with it, she suggested they go somewhere to help satiate its hunger for her body. When she said that to him, using those words with the cutest, most uncharacteristic impish expression on her face, Roxas very nearly lost it and had her there and then in the middle of Frontier Land.
Slowly chugging its way around the Tom Sawyer Island, the Liberty Belle Riverboat was the perfect place for them to step aside to provide Roxas with the relief he so desperately needed. It would take a full seventeen minutes to complete the journey and there weren’t very many people on board, none at all on the top deck, and suited Roxas and Naminé just fine. Then again, even with an audience, Roxas and Naminé would’ve still given in to their lust and started going at it like a pair of sea otters.
At the bow of the boat, with his back against the wall of the cabin beneath the pilot house, Roxas’ solid erection was in Naminé’s capable and well-educated hands, thanks to the in-depth sexual teachings provided by her piping red hot-blooded mother. The slight overhang of the cabin roof provided them with some shelter, not that they were too bothered about the rain at this point, which splashed all over the upper deck, and lightly sprayed Naminé’s back. The gentle strokes from her small hands and the soft, lingering kisses she planted along the sides of his shaft may not have been much, but the fact it was Naminé doing it had Roxas teetering on the edge of climax before she had even started.
‘Don’t blow, don’t blow, don’t blow,’ He repeated in his head like a mantra. His teeth chattered and his fingers, curled like claws, were trying to pierce through the wall behind him.
Roxas opened his eyes, which had been squeezed shut, and dropped his head forward to risk a glance at the cutie-muffin. Their gazes met, his lower lip under pressure from his teeth, and with a sweet smile, she looked down his shaft and gobbled up a whole third with a single, breathy moan. By Grabthar’s Hammer, Roxas’ mind screamed, the warmth and dampness of her mouth was so sensational it made his lower back spasm and buck into her face. The gagged squeak in reaction to his sudden thrust into her throat accompanied her fingers clutching at the waist of his sodden trousers to prevent a tumble backwards.
“So-sorry,” He apologised hoarsely, and cupped her head as he backed up against the wall again.
The look on her face was a surprise. She actually appeared to be proud that she managed to make him react in that way, like all the embarrassment she’d been put through when her mother spent ages teaching her these techniques had been totally worth it in the end. To that, with a heavy and pleasant sigh, Roxas couldn’t agree more.
Closing her eyes and pulling back, dragging her lips and smearing saliva, Naminé slowly started up a head-bobbing rhythm to repeatedly consume the same third she’d started with. He didn’t at all mind if she could only take that much, she was doing such a superb job as it was. Besides, his main concern at the moment was to not blow his load so early. That was difficult, because she was just so damn good at this.
One hand continued to hold his trousers, and the other spread the saliva she’d coated further along the shaft. Her fingers squeezed him tight, jerked him off slower than her head moved, and occasionally ran up his whole length when she pulled her mouth back to the very tip to suckle on the head. Her pants, moans, the slick squelches from the saliva as her mouth wolfed him down and her hand rubbed him up sang to his ears. Her tongue work was genius too, especially how she controlled the head of his dick and circled all around in a twisty motion when she pushed forward and pulled back.
No chance could he hold back much longer at the rate she was going. He had to cum, and he had to warn her before he did.
“Na-Nam-Nam,” The groan rattled from his throat. “Master’s going to... cum... any second now...”
Her eyes snapped open and her expression was like she was being surprise-tested on her knowledge of an emergency drill, and was both keen and nervous to show she knew how to handle the situation. She pulled back, mouth slurping all along the shaft until her lips popped wetly off the fat head, and had her mouth wide open with her tongue out and the precum-dripping tip resting on the surface. Both hands now rapidly jerked him off to aid him, but the cherry-red blush on her adorable desperate-to-please face was more than enough for him.
Groaning loudly and holding her head with both hands, Roxas’ load exploded onto her tongue and into her mouth. The copious quantity and the sheer strength of the first blast caught her by surprise when it filled her mouth and struck the back of her throat, if not for Roxas’ hands she would’ve almost toppled backwards again. Her hands did accidentally redirect the aim of the shaft during the surprise, however, and sent the subsequent shots flying all over her face. Upward her cheek, across her eyelid, forehead, into her hair... it was almost like the first time he’d given her a facial; a right mess. A right mess she, and Roxas, very much enjoyed, that is.
Panting heavily and swiping his brow, Roxas leant forward and ruffled Naminé’s hair affectionately. She tilted her head back and smiled up at him, her expression so dreamy and so very cute. She closed her mouth, noisily gulped down the contents inside, and opened up with a breathy moan and a display of her tongue to show she’d swallowed it all. He smiled back, stroked her sticky cheek with his fingertips, and drew his cum toward her mouth to feed her more. She sucked on his fingers gratefully, and cupped his hand with both of hers.
“That has to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” Purred a familiar voice, just audible over the sound of the hammering rain on the deck.
While Naminé wasn’t even in the least bit interested in seeing who it was, Roxas turned his head to investigate. Now honestly, what with everything else that had happened to him today, Roxas wasn’t at all surprised to find the grinning mugs of Sora, Kairi and Riku aimed at him and Naminé. He did note that they had the sense to buy ponchos to protect from the rain, however he much preferred to see Naminé all soaked up and her clothes sticky and see-through.
He gave them a polite nod and greeting, did nothing to conceal the fact he’d just received a public blowjob from a certain girl they’d never even dreamed of seeing in this situation, and then turned his attention back to Naminé.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Nam-Nam,” Roxas whispered, and continued to draw his seed towards her lips. From the corner of his eye he saw Kairi approach, and she knelt down beside Naminé.
“You’re calling her Nam-Nam, huh? I like that a lot,” The redhead leaned in close to Naminé, right up until her lips were a breath away from the blonde’s ear. “Would you mind if I helped you clean up, Nam-Nam?”
She couldn’t help but giggle after she used ‘Nam-Nam’, and was pleased to receive a positive response from the little darling. With a dreamy, shy smile, Naminé tilted her head and allowed Kairi to run her tongue all over her face to scoop up and consume the thick, running blobs of cum.
“Roxas, seriously,” Sora said, wide eyed. “How long have the two of you been knocking boots?”
“Since this morning,” Roxas sighed, and backed up a bit to enjoy the show more. “And to tell a truth, I think I may have corrupted this sweet little angel.”
“No kidding,” Riku groaned, adjusted his trousers where his growing hard-on had started to cause him discomfort, pulled back his poncho hood and stepped into the rain to cool off.
The kiss between Naminé and Kairi had gotten fierier. Not even looking around to see if anyone else was watching, neither Roxas, Sora nor Riku said a word about anything, and they had the exact same expression as one another; wide-eyed and slack jawed, resembling guppy fish at feeding time. Their trousers, however, contained some highly opinionated organs and would very much like to tear out from their cloth prisons to express themselves. Roxas didn’t have that problem, as his was already out and was still very, very hard.
‘Gadzooks’ was a politer version of the first expletive to pop into Roxas’ head after Naminé, who appeared to be transfixed in the moment, raised onto her knees and shuffled over to straddle Kairi, the both of them now locked in a very serious, very passionate kiss while they shared his seed.
As the redhead’s hands fell and clasped Naminé’s fine buttocks through the semi-transparent skirt, causing the blonde to shudder and straighten up her back whilst at the same time release a gloriously delicious moan, the sheer boldness of the move caused the guys to draw in a deep, dry breath through their teeth in unison. The collective breath choked them on the way out after a second bold move from Kairi, again involving Naminé’s butt. She’d raised the petite girl’s rear with one hand enough so the other could start lifting the skirt up.
“OhmyGodthisissoawesomeIcan’tbelieveit,” Sora mumbled hoarsely, and like Riku and Roxas, was slowly folding in half on account of their painful erections.
Kairi had lifted Naminé’s skirt up at the back, giving everyone a view of the blonde’s panty-less backside in all its fleshy glory, before she clasped the bare softness with her hand and squeezed.
“Mnnhh,” Naminé moaned into Kairi’s mouth, their lips parting briefly with a delightful wet smack and copious saliva and cum spillage, and they stared at one another through half-closed, misty eyes before locking together again and continuing their kiss. She very much approved of the action, as did the audience.
“Forget ‘may have’,” Riku groaned through his teeth. “You’ve definitely gone and corrupted this angel, Roxas. The way she just allowed Kairi to come up and start licking all over her face, and how easy she fell into kissing her-”
“You can thank Xion for that,” Roxas interrupted, patting Naminé’s head as they continued to fiercely snog. “Apparently, she and Naminé have been making out together for ages. And, get this, their mum has been teaching them how to give blowjobs.”
“Shut the front door!” Sora exclaimed.
“It’s true, isn’t it, Nam-Nam? You and Xion have been getting it on with one another, and your mother has helped turn you into a world-class blowjobber,” Roxas asked, and jestingly prodded the petite blonde’s cheek with his dick.
Naminé broke the kiss with a heavy sigh and more saliva dripping from her tongue, nodded in answer to Roxas’ question, and turned her head to start sucking on his member once more. Roxas never expected her to start again, but hey, he wasn’t going to complain. There was still roughly twelve minutes left until they reached port and he was still hard, so he was going to make use of this time wisely.
Still entwined in an embrace with Kairi, Naminé gently rocked and swayed as she bobbed along a portion of Roxas’ length. With a smirk, Kairi licked Naminé’s cheek a few times, and then started to suck on the side of the meaty length where the blonde cutie didn’t reach.
“Hey, if that’s how it’s going to be,” Sora said as he hobbled over and fiddled with the zip on his shorts. “Then I want in, too.”
“Deal me in while you’re at it,” Riku followed behind Sora, and also walked with difficulty.
Having been in this situation with these guys before, and with Selphie and Irvine to boot, Roxas was more than happy to let them in again. He couldn’t really argue, not while he enjoyed the feeling of Kairi’s hot mouth as it swallowed up his cock. The three guys stood in a triangle with the girls in the centre, the two of them switching between the choices of hot, hard meat to get their lips around.
It was an unbelievable pleasure to watch Naminé as she moved from one to another, bobbed her head along the one to her left, Sora’s, the one to her right, Roxas’, tilted her head back to have Riku, who stood almost behind her with his length over her shoulder, slowly pump his into her mouth for her, and it was grand to hear her moan so deliciously after she tasted each one. Kairi worked in the opposite direction to Naminé, going anti-clockwise, and whenever their paths crossed, they gave one another a brief little tongue-waggling kiss. These two were so damn hot, and they were so damn good at this. They also used their hands and alternated between jerking the three different members, although Kairi only used one as her other arm was wrapped around Naminé’s waist.
For a while this continued and the hot mouths worked their magic so well on the three trembling dicks. They weren’t yet close to their climaxes, and were glad so; they wanted to keep going and going. Naminé, however, wanted to try something new with Roxas. Something incredible which she had sketched him doing with his other girlfriends.
“Mmm, Master,” She looked up to Roxas with those big, adorable eyes as his domed head made a huge lump in her cheek. “Can we...” She pulled her mouth off his cock, and wetly smacked her lips. “I’d really like to try it out in my butt, if we may.”
“’Master’? ‘In my butt’?” Sora groaned as Kairi pumped his length while she sucked off Riku. “Roxas, you seriously have corrupted this angel. And that’s just awesome!”
Scratching the back of his neck, Roxas nodded in agreement. He smiled down at Naminé, who just had Sora slide his slimy head into her mouth, and patted her head.
“Sure, Nam-Nam. C’mon,” He stepped back, taking Naminé with him once she’d finished licking around Sora’s helmet, and left the other two guys with Kairi.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Naminé stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you for not being mad at me.”
Roxas’ eyebrow quirked in puzzlement.
“Whatever for?”
“Oh... you know, how I easily allowed Kairi to start making out with me,” She blushed as they leant against the wall, the rain still falling as hard as it had been earlier. Roxas placed his hand on her bare shoulder. “And for giving it to Sora and Riku without any questions, or even asking your permission, first.”
“What, that? Nah, don’t you worry about it. What with me being a serial sex maniac who’s had multiple partners at the same time and is currently in a relationship with four girls, if we’re to include your sister overall, it’d be a tad hypocritical for me to complain,” Roxas gave her an Eskimo kiss. “Besides, you’re happy for me to be shared amongst yourself, Xion, Fuu, Olette and Sis, right? How can I get mad at someone who can’t get mad at that?”
“Sis?” Kairi, Sora and Riku all exclaimed, the redhead frozen with two wet logs in her hands. “Roxas, did you just say you’ve gone and rogered our sister?”
“Er... yeah,” Roxas admitted, feeling quite ashamed. His head started to sink into his shoulders. “Sorry, but I... uh, look... sh-she made the first move, and Fuu encouraged us both to keep going, honest!”
The trio looked at one another, and then back at Roxas. To him, they appeared to be jealous.
“You lucky bugger,” Riku smirked. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep with her.”
“Me too,” Sora nodded thoughtfully.
“Me three,” Kairi licked her lips, and squeezed Sora’s hard on. “Remind me to remind you later that we should take a crack at Sis next chance we get, ‘kay? Now that we know she’s up for it, that is.”
“Damn straight,” Sora nodded eagerly, fist-bumped Riku, and stuffed his girlfriend’s mouth with his dick.
While they carried on, Roxas turned his attention back to Naminé. The sweet cherub had turned to face the wall, placed one hand on the wall by her shoulder, and reached back to lift up her skirt and show a bare buttock. The way she looked at him over her shoulder, that pleading look to give it to her, was far too good to ignore. Not that he was ever going to, mind.
Kneeling down, Roxas pushed and tucked her skirt up under the upper half of the dress to fully unveil her cute derrière. For a moment he basked in its glory, stared at it with his tongue out like he was a salivating dog, and thought about all the things he could do and the many hours he could spend with them. An embarrassed whimper brought him back, with the red-faced blonde looking down at him over her shoulder giving him a look that begged him to actually do something rather than stare at it for so long, and he gave her an apologetic smile. Yes indeed, he should stop gawping and actually start to devour this peach.
Roxas smacked his lips, clasped her soft buttocks and used his thumbs to spread the cheeks apart. The small hole now exposed to him was admired for only a few seconds before he speared into it with his wet tongue, which generated a pleasurable and shocked howl from Naminé as her body jerked sharply and she stood up onto her tiptoes. He waggled it about inside, pulled out to lick the ring, speared back in again and, with a tasty moan, sealed his slurping lips to her skin.
Gargling and panting, Naminé’s butt tensed. Fine by him, Roxas’ mind was driven wild by wonders of how her anal tract would feel as it clamped tight around his hard on if it managed to do so well with just his tongue. His eagerness to find out got the better of him, and he suddenly withdrew his mouth with a loud, satisfied breath and a thick saliva string from her hole to the tip of his tongue, and he looked up to find that Naminé had gone in to panic mode to find out why he’d stopped doing what magical thing he was doing.
“Can’t hold back much longer, Nam-Nam,” He explained as he half-stood up, licked upward her chin, lips and nose, and rubbed the length of his solid erection between her butt cheeks. She understood plenty, and that was of course obvious as she’d begged him to give it to her only a minute ago.
“Pl-please put your penis in, Master,” She encouraged him, and gave him a much harder erection despite already being harder than a concrete bollard when she rolled her hips to rub her arse against him. “Nam-Nam is desperate to have you inside her butt. She wants to know what it’s like to have butt sex.”
Unable to help himself, Roxas bit his clenched fist. This girl was so adorable, and far too good for any mortal man. That wasn’t going to hold him back, mind. He was going to give her what she wanted, and he was going to give it to her damn hard.
“Hey, Roxas,” He heard a short, sharp whistle, turned his head, and caught something Sora had tossed to him. At the moment, Kairi was on all fours being spit roasted; Sora, at a steady pace, slapped his hips into Kairi’s slit while she continued to choke down Riku’s impressive length. “If you’re taking a very narrow back passage, you’ll need some of that.”
It was a tube of lubricant, not something he used often, but in Naminé’s case, it might be a good idea. She was very small, he had to take it easy on her for the first time, at least.
“Huh. Thanks,” He said, popped the cap and applied it to both his cock and Naminé’s anus. “It’s a good thing you happen to carry this around with you.”
“Always,” Sora nodded. Sweat formed on his brow from his efforts. “Never know when you might need it. In our case, that’s about three or four times a day.”
Smirking, Roxas nodded. For the meantime he slipped the tube into his trouser pocket, and then turned his attention back to Naminé.
“Okay, here I go,” With his knees bent to get the height and align his slippery head, Roxas pressed against her ring. Naminé had braced for his entry, and looked almost afraid. He whispered into her ear to relax, but she shook her head and, in a surprise move, she pushed him away and turned around to face him, back to the wall.
“I-I’m sorry, Master, it’s just... I don’t want to face away from you when we do it,” She made it clear that she wanted him to penetrate her from this position.
“If that is the way you want to do it,” He loomed over her, with the underside of his hard penis pressed into her stomach, and kissed her forehead.
He bent his knees to lower his stature, while she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. She didn’t need any instructions; she raised her leg up for him to hook his forearm underneath her knee, followed by the raise and hook of the next leg, and with great ease due to her feather-like weight, he straightened up, lifted her high, and pressed her firmly against the wall.
To momentarily free up an arm, raised her leg up high enough to hang over the shoulder he dipped. He then grabbed the base of his dick, aligned once again and prodded the tiny entranceway of her anus with the tip.
Roxas was thankful for Sora’s supply of lube, which would make this so much easier. And it was also because of his penis being slippery wet that it made a strange sloppy noise as the head slowly pushed inside. It hadn’t gotten far before he realised this was going to be difficult. Only half the head of his erection could get in before it met with a very tight resistance.
‘Sweet mother...’ He thought, and clenched his teeth. He slid her leg off his shoulder and back to his forearm, hoping to drop whatever weight she had onto his upward-driving hips to make this easier.
He pushed slowly. Success, he thought, as it went in further, but then he stopped again. This time the whole head was in, but that was it. He pulled all the way back out, and it resounded with a silent squelch.
Naminé couldn’t stick with any one expression. Her cheeks twitched, her eyes alternated between squeezing shut and opening wide with a petrified far away gaze at the overhanging shelter, and her lips quivered. She gasped in a squeaky tone, every time he made an attempt to stick it in but pulled out at the same spot.
She started to feel like he was doing this on purpose just to tease her.
And he was.
“Doesn’t she look so cute?”
Kairi, who’d signalled to her two ravenous boys to hold their horses for a moment so they could observe Naminé’s first anal experience, gave a silent squeal. The facial expressions Naminé was going through were exactly that.
“That’s why I haven’t put it in, yet,” Roxas smirked. Naminé heard him, and while she hadn’t the ability to glare at him her tone of voice was rather angry.
“Master...”
“I think that’s enough with the playtime, Roxas. She’s getting mad,” Kairi slipped away from Sora and Riku, staggered over to Roxas, reached around and grabbed the thick shaft of his erection, and helped him push inside the young girl’s arse.
And no surprise, due to the sensation neither of them ever felt before, both Roxas and Naminé choked out a different cry at the same time.
It was tight. It was extremely tight. It was a miracle in itself that he managed to get partway inside let alone halfway in. It made no difference whether she relaxed or constricted her muscles, because either way it was a difficult job getting it in.
Naminé was making strange noises during her irregular breaths. Being stretched here wasn’t the same when it happened to her at the front. She actually feared that she may end up splitting in two.
However, that didn’t mean they weren’t enjoying it.
“You’ve made it... all the way inside!”
Kairi’s words made both of them shudder in relief. But then something else happened to Roxas...
Naminé’s body convulsed and her back arched. Roxas was holding her legs, still, and cried up like a howling wolf. There was a very strange squelching noise, not just the one but multiple.
Sora peered in and caught a glimpse of where Roxas was penetrating the petite girl. Something very thick and gooey was dripping, leaking from where they joined. And there was a lot of it.
“...You already came?”
“I... I... She’s...”
There wasn’t much he could say about it. The feeling was so great around his penis, so mind-blowing, it had already made him release.
With a withered voice, Naminé gave her input.
“...My stomach feels funny...” And when Roxas gave her a worried look, she quickly made sure to put his mind at ease by continuing. “...but not in a bad way... it tingles... and I want some more...”
Kairi gave a husky growl into Roxas’ ear.
“I’m definitely gonna have what she’s having, now you’ve gotten me in the mood for some anal. Now, you better get your butt moving.”
She gave his backside a slap, and almost in an instant it sparked a fire in the pit of his stomach. His hips were away like the quick and sexy slither of a snake.
“You’re back in the mood for some anal, huh?” Riku enquired with a smirk as Kairi backed away from Roxas and Naminé. It was a funny thing to say, really, as Kairi was always in the mood for anal. His big, strong hand grabbed and squeezed her butt, which made her straighten up and shudder pleasantly.
“Yeah, you heard that right,” She looked back over her shoulder, caught Riku’s lips for a kiss, and rubbed the solid member she’d slobbered all over moments earlier. “And I don’t care which one of you gives it to me, either.”
“Fine, fine, I get the hint,” Sora said as he moved behind his girlfriend, held her hips, and rubbed his thick length between her butt cheeks. “I’ll give you the anal experience you yearn for.”
“Aw, what?” Riku pouted, as his and Kairi’s lips parted with a wet smack and a string of saliva bridged between their tongues. “But I wanted to be the one to plug her arse!”
“Too bad, I called it first,” Sora licked her ear and slid his hands to her butt, pressing the cheeks together to mould around his shaft, and continued to rub between them. “You, sir, can have sloppy seconds. Don’t lie, we all know you like it like that.”
“Hmm, very well then,” Grinning and nodding in agreement, while Kairi was still stroking his slippery-wet cock and gasping and moaning pleasantly due to her boyfriend’s hot meat churning against and burning her perfect butt, Riku placed both his hands on the redhead’s shoulders. “In the meantime, carry on with what you were doing beforehand, Kairi.”
With that, he stepped back a bit and pulled her upper body forward, folding her down, until her mouth found its way back to his cock. Her hands grabbed at his shirt for something to hold on to, while he kept his hands on the top of her head and controlled most of her bobbing movements.
“And now it’s my turn,” Sora licked his lips, spread her cheeks apart with his thumbs, and speared his entire length down her tight back passage in one groan-inducing plunge.
Across the way, Naminé’s eyes snapped shut and little gasps and moans passed her pink lips with every thrust from his hips. While there was only a slight sliding movement, where his hardness had a back and forth range of an inch and a half, it was enough to bring them to new and higher levels of bliss.
His upper body pressed her harder into the wall. Naminé gasped with wide open eyes, because as he done so he wound up pushing her knees to her shoulders and by the side of her head. It was not at all painful, as she could easily stretch to this position. Her legs, by the back of her knees, were hooked over his shoulders.
And he still continued to thrust into her hard. Naminé tightened her arms and held on for dear life.
Meanwhile, Kairi was still in the process of getting the anal pounding she craved as Sora, now backed against the wall a few feet away from the other two, rammed his hips upward to drive his solid length in deep. If that wasn’t enough, an added bonus from Riku had her once again experiencing the true joy of two cocks; one up her fist-tight butt, the other filling her hot, dripping slit. It was just like the train again except the boys had swapped places, and better yet, they didn’t have to be discreet about it.
The boys timed their thrusts perfectly, one pulling out at the other rammed in, and with such vigour Kairi’s legs flailed wildly over Riku’s hooked arms. Her moans were constant, her words mostly garbled with the occasional ‘oh yes’, ‘keep at it’ and the more expletive ‘fuck me harder, boys’ among them somewhere, but they were thankfully drowned out by the thunderous weather otherwise the pilot in the cabin above might’ve overheard and come down to investigate along with security, and end up casting these exhibitionist land-lubbers overboard.
Back with Roxas, he’d taken to lightly kiss Naminé’s temple while her mouth suckled on his collarbone, and her raggedy breath brushed over the wet marks she made between gasps for air. They wasn’t any way to describe the little enjoyment he felt as the small, hard buds from her flat chest scraped against his chest through the material of her dress.
Her toes curled.
On both their parts, there were gratified moans. Naminé released a big splash of her sweet nectar as she came, and Roxas’ cock trembled and pulsated as he once again let loose with his release. He came so much, it was as if he’d never shot the previous load. The hot, panting breath on his neck, her deflated squeaks and tight clench of her rectal muscles as if her body tried to milk him for everything he had made this all the more gratifying.
...

...
Although a tad lighter, the rain continued to fall. The riverboat was on its final approach to the dock, and Roxas and Naminé had tidied themselves up ready to disembark. A few frisky exchanges occurred, naturally. When asked for her opinion on the butt sex, Naminé, with cherry-red cheeks and a shy smile, told him that it felt a little weird before it got better, and that she’d be very happy if they were to do it again... and again, and again, and again. He was very happy about that too, as was his cock.
The other three managed to finish up on time, with Kairi rattling out a loud moan as the two boys erupted inside her and left a sticky mess all over the wet deck. It was a sexy scene, most especially the heated expression on Kairi’s face, Naminé motioned to Roxas, which led him to ask her if she’d like to try out some double or even triple penetration from multiple guys sometime. Slightly embarrassed to say so, Naminé nodded and told him she would much like to experience it at some point. Aroused to hear her say that, Roxas gave a dirty grin, kissed her temple, and told her he’ll arrange for it to happen.
Fuu’s going to love this girl, Roxas thought to himself. Then again, everyone loved cutie-pie Naminé anyway, and then there’s her twin sister... Good lord o’ mercy, if Naminé, the supposed shier one of the two, was now like this, he had to wonder what Xion would be like!
Together, the gang disembarked at the dock and found shelter inside the Hall of Presidents, which was extra quiet due to the education-rather-than-fun factor. There, they compared notes on where they’ve already been and what they should do next. While Roxas would’ve initially preferred to have had more alone time with Naminé, he’d have had a hard time prying Kairi away from her even with a crowbar and a blowtorch, so he decided it wasn’t that bad an idea for them all to stick together. That included the almost certain chances of more sexy time between the girls, which he and his male compatriots could spend all day watching with snacks and drinks.
“We’ve still got a few rides left which we haven’t been on,” Naminé said, as she checked her bag for a map. It was a surprise that nothing inside her bag was wet, as the bag itself was soaked. “I don’t know if you’ve all been on the Haunted Mansion yet, because that was going to be our next ride after the boat.”
“Ah, we’ve already done that one,” Kairi said, paused, and looked at Sora. The messy-haired brunette shrugged his shoulders as if he no objections to whatever idea his girl had in mind, before she turned back to Naminé. “... But, seeing as it’s you, we’re happy to jump on that one for a second ride along today. The queues are near non-existent today, so, bonus!”
“Kairi, you’re not planning to make good of the dark atmosphere on that ride just so you can frisk Naminé, are you?” Roxas stopped, thought about it, and then continued. “That is to say that if you are, then I highly approve.”
“Hear hear,” Riku and Sora chanted.
“Actually, Roxas, that thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. I could very well frisk her whenever and wherever I liked anyhow, so why go out of my way to do it?” Kairi said, and received an adorable, disappointed pout from the petite blonde beside her, which changed her mind completely. “However, now that you’ve mentioned it, I suppose I’ll have to do it. You’ll be okay with that, won’t you, Nam-Nam?”
The three boys pulled expressions like they’d eaten a super-sour lemon when Naminé cutely nodded with a gentle mew and a soft purr, reached up on her tiptoes and nuzzled into the crook of Kairi’s neck. The girl was far too adorable to be real!
“Alrighty, then. Onwards to the Haunted Mansion eh, boys?”
...

...
Following the Haunted Mansion stint where Kairi did indeed have a fabulous time groping a welcoming Naminé while herself being groped by Sora, then had the pleasure to ride with her two boys in the car while Roxas and Naminé shared another, the group now huddled together in the dark, narrow tunnel on the mostly-empty Tom Sawyer’s Island. ‘Old Scratch’s Mystery Mine’ was the name of the tunnel they were in, and it was certainly atmospheric. Small pockets of light from lamps on the wall with a few metres spaced out between each one, fake, backlit gemstones sparkling here and there, the trickling and splashing of running water echoing through the halls that wasn’t to do with rain outside, and lastly, the low, eerie howls from many speakers.
“Brrr, there’s quite a chill running through this place, and I do mean a weather-related chill, not a ‘I’m scared of the dark’ one,” Sora shuddered. “I reckon we should go back to land and try somewhere else. Any ride that’s indoors, preferably.”
“But we’ve done everything else already,” Naminé said, standing in a warm spot between Kairi and Riku. “This Island is the last thing we have left to explore before we’ve done it all.”
“Who said we had to do it all in a day? This park isn’t going anywhere. We could always come back some other time.”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to agree with Sora on this one,” Riku nodded, and patted the short, shivering blonde beside him on the head. “There’s no harm repeating a ride we’ve already been on, seeing as the queues are so short today. When it’s not pissing it down with rain, we could come back here. What do you guys reckon?”
The open question was to Roxas and Kairi, both whom shared a strange, suspicious expression in the gloom.
“Don’t tell me I’m the only one who thinks they can hear that?”
“No no, I think I hear it too,” Kairi said, raising a finger to her lips. “Sounds like...”
They all listened, curiously. Each strained their ears to filter out the wash of rainwater, the atmospheric sounds effects of the mine, and the distant rumblings of the park in motion. Eventually, Sora nodded as he thought he could hear it, too.
“There’s definitely something else going on in here, but,” He looked to Roxas, and shook his head. “It can’t be what first springs to mind, could it?”
All looked at one another, and followed after Sora took the lead when he went to investigate. The island was barren due to the rain, aside from a few adventurers who’d brought their raincoats or had purchased ponchos from the gift shop. Even with those on, the walkways and stairs were fairly dodgy to walk on as the risk of slipping onto your arse or smacking your head on the floor was worryingly great. The noise they thought they heard would be from the other ‘adventurous’ kind, if it did turn out to be what they thought, whom were fairly confident no one would venture onto the island in this crap weather let alone into this dank, chilly cave.
In front, Sora slowed down and held up a hand. It was still dim, so nobody noticed. Instead, they all just stopped when they all bumped into his back and almost knocked him flat onto his face.
“I’ll take a quick peek,” He said, as everyone could now clearly hear what they thought they heard, but weren’t going to jump to any wild conclusions just yet. After all, in all seriousness, how many crazed sex-perverts could be roaming around a children’s theme park in one day? It was worrying enough that they’d been at it. “Back in a jiffy.”
He disappeared around the corner, and the possibly amorous noises continued. Fewer than ten seconds passed before he returned, looking as if he’d seen something truly amazing, and beckoned the others to follow him albeit to do it quietly.
Before he followed him round, Roxas stopped when he felt a slight tug at this shirt. He turned to find Naminé behind him now, looking up to him hopefully with faded yellow lamplight highlighting her features, while Kairi had her hands on her little shoulders and had a very parental expression of encouragement, like she was helping her daughter ask if she could have her Disney autograph book signed.
“Master,” She enquired shyly, with her hand up by her chin and a hooked finger to her lips. That pose alone made his knees wobbly, but the fact she continued to call him ‘Master’ gave him a body-bending boner that was so hard, he could use to chisel an extra passageway out this tunnel if they ever got lost. “If it does turn out to be other people doing... things, would we be joining in with them?”
Gulping and dancing around like he needed to pee, when in fact he was trying to restrain himself from tearing off his trousers and taking her roughly on the spot, Roxas looked up at Kairi to silently enquire if this was her idea or one that Naminé had come up with on her own. Kairi simply winked, or maybe she didn’t as it was hard to tell in the gloom, and walked past him to follow Riku and her boyfriend around the corner, leaving him with the darling sex kitten.
“Uh, if it is, and they wouldn’t mind extra company,” Roxas whispered, his voice dry and gravelly. He thought he could feel his zipper breaking. “I guess so, yeah.”
Smiling sweetly, Naminé pulled a typically anime-esque happy face and held his hand. He had to at least kiss her forehead before he turned to lead her and follow the others, although he did so walking around like Quasimodo on account of his erection.
“So what is it... that...” Roxas trailed off, stopping as the trio in front parted to give him a look at the scene. He felt Naminé clutch his whole arm and tug on it as if she’d spotted it first and was trying to grab his attention to point it out to him.
It had to said, it was a pretty weird scene. It was a tad lighter in this section of the tunnel, but that didn’t mean a great deal given how much available light there was in the first place. No fewer than five people were involved, three to one side of the tunnel and two to the other, the latter duo holding a small yet expensive-looking camera and a portable sound-recording device between them. Okay, so they were recording the whole thing to a semi-professional degree, but that wasn’t the weird part. In fact, to everyone, including Naminé who’d first discovered Roxas’ romping on camera, the video capture didn’t seem to be much of a factor at all, as these days videoing your liaisons was fairly common practice.
No, the weird part is that of the three on the other side, only one of them appeared to be visually human. Beautiful, slender, long blonde locks flowing all the way down to her curvy hips, plump, round breasts and a voice that could give multiple orgasms to celibate monks, the young teenage girl who showed no such care for the sudden audience was sandwiched between a fat white duck and a gangly anthropomorphic dog. Two guys, one in a Donald Duck and the other in a Goofy costume, writhing in a wavy motion as they double penetrated a girl in a hitched-up pink skirt and a bodice that’d been opened up at the front to spill out her perfectly shaped breasts, while two other guys filmed it all. Roxas wasn’t sure it was the kind of thing you’d find even in the darkest recesses of the internet, but then again, maybe he just hadn’t been looking hard enough.
“It’s definitely a first for me, but I have to say that I’m shocked that I’m not more shocked,” Sora said quietly to no one in particular. “Do you reckon those guys really work here, and that this is one of the perks of the job?”



“I know that girl,” Kairi leaned in to Sora’s ear. “Her name’s Eilonwy. She goes to my volleyball and netball clubs, the ones I attend with Selphie, Olette and Yuffie. A good team player.”
“I think we can see that,” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and all he got in response was a flat look. “Y’know, seeing as that she’s currently-”
“Yes, I know, it just wasn’t funny,” She smirked and flicked his nose upwards. “Once she’s finished, we’ll go talk to them. It’d be no good trying now because once she’s in the zone, it’d take an army to wear her down.”
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Christ on a unicycle, 2+ years really do fly by. I sincerely apologise to everyone for such a long wait, so many things happened during that time I hadn’t the chance to properly concentrate on my stories. Still, I’m gradually getting back into it and I still have so many ideas to implement, one of which includes the upcoming scene with a much under-loved character, Princess Eilonwy from The Black Cauldron (as requested by my good friend and fellow author Shire_Folk, who is currently writing a fantastic series titled ‘The Incredibly Indecent Worlds Tour’ – yes, people, it’s as satisfyingly filthy and eyeball-poppingly erotic as it sounds, so if you haven’t read it, do so immediately!), and another is a quick extension of the Roxas x Aqua bathroom scene (another request by a reader who, like a lot of people out there, enjoys the situation of a taller, older woman being handled by a shorter, younger guy). I’m am strongly considering an extension on the Xion jogging scene, a far more naughtier version, but I shall do that at a separate time.
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