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The Incredibly Indecent Worlds Tour	By : ShireFolk Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 31507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Nine - Olette Gets Wet
"I have a sneaking suspicion that you all had fun in Radiant Garden," Sora said with a grin as he entered the Nero's den. All four of his apprentices were currently there, piled around the couch on pillows and thick comforters, turning the furniture into a makeshift movie-watching nest. That also happened to be exactly what they were doing, somewhere through the first act of an action film. The four of them turned to look at him, and Sora could only stop and stare.
Naminé and Olette had revealed the transparent babydoll nighties to their companions, and all four of them had put them on. Although it partially violated the first rule, as the fur trim concealed their nipples and the middle of their busts, Sora had no problems with the attire whatsoever. He could see right through the sheer fabric to devour his girls' curvy bodies and bald snatches with his eyes, so them being completely bottomless more than made up for it.
"You were right, Naminé," Xion said. "Master likes them."
"I told you he would," the blonde replied with a satisfied smile.
"Sora come here," Kairi said, patting the space on the couch between her and Olette. "Watch with us; have some popcorn."
"Don't mind if I do," the Keyblade Master replied, and plopped his butt right down where Kairi had indicated. He reached for some of the popcorn just as one of the characters on the screen casually bright a cigar to his lips while an explosion occurred behind him. Both girls he was sitting beside leaned in and planted soft kisses on his cheeks, making Sora blush in embarrassment for a moment, and couldn't keep a smile from his face as Kairi and Olette snuggled up next to him, with Naminé and Xion then huddling against his legs. He wrapped his arms around Kairi and Olette, feeling the warmth of their bodies through the nearly non-existent material of the negligee they wore. "I think you two are going to have to feed me popcorn," Sora chuckled. "My hands are a little busy."
Kairi and Olette both laughed, but none of them said anything as they returned their attention to the movie. It was an older one, one that Sora hadn't seen for a few years, in fact, but the writing was smart and funny and the actors did well to make it fun to watch. Zorg was such a suave monster and Korban Dallas was too much of a lovable badass for it to be possible to hate the film.
Moments like this, where the five of them could just chill and hang out, were rare for Sora. Usually one of the girls would be feeling more than just a little bit horny, and she'd drag him away so that he could dump two or three loads of spunk into or onto her body before she was satisfied for the time being. His escapade with the needy woman then caused an envious rise in the arousal levels of the other three, and at least two of them would jump him for a quick boning later on. Sora was always happy to oblige them, and his dick was even happier to do so, but the moments like this where they could just get together and watch a movie without it devolving into an hours long orgy that left them drained, starving, a little sore, and with no energy or desire to cook a delicious supper, had become a cherished time for the Keyblade Master.
If the girls had already started the 'swinging is allowed' motion while on Radiant Garden, taking advantage of them pretending that all of them were unattached except for Kairi and Sora, then he considered it a good thing that times like these could become more commonplace.
"So," he asked to sate his curiosity about that, "what did the rest of you get up to yesterday? None of you made it back to Merlin's before they established the extreme heat lockdown."
"I got caught up in that," Xion admitted. "I wasn't careful and passed out from the heat. Some of the guards found me and took me back to HQ so I could rest and recuperate in there. I woke up with enough time to get back, but I wanted to thank them for saving me." The noirette grinned and briefly grasped at Sora's package beneath his only piece of clothing. "You can imagine how that went on your own, Master." She let go with a giggle and returned her eyes to the screen and hand to her outer thigh. He gulped hard, finding his throat getting increasingly dry at the thought of Xion as the centre of a guard sandwich.
Sora then looked at the brunette on his left, and Olette glanced down with a blush on her cheeks. “Naminé and I spent the night at Hayner’s house,” she told him. “Pence and Zidane were there too. I don’t think I need to really say what happened, but, yeah, we slept with them.” She pressed a soft kiss to Sora’s cheek. “Thank you for letting us do this, Sora.” He smiled, not the least because she called him by his name this time instead of addressing to him as ‘Master’.
“As long as you all are happy, that’s all I care about,” he said, hugging her a little tighter with the arm he had wrapped around her. “Zidane? Really, you two banged monkey-boy?”
“Yeah,” Naminé answered, craning her neck to look up at Sora and Olette. “He’s got a surprisingly big cock, and getting fucked by a tail was different, but not bad. I've got to say, though, that they just loved sticking their dicks up our butts. Though, those three weren’t the only ones we did yesterday.”
Olette looked away. “I’m not really proud of that,” she mumbled. Sora looked at her in concern, and Olette self-consciously looked away, refusing to say anything.
Naminé answered for her. “We fucked a pair of shop clerks to get a discount so we could afford these nighties,” the blonde explained casually. “We hadn’t brought enough munny with us at the time, and there was no way of knowing when we’d be back in Radiant Garden or if they’d still be in stock.”
“Olette?” Sora asked softly, gently stroking her side with the hand that held her. She sniffed and hugged her legs to her chest.
“I feel dirty,” she whispered. “Sex is fun; I admit it. I’m fine with becoming a slut if that’s what happens, but the last thing I want to be is a whore.” She buried her head in her knees. “What I did, it makes how good it feels seem so cheap, like just something else you can just buy instead of earn.”
"Olette..." Kairi whispered sympathetically.
"When I do it, I want to do it because it's my choice, and the choice of my partner," Olette declared in a soft whimper. "I want to have sex because we both want it, not having any munny involved. Throwing munny into the equation just makes it seem cheap, like I'm only doing it for the paycheque at the end. It feels like I'm selling myself to be used, to be another's plaything; to be used and then discarded when they're done."
"Sex is more than just that, Olette," Naminé said passively. "It's good to have it with people you want to have it with, but it's also a tool to get what you want. We wanted these nighties, but we could only afford one. Those guys were bored and wanted a fuck. I made the deal to sleep with them in exchange for the other three, and then you joined in because you got too horny sitting there watching us. We got what we wanted, they got what they wanted, and everybody left happy."
"I'm sorry, Naminé," Kairi said, "but I have to agree with Olette on this one. Loving sex is one thing, but I don't want to start selling myself for it."
"Aw, come on, you two," Xion argued, "it's a valid profession. The same thing could be said of anyone in a service industry or retail job. You're providing a service to a client. Take a look at us. We're Keyblade Wielders. We provide a service to the Realm of Light by protecting it from the forces of darkness that try to upset the balance. We're like mercenaries hired by the Realm of Light, where doing good is it's own reward."
"Which is why we're so broke," Naminé muttered. "After our shopping today, we're not going to have enough munny to buy supplies when we run out."
Sora frowned at the face Naminé was pulling at him. "Hey, what's that look for?"
"Nothing," Naminé replied, looking back to the movie.
"What do you think, Sora?" Kairi asked. He glanced at her.
"What? About sex and using it to get something?" Kairi nodded her head at his enquiry, and he felt that the other three girls were watching him intently and waiting for his answer. "I think..." he paused, their silent intensity increasing rapidly and making him nervous for the first time.
He copped out.
"I think that I would never make any of you do anything that you're uncomfortable with."
The four girls sighed, but Olette gave him a soft smile. "That's our Sora,” she whispered appreciatively, “always trying to keep us happy." Kairi hugged him tighter from his right side.
"It is good to know, though, that you won't whore us out if we don't want to do it," Kairi murmured happily. The redhead gave him a smooch on the cheek. "Thanks, Sora." He held both of the girls his words had comforted closer, feeling just a little bit guilty that in doing so he had their breasts squishing up against his sides.
"Anytime," he answered with a dopey sort of grin plastering his face.
"So, Kairi," Xion said, shattering the lovey-dovey atmosphere around the three people on the couch, "we've told each other what we were up to last night, what about you and Sora?"
The pair blushed, embarrassed. Sora answered after a pleading look from his girlfriend. "Tifa and Aerith got us drunk, caught us off-guard with a sleep spell, stripped us, tied us up, and then divulged to us that Riku, who was the only one I had told the truth about our relationship to, had spilled the beans to Yuffie, who told Aerith and Tifa. You can bet that Cloud and Zack, and everybody at home knows too."
"So that's why they were so willing to let me in on the orgy," Xion said in dawning realization. "They knew I was already particularly slutty from having sex with you three times a week."
"Anyway, they wanted a demonstration on how I could keep the four of you satisfied without all of you becoming jealous and killing me or each other, so I fucked their brains out," Sora said with pride, overstating it a little as his ego wouldn't allow him not to. "Kairi got vibrators up her pussy and ass for a while until Aerith took a strap-on to her and she came so much that she passed out."
“S-Sora,” Kairi hushed with a flustered and red face. He gave her a comforting look and chuckled, moving his arm to pat her on the head. He wasn’t about to tell them about Ifrit nearly breaking her ass in two unless she wanted them to, and he could tell that she was grateful all the same for him not divulging that information. Sora looked at her with a cheeky expression as the redhead’s became less flustered and more warm and loving. They kissed softly, and then Sora said something that made her laugh.
“Popcorn, please.”
Working through her humoured laughing, Kairi managed to get a small handful of the snack food from the bowl and brought it to her lips. She popped a couple of pieces into her mouth, and then pressed those same plush lips to Sora’s, engaging him in a rather tongue-filled exchange of the snack. Sora then looked at Olette, giving her those ‘please, ma’am, I’d like some more’ puppy dog eyes that caused her to helplessly giggle and perform the same manoeuvre with him, though she pressed both of her hands to his cheeks and passionately passed him the popcorn with her spit-laden tongue.
The movie playing appeared to have been forgotten by the three on the couch as Kairi and Olette continued to swap back and forth between each other, kissing Sora and enthusiastically feeding him popcorn from their mouths. Ruby Rhod's flamboyant entry on-screen only had the briefest of distractions from their task of sustaining Sora’s hunger with popcorn and their sweet, salty, buttery spit.
Olette hadn’t had any real intention of outperforming Kairi, though she and the redhead did have a greater rivalry when it came to Sora’s affections than the other two. Naminé and Xion loved Sora too, and it had been established some time ago that they were both perfectly content with becoming his mistresses, but it was Kairi and Olette who were vying for the position of Sora’s wife.
And Olette wasn’t about to let Kairi win that one without a fight. She had made that abundantly clear to both Sora and herself the first time she and the man had made love.

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Olette leaped backwards, a few strands of hair falling to the sand from where they'd been cut by Oathkeeper, the Keyblade held within Kairi's grasp. The heels of her metal boots ground into the sand of the former play, now training, island where Master Sora held his training sessions. Olette raised her own Keyblade, Twilight Bell, to block against Kairi's continued assault as the redhead advanced.
Both combatants were without their helmets, but the rest of their Starforge armour had materialized on their bodies. Kairi's set adorned her with the flashy, noble colours of gold and scarlet, while Olette's was a more dutiful, steadfast piece of silver and oak. The Keyblade in Olette's hands, though, was the red of fire clay bricks along the gently outwardly curving blade, with the golden bell of Twilight Town's station clock tower protruding out as the key portion. The hilt wrapped around the purple grip in a teardrop shape, pink waves turning to midnight blue as they travelled farther away from the half-set jeweled sun set as the rainguard. A domed bell dangled from the keychain, swinging in front of Olette's eyes as the air was filled with the scream of metal striking metal when Kairi's downward stroke was stopped and their blades slid against one another until they locked at Twilight Bell's bell.
"You're doing pretty good," Kairi said through a confident grin, "for a beginner." Olette matched her look with an easy smirk of her own.
“And you’re doing amazing, for an elementary schooler,” the brunette returned. The two of them leaped backwards as they unlocked their blades from one another, creating a sufficient distance between them to give each a second to plan her next move. Olette already knew what Kairi had in mind, and immediately stuck her Keyblade into the sand and shouted, "Gaia!"
"Burn!" was the shout that Kairi uttered, a tenth of a second later as she swiped her Keyblade in front of her. The sand rose from the ground in front of Olette to form a solid block taller and wider than she was. Fire erupted from the Oathkeeper, a sickle of burning plasma roaring through the air towards the brunette and her barrier of compacted sand. Olette crouched down, waiting for a breathless moment and listening for footsteps. Strong as Kairi was in using fire magic, Olette's barrier would hold.
The barrier shuddered as Kairi's spell contacted it, but it held just as expected. Still, she hadn't heard Kairi's footsteps yet, so where was...
Above me! Olette realized right before she heard Kairi's foot land at the pinnacle of the small sand block. Olette dropped onto her back, holding her Keyblade out above her body with one hand on the grip and the other on the edge of the blade to stabilize it. Oathkeeper clanged into it a moment later, Kairi's falling overhead attack just managing to be blocked by the brunette.
Kicking out with her feet, Olette caught Kairi in the gut, and launched the other girl up and over her by using Kairi's own forward momentum to her advantage. The redhead sputtered a little as she landed in the sand, and Olette scrambled back to her feet and rushed at her opponent. Kairi barely had time to find her feet before Olette managed to land a hit on her front left side.
"Point!" Olette called. Kairi winced from the force that transferred through her armour to her body, backing away a few steps as quickly as she could while turning aside the rest of Olette's strikes.
"Heh, good one," Kairi said, "but this ends now." She ducked underneath a slash of Olette's and checked her hard in the sternum. Olette stumbled back, and Kairi returned the favour by striking the brunette across the ribs. "Point. That makes three."
"Not bad yourself," Olette grunted in defeat, holding her left arm to her chest. She smiled anyway and dismissed her Keyblade. Kairi did the same and they shook hands. "Good match, Kairi."
"Same to you," Kairi agreed. They heard footsteps and saw their Master, Sora, approaching with a cheery grin on his face. He had dressed himself today in an updated version of his old black set of adventuring duds, updated in that they were slightly bigger to fit his new stature, there were curved silver spikes now accenting the vest, and his t-shirt underneath was royal purple with a stylized crown and flowers in silver near the hem of its right front face.
"Good fight, both of you," Sora said. "The Heartless won't know what hit them the next time they show up with you two on the job."
Olette held a hand to her hip as he approached, willing her Starforge armour away into her heart the same way as she did Twilight Bell. "They didn't know what hit them the last time they were around," Olette proudly declared, the armour clothing her being replaced by her swimsuit, a bright orange bikini with white flowers dotting it. Sora nodded at her statement with his smile not faltering in the least, went up to Kairi as she beamed at him from her victory, and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
A familiar pit welled up in Olette's stomach as he kissed Kairi in front of her, something that this last week and a half since Kairi had become his apprentice too had dug without intention of being filled. Would she have been getting a kiss from Sora if she had won instead? No. There was never any stipulation that the winner receive one from their Master, it was just something Sora had wanted to do for his girlfriend.
That's right, his girlfriend. Kairi had acted first, and managed to claim Sora as hers before Olette really had the chance to muster her courage and have a go at courting him.
Sora, for his part, continued on immediately afterwards, appearing to not notice the how his kiss affected Olette. "No, they didn't," he agreed, "but they really won't know what hit them this time. Besides, neither of you got really serious; serious enough to use Command Styles or Drive Forms, I mean. Get like that and even the bosses won't stand a ghost of a chance."
"Because we are just too good," Kairi said with her voice a little strained while she stretched, arms pulled up behind her back. She'd switched out of her armour now, too, and was dressed in a white sleeveless top and a two-piece pink skirt that looked like it could have been a loincloth if the slit along each hip was any wider. Just looking at it, Olette wasn't sure if Kairi was even wearing underwear underneath.
The thought that her romantic rival was standing commando right next to her sent a shiver down Olette's spine, a puddle of heat starting to grow in her core and on her cheeks. Naughty thoughts about Kairi and Sora started to infiltrate her brain, and not for the first time she got to wondering at what lay hidden beneath his shorts.
The other two were striking up a conversation with her, and Olette answered back in a pleasant enough tone while her head realized a shocking truth, something she should have figured out over a week ago when the story of the cum puddle on the classroom floor began to circulate across school. They've had sex. Kairi got deeper into his heart by getting into Sora's pants. Maybe if I... if we? It's worth a try, right? And he'll never know how I feel about him if I don't tell him.
"Well I'll be heading out," Kairi said suddenly, surprising Olette out of her inner thoughts. "I've got to finish that assignment for Mr. Bunansa still." She pecked Sora on the cheek. "See you later, Sora. Bye, Olette!"
As Kairi left, running off for the docks so she could row her little boat back to the main island, Sora turned to Olette and asked if she was still good to do some more training for the day. Blushing, as she realized that she was now going to be alone with Sora after just having been thinking about what his penis must look like, Olette nodded and quickly answered in the affirmative. I hope I didn’t come across too flustered, she thought, quickly turning even redder in the cheeks and averting her eyes. She slapped her cheeks a couple of times, banishing those naughty thoughts to the dark recesses of her mind.
“Alright,” Sora said, appearing not to notice. “Let’s do twelve laps around the island. Ready?”
“Huh? Oh, yes, Master.”
“Go!”
The pair of Keyblade Wielders, Master and Apprentice, took off across the sand at a quick but steady jog. On the second lap, Sora made sure to do something about that sand barrier Olette had made, charging and delivering a fierce roundhouse kick that toppled it to the ground. Even after the journey she’d gone on with him, Riku, Kairi, Donald, Goofy, King Mickey, and the others in order to defeat Xehanort, Sora’s wiry strength still awed her, and his figure was very much improved since the first time she’d met him, and fallen for him.
“With one kick?” she asked as they both passed under the bridge again, glancing back behind her at him. He was smirking at her, and Sora nodded his head. “Remind me to try using something stronger next time, Master, just to see how much of a workout you’ll get tearing it down.”
“I’ll look forward to it,” Sora replied, and Olette noticed that his eyes weren’t exactly at hers. She hopped over the stairs towards the passage to the cove and looked back at him, pretending to sound and look scandalized.
“Sora, were you just looking at my butt?”
He blushed and looked away. "I-I really didn't mean to," he said, flustered. "I just couldn't help it."
Olette felt the blood rush to her cheeks, and her mouth had opened to spill out words before she could stop herself. "So you like my butt, do you?"
"Huh?" Sora asked, appearing to have heard her. His next words sounded a little seedy as, beyond all of Olette's expectations, he answered the question. "Well, you do have a really nice ass, Olette." Blushing further, Olette sped up as Sora laughed behind her.
Even so, she couldn't help but smile.
Sora caught up to her rather quickly, but nothing was said between them until they finished their laps, finishing up with them sitting next to each other at the edge of the islet with the paopu tree on it. The sun was starting to set into the ocean, giving the far-off water a red and pink hue like the sky, and Sora gave her an apologetic smile. "Hey," he said softly. "I'm sorry if what I said before offended you in any way."
Thump-thump! Went Olette's heart at Sora's smile. Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!
"I-It's nothing," Olette quickly replied, turning her head away and running a hand through the locks on the right side on her face. "I'm actually kinda glad that you said it," she whispered. It lets me know that you're looking at me.
"Hm?"
"Nothing!" Olette snapped nervously, afraid that she's just said that last part out loud. She heard the movement of fabric; the grinding of grains of sand rubbing against one another. Sora was leaning towards her.
"You doing okay, Olette?"
She whipped her head around, prepared to tell him that she was just fine, thank you very much, and that he should go back and shag up his little girlfriend for a few hours before Olette did something stupid since Kairi'd already claimed him, but failed. Sora was too close. Correction, Sora was far too close! The sunset's light reflecting off his face made his kind eyes sparkle like pools of sapphire in marble floor.
Oh Light, she couldn't. Not now. She couldn't allow herself to become lost in those vast oceans of cerulean. At the same time, though, she couldn't look away. Even as infinity passed and the cosmos burned into dust, she couldn't look away from Sora's eyes. Time slipped away from her, and Olette only realized its passage when she felt Sora placing his vest over her shoulders.
"Here," he said softly, thinking nothing of how the chivalrous gesture was making her heart beat so fast it felt like it was about ready to explode and paste both of them in a wave of red emotions, "it's getting cooler. We should start to-"
Overcome with desire and following the gentle nudging of the voice in her head that was telling her to go for broke before she lost this chance, Olette never let him finish his sentence. With one swift movement, she'd pressed her lips up against his, trying to convey all of her feelings for him in that one kiss. In a move that filled Olette with hope, Sora didn't pull away; he didn't immediately kiss her back, but he didn't pull away. Due to this, Olette deepened it as her heart warbled in her throat, grazing her teeth against Sora's bottom lip.
Then she felt pressure coming from Sora, a deep-rooted simmering passion from the depths of his chest, and she was flying. It was intense. His hands were cupping her head and the small of her back, and hers had managed to find their way into his chest and were gripping his shirt. If she wasn't sitting down, Olette wasn't sure if her legs would have managed to hold her up.
When they finally parted, a thin string of saliva managing to connect their lips together, they stared into each other's eyes while catching their breath. Again, Olette couldn't pull her eyes away from Sora's, drawn into their intensity like a moth to a flame, unknowing that by heading towards the light it's heading towards its own doom. "Olette..." Sora whispered, breaking the silence first.
"I love you, Sora," Olette said quickly, desperately. She needed him to know how she felt, and she needed him to know now, before Kairi got too firm a hold on him. "I think I have since the first time I met you."
"Olette," he whispered again, this time with a gravelly longing for her deep within his throat that made her knees knock against one another. "We...we shouldn't have done that," he uttered softly, though he didn't move an inch away from her. Quite the opposite, in fact. Their foreheads were touching, gazing into each other's hearts as much as eyes. "Kairi..."
Olette didn't even want to hear that name right now, so she stopped him from saying it again by capturing his lips in another kiss. They both fell into it in an instant, the passion in their bellies igniting with fury and purpose. Sora gently laid Olette down, and began to rain soft kisses on her chin and neck. Olette's back arched, her spine tingled with electricity at the touch of Sora's fingers and lips. She started to moan, holding Sora by his shoulders and hooking her legs around his waist.
Another blush made its way onto her cheeks as she felt something stiff poking her in the crotch, and Olette wiggled her hips and moaned again, feeling the fabric of Sora's shorts rubbing against her bikini bottom. Sora stopped, pulling away from Olette as though stung. "What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't be doing this," he said again. "I'm dating Kairi now. This isn't like before."
Olette cocked an eyebrow, beginning to feel frustrated at his reluctance even after her confession. "Before...?" Sora looked away, appearing somewhat ashamed.
"I kinda slept with Yuffie a bunch of times before she and Riku met," he muttered quietly, but not so quietly that Olette couldn't hear. She frowned.
"So you had an on and off fling with Yuffie when Kairi was right there, but now that you two are finally an item, you won't sleep with me even though you feel something for me too?" Olette asked.
"Olette...I-"
"Then why did you kiss me back!?" Olette hissed, tears in her eyes as she felt an icy hand claw around her heart.
"Because I like you, too!" Sora shouted. Olette froze. "I really like you, Olette," admitted the Keyblade Master. "I think I might even love you, but I love Kairi too and it's all so confusing!"
Slowly, anxiously, Olette placed her hand on Sora's cheek. He covered it with his own, and again they got lost in each other's eyes. "Make love to me," were Olette's words. "You can worry about Kairi later."
"Olette, I-"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Sora did just that, with more energy and passion than any of the prior ones. Olette held him tight, feeling her body melting into his and his lips while her heart was flying somewhere above five thousand feet. The two just lay there, kissing one another for several minutes in the sunset's glow as their love for one another grew and lust began to mount. Whispers of sweet nothings were exchanged; comments on Olette's beauty and intellect that made her blush and remarks about Sora's chivalry and gallant strength that embarrassed him.
Sora's lips were at the jugular notch of Olette's pretty neck, drawing moans out of her as she lay there in bliss, clutching at the spikes of his hair, keeping his body pressed to hers, wanting more of him to touch and kiss and caress more of her. "Mmm... that's it, Sora. Love me." Sora hummed into Olette's neck through another kiss, making her squeal and giggle at the feeling of the vibrations on her throat.
"Say, Olette?" Sora asked with a playful, curious, tone; one that Olette loved compared to his earlier hesitation and doubt.
"Mmm, yes, Master Sora?"
"What do you say we go for a dip?" Sora enquired. Olette gave him a curious glance as he pulled himself off of her, but then when he began to pull his shirt off it all became clearer. His hands were at the zipper of his shorts before Olette got to her own feet, the girl's fingers reaching back for the string tying her bikini top on.
"Sounds like a wonderful idea," she agreed, and playfully turned around to deny him his first sight of her as she undid the bows keeping her top and bottoms on. She could hear him undressing, and the temptation to turn around and take a look was great, but Olette denied herself that. The ocean just looked so inviting from where she stood, the half-set sun partially submerged in its waves as it bathed the world in orange light. It reminded her of the beach on Twilight Town, with the sun perpetually set in that position.
Olette had to be in it again.
With a whoop, Olette dashed to the edge of the islet and leaped off, fully nude but for the sapphire pendant she wore on its black string. She sailed many feet in the air, traveling nearly twenty forward before reaching the water's surface. The water caught her in her dive, graciously accepting her into its warm embrace. The ocean was pleasant on her face and her skin. The feel of it rolling over her raw, erect nipples and excited, exposed pussy was a new one, and a good one, Olette thought. She would have to go skinny dipping a lot more often now. The only way this could be better was...
"Cannonball!"
Sploosh!
There he was. Olette turned around, laughing as Sora broke the surface and rose up, shaking his head like a dog to free his hair of some of the seawater while his wet silver crown pendant blazed in the sunset's light. She swam towards him, and giggled again as Sora scooped her up into his arms while he was treading water. Sora pressed a kiss on her this time, and Olette gladly fell into it, submitting her mouth to his tongue's intrusion but not letting it go about as he pleased. Her own tongue twisted around his, forcing it into a dance. She clutched her arms around Sora's shoulders while he held her, enveloped by the heat of his body and the warmth of the oceans of his home.
She squealed, falling out of the waltz in her mouth, when Sora's hands reached behind her to clutch at her derriéré. Heat surged out of it, a burning sensation that made Olette wonder why the sea around them wasn't boiling into steam. Sora chuckled at her reaction. "You do have a really nice ass, Olette," he complimented, pulling her mouth into another kiss.
Then she felt something rubbing against the side of her hip, something stiff and fleshy and incredibly hot. Olette looked down to see what it was, though she already had an educated guess or two.
Her eyes went wide as dinner plates when she made out the shape through the rolling waves and lower light they were in. Fully erect, engorged stiff with blood, Sora's foot-long cock was right before her eyes.
"Huge," Olette said in awe, enraptured by the sheer size of the endowment Sora had been blessed with. Her throat was going dry, making it difficult to swallow as she unconsciously licked her lips. So big and meaty, it looked both dangerous and delicious. Her voice still in a state of awestruck wonder, Olette added, “That’s a really big Keyblade, Master.”
“I’m glad that you like it,” Sora replied, though he did gain a faint blush at Olette’s choice of words. He coughed. “It might be a little hard to do anything with it here, though,” he admitted, “I’ve never tried swimming sex before, and a bad performance just wouldn’t be fair to you. What do you say we head back to shallower water where we can stand?” Looking down at their current position, the sand below submerged several feet beneath where the tips of Sora’s toes were kicking to keep them afloat, Olette could see the difficulty Sora was talking about. Olette nodded her head and reluctantly pulled free from Sora’s embrace. She took a breath and dove beneath the surface.
Opening her eyes beneath the waves, Olette twisted over so that she was tits-up to the surface, lazily kicking to propel her towards the shore while fighting against her inherent buoyancy. Her view of Sora’s manhood was crystal clear now, and the sight of all of that long, hard, man-meat that would soon be relieving her of her virginity like a midnight robber does to a rich lady’s valuables, it was making her shaved pussy leak its sweet nectar into the salty waters. Sora popped his head down to see where she’d gone, and he mouthed the word, “Wow,” when he got an eye-full of her glorious round breasts, capped with her perfectly rigid and pretty pink nipples. Olette blushed again and giggled, bubbles escaping with the sound, before she turned over again to expose that ass he had complimented her twice already on in all its glory, and swam for shore.
Sora caught up to her as she was wringing the water out of her hair, the wet locks burning in the setting sun’s light. Olette had stopped where the ocean’s mean height was midway up her chest, leaving her beautiful breasts out of the water to be caught by the glorious last rays of the sun, making her beau sputter and lose his tongue at the sight of her. Olette smiled at his reaction, knowing for sure now that there was much more to this than just hormones and words. She had managed to capture a piece of his heart and firmly plant a flag within, cementing a claim to him that was no less legitimate than Kairi’s. Sora was enraptured with her.
Slowly, he approached, Olette musing about what she wanted him to do to her and what she could do for him. Once more, though, he took her mouth into his own, sucking at the seawater on her lips and enacting an open-mouth dance of tongues with her. “Mwahh,” the girl moaned breathlessly as their lips slowly smacked together again and again, beads of saliva joining them together before falling down into the sea. They stood steady even as the waves battered them back and forth, alternating between trying to push them closer to shore and drag them back to the vastness of the open ocean. Olette’s hands were on Sora’s shoulders, her little fingers holding onto him tightly, while his own cradled her head and buttocks. He dipped his head away from her lips, and ran his tongue down Olette’s neck and chest until he’d reached her breasts. The hand he’d placed to her head moved south until it was at the small of her back, and he bent her over backwards at the moment when he’d placed his lips, oh those wonderful lips, over a nipple. “Sowa…”
How long they stood there in the waves, Sora worshipping Olette’s body, kissing her and making her grow hot but relaxed in the pleasant feelings, Olette couldn’t say, but at some point she felt that hard, hot, heat rubbing up against her hip again, and she gently pushed Sora away from what he’d been doing. Olette looked down through the waves, spotting the snake and fruit of his loins again, and once more felt her heart rate increase and breath hitch. Now that they’d come to it, she really didn’t know what to do.
Looking nervously at the man she loved, Olette quietly queried, “Wh-what would you like me to do?”
“Whatever you want,” Sora answered kindly, smiling patiently at her.
Way to turn it back around on me, Olette grumbled inside. “Well, what does Kairi usually do?”
“Kairi...usually goes right down and starts sucking until I’ve shot a load of cum into her stomach,” Sora answered, fidgeting with his finger. “She almost can’t get enough of the taste. You don’t have to do that!” He added quickly. “You can do whatever you want, but that’s what Kairi likes to do before we, well, before I stick it in her.”
Thinking about that, and wondering about the taste of his semen, Olette had to admit to herself that she was starting to warm up to the idea of giving him an underwater blowjob. Her hand slowly travelled underwater until she was holding that hard piece of flesh between her fingers, and she started to stroke it back and forth. Sora gave a low groan as she slowly massaged his member, adding in a spinning twist of her hand over the glans whenever she reached the head.
Olette smiled. "You like that, Master Sora? It feels good?"
"Yeah," he replied. "It does. Why don't you try doing it with your boobs?"
"With these?" Olette asked, bringing her free hand up to cup one of her gorgeous D-cup mounds. Sora nodded his head, looking at them like an excitable puppy waiting for a treat.
"Yeah," Sora answered. "You'd be able to give a perfect boobjob with those."
Blushing again at his compliments, as no one before had outright praised the sexier parts of her body before except for off-hand remarks in the locker room, Olette complied. "Alright, but we're going to have to go further ashore. I don't want the waves dragging me out to sea."
"I'd never let that happen," Sora assured her.
"Aw, that's really sweet, Sora," Olette cooed, "but I don't want to take any chances." Still gripping him by his dick, Olette pushed her way through the water until the waves were at waist level, just high enough up to keep Sora's throbbing hardness submerged. Olette sank down to her knees. Sora's great cock was right in front of her, hiding beneath the surface like a fleshy water snake, and Olette looked at it anew with joy and determination. This was it. No turning back now.
The heat of his cock seeped through her chest and into her soul as she placed it in the crevice between her mounds, drawing a moan out from the deepest part of her psyche like a fish on a line. She squeezed him tight, moving back and forth like she had with her hand. The water splashed and swirled around as Olette worked his shaft, slowly finding herself sliding further and further down until her chin was poking against the head.
Sora, meanwhile, had his head bent down to look at his apprentice lover, groaning at how good her hot tits wrapped around his cock felt. Her wet flesh sliding up and down on his stiffy, looking up at him with a pleased smile for the pleasure she was giving him. "That's a good girl, Olette," Sora whispered. "Just like that. Oh hoho..." he half-chuckled when the gal took some initiative and opened her mouth, placing his log, wet with seawater, inside. Her tongue swirled around the head, lavishing it with attention while she continued to press her breasts back and forth along his length, back and forth.
Olette popped her mouth off, sighing as she did so, and looked back up at Sora with a naughty grin. "I can see why Kairi does that," she trilled. "Mmm, your penis tastes good." She started up again, filling her hot mouth with his meat while still working him with her boobs.
A short time later, continuing to moan, suckle, and slurp on his very hard and very wet shaft, Olette heard Sora gasp and felt him stiffen. His cock was throbbing between her tits, and Olette removed her mouth from him to get a better view. A cloud of white spurted out of his cock and into the waters in front of her. She could feel some of it lapping up against her submerged breasts as she knelt in the surf, hot and gooey in comparison to the warm and thin texture of the waves.
Something different ignited inside of Olette at the feeling of Sora's release touching her, something strong and primal. More, the feeling was telling her, you must have more.
Olette rose, Sora's cum sliding off her body. She gave him a deep kiss, tasting the salt from the ocean on her own lips, and said, "I want you inside of me now. Please, fill me up with that hot gooey stuff."
"Sure thing," Sora replied. "You are on some kind of birth control, right?"
"Been on it for a year," Olette assured him, happy that he was taking this seriously.
"How would you like me to do it?" Sora asked. "Any requests for how you lose your virginity? Missionary? Doggystyle? Cowgirl?" Olette placed her hands on his cock, and swiftly guided it to her entrance.
"Just like this," she answered him. "Right here, like this." She leaned forward, feeling the head of his huge cock pushing apart the petals of her virgin flower, and pressed her lips up against his ear. "Fuck me, Master."
Sora appeared to lose any sense of self-control after she huskily uttered those words, filled with carnal need. His hands grasped her buttocks firmly, and he shoved forward the rest of the way in a single powerful thrust. Olette's feet left the sand as the entire foot of Sora's mighty member entered her body, the well-lubricated by the ocean shaft squeaking through Olette's vaginal walls as the tight space strangled his cock.
Olette cried out loud, the feeling of having something so big and wonderful intruding upon her body and claiming her sacred place as its own was a pleasure both nerve-wracking and divinely exquisite. A moment later Sora howled, and Olette felt his cock pulse and twitch inside of her before that sacred place was blasted by an unknown amount of something hot and viscous. She came at once at the feel of his cum filling her womb. Her back arched and toes curled, and Olette shouted in bliss to the sun as they climaxed together, spilling their fluids from her snatch into the sea.
"You... came already?" Olette asked, shaky.
"Your pussy is just so tight and hot," Sora replied breathlessly. "It's like a vice and a furnace, Olette. I could spend all night in you." Olette kissed him, again, tears in her eyes from his words and the orgasm she'd just had.
"I'd like that," she said earnestly. "Let's spend the night here, Sora, on this beach. I want to make love to you all night long." Giving her bedroom eyes, Sora kissed her again while getting a better grip on her arse. He started to snake his hips then, now making love to her in earnest. Olette squeaked and squealed as his cock pounded into her, stretching her tight walls with its thickness while their cum lubricated the passage. The sea frothed about them, and Olette lay there in his arms, thrusting her hips back against Sora's in time.
Mind slipping, a fire raging in her belly, Olette only knew that she loved Sora; was in love with the sensations he was making her body feel, and that she needed to have it continue. Olette came again, her muscles clenching and squeezing Sora’s one and a half inch thick shaft while spilling her juices into the ocean around them. “Sowaa!!” Olette squealed into his neck, losing her mind in ecstasy.
A particularly strong wave that neither of them were expecting struck then, toppling the couple into the surf. Olette came up spluttering on her hands and knees closer to shore, spitting out water and blinking rapidly as she regained her bearings and attempted to relocate the man who’d been making her feel so good only moments before. The sun had slipped beneath the waves while she’d had her legs wrapped around Sora’s hips, and now the world was bathed in the silvery light of the moon, making it a little more difficult to see her lover. A slap on her ass told her where he was, and Olette looked back to see Sora kneeling behind her in the moonlight, giving her rump an appraising look.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Olette,” Sora told her, rubbing her rear with his hands. “You’ve got a very nice butt.” He kissed it softly, and Olette sighed at the feeling of his lips on her skin. They’d been going at it pretty hard, making her arse a little bit red and sore, but it was a good heat that came from it. The girl massaged one of her breasts while Sora kissed, licked, and sucked on the flesh of her ass, tasting of her body and of the sea as time and again it ran over her bum.
Much though Olette enjoyed the tender treatment, her body felt like it had finished recovering from the first course Sora had served her, and now was itching for a second helping. "Stick it in me, Master," Olette begged, waving her butt back and forth in his face to tempt him. "Shove that big, hard, dick of yours back inside me." Olette could almost feel Sora's grin with how needy her voice sounded, and she sighed softly when she felt the spongy cap pressing gently against her folds again. Sora's hands gripped her hips, and slowly the Keyblade Master began to push himself back inside of his apprentice.
Their pants, moans, and grunts filled the air around the island as the sex continued, the two of them stopping after Sora unloaded another heaping dose of spunk into Olette's womb only so they could move onto the beach proper and start a fire for them to make love beside, Sora laying down and having Olette straddle his face so he could bring her to a pair of climaxes while she sucked another helping out of him.
When morning came, a Saturday morning, thankfully, it found the two cuddling next to the dying embers of their fire, Sora's dick lodged inside of Olette's arse up to his drained balls, and his arms holding her loosely while he gently massaged her cum-stained tits.
Sora kissed the back of her neck, gently nibbling at the skin before sweetly sucking on it. "I love you, Olette," he mumbled tiredly, nuzzling his nose against her. Olette craned her neck around, just managing to give him one more kiss without compromising the soft member's lodgings in her backside.
"I love you too," she whispered, exhausted and sore but elated. "What do we do now?" Sora yawned.
"I'd love to stay here and sleep all morning long like this," he admitted, "but then we'll be found out if anyone shows up. So, to save us that, we're going to rinse off in the ocean, pull our clothes back on, and sneak home."
"Are you sure?" Olette groaned. "What are your parents, Roxas, and Xion going to say?"
"If we're lucky, Roxas was out banging Selphie all night and stayed at her place," Sora said. "As for the others we tell the truth. You lost to Kairi in a sparring match and felt you needed some extra training, so we stayed behind and worked on that all night."
Olette grinned and delicately removed herself from Sora, only to get on her knees between his legs and grip his flaccid cock between her fingers. His cum leaked out of her buttocks and ravaged slit while she held his lad in front of her face. "One more," she said.
Look out, Kairi, Olette thought as Sora hardened one last time and assisted her in her blowjob with his hands holding her cranium, because I'm not letting you win without a fight.

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The fighting turned out to be unnecessary, of course, as compromises and deals were later made and struck after Naminé and Xion joined in by simultaneously ambushing him one morning and forcing him at blackmail point to make them his apprentices and lovers as well else they'd tell Selphie, which was a recipe for everyone in town finding out, making Sora's polygamous love making impossible to conceal from all involved parties. That was all in the past, however, the Keyblade Master reflected while the two most loving of his girlfriends fed him popcorn from their mouths. For now, his life was grand, and their adventure was just getting started.
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