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Quickly, Now: A Collection of Short Lemons	By : HondoOokami Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 12456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is not mine and never will be, nor are any characters from the Final Fantasy series, and I do not make any money from this story.

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Disclaimer; Kingdom Hearts is not mine and never will be, nor are any characters from the Final Fantasy series, and I do not make any money from this story.

Quickly, Now: A Collection of Short Lemons

Mixed bag of random lemony snippets, ranging from solos to groups, various pairings, sexual orientations and situations.

Usual warnings. If you’re offended by sexual content, then this story isn’t suited for you. Seriously.
1. Who’s your Daddy?
Setting: Inside a café, after hours.
Characters: Roxas, 32, Naminé, 16.
Summary: “You’re my daddy,” Naminé purred. “Ooh, dirty talk, eh? I like it,” Roxas smiled, peeking over her shoulder and licking her sweaty cheek. “No, I’m serious. You are my daddy!”
Extra warning; this first one contains incest. Not your cup of tea? Best you skip this one, then.

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When Roxas woke up on the café’s shop floor with a relieved Naminé cradling his throbbing head on her lap, stroking the sweaty fringe clear from his forehead to then plant upon it a kiss, he asked her what the Heck just happened. He didn’t catch the answer, having forgotten it after waking up a second time, and asked again for clarification. By the third, he’d run dry from passing-out and her explanation reached him, although it bobbed on the surface like flotsam as it struggled to sink in.
Sitting up with assistance, Roxas clutched his head in his hands. Actually, tell a lie, he didn’t. He couldn’t, rather, because both his hands were tied behind his back. Judging by the material, Naminé’s blue school-tie had been made into a makeshift restraint. No need to wonder why, as it was clear Naminé didn’t want him to push her off his lap and/or escape.
If there was anything television could do to help him right now, it’s the useful snippet of knowledge that if he wanted to escape from bonds like rope or handcuffs, all he had to do was apply some torsional pressure to the small bone in his thumb, preferably the left, until it snaps, and then slip his hands free. While breaking his thumb to escape wasn’t the most appealing idea, neither was this one with this gorgeous blonde Lolita-girl he’d been rogering ever frickin’ day for hours on end this past month supposedly being his estranged daughter.
Well, he thought the kinship thing wasn’t an appealing idea, but his body said otherwise. If anything, it was now more raring to go than he’d ever been before.
‘Damndamndamn,’ He squeezed his eyes shut to block out the images of this girl, whom claimed to be his ‘daughter’, and was still as Goddamn sexy now as she’d ever been. The way she wore her school uniform didn’t help matters much; all the buttons of her ruffled white blouse were open from the collar until it reached her bellybutton, where the buttons were still done up, and exposed the sweaty, glistening skin from her deep jugular notch, down the tongue-tingling ravine between her small, almost entirely unveiled breasts, and a flat belly even a jungle-showering Myleene Klass would envy. Her light blue-plait skirt, following the jailbait fashion all the local schoolgirls seemed to don, was so short it left little to the imagination, and the navy blue kneesocks running up her slender legs... ah, lord, they made his mouth water.
To be fair to Naminé, he had to take some... no, all the blame for her dress style, notably the idea she should never wear a bra, or indeed any underwear at all. He just happened to let it slip one day that he thought her walking around commando-style was a major fire-stoker, and from that point on, that’s what she’d been doing. Hot-dang, she even went to school like it!
Oh, crap, was he still so very horny...
“I just thought you ought to know,” She whispered into his ear as she hugged his neck, pressed her small breasts against his bare sweaty chest, and moulded the wet cleft between her tight, chubby labias around the underside of his shaft. “Seeing as we were riding bareback today.”
“As per your suggestion,” He sputtered in panic. “Why the Hell... I mean, how do you know? How long have you known? And who is your mother, anyway?”
“My mummy, your ex-girlfriend from way back, told me all about you. She still has your picture,” She explained with a slight hitch to her breathing pattern as she stimulated herself against his shamefully hard organ, and sensually licked the sweat running down his cheek. “I have a copy, too. Two copies, actually... one to keep on me at all times, and the other in my bedroom drawer... before I found you, I used it whenever I needed to touch myself... but now, I don’t have to do that ever again, because I’ve got the real you...”
Before she found him? So she knew the whole time? This girl, who first started coming into this café, his workplace, every day after school to sit at the same table over there in the corner, ignored every other waiter but him and instantly dropped numerous subtleties that she’d like him to join her in some flirty banter, after which in three days transgressed to full blown sex both on and off these premises, knew that he was her daddy? If there was the ‘best time’ to know, it would’ve been before he’d been bedazzled by her big googly blue eyes like a moth to a lamp. Before he popped her frickin’ cherry, the latest.
“Your last question,” Poised for a kiss, Naminé raised her butt and guided his length to her small, bald slit, which dripped copiously with her excitement. “I’ll answer for you after we go for another few rounds.”
Yes, the girl bore similarities to an old flame from nearly seventeen years back, and yes, she also bore similarities to him. The sex drive coming from his side, that is. And yes, there was a dark thrill to this entire concept, one that drove him to continue despite what he’s heard, and the solid evidence was being consumed by her hot, tight body.
Ah, Hell. He’s going to Hell.
“It... it feels bigger now, daddy,” She whimpered, trembling like a leaf and releasing shuddery breaths against his dry lips. “A-and harder...” Squeaking through the teeth she sunk into her lower lip, she buried her face into his neck. “And so much hotter...!”
Ditto, he heaved heavily, as her innards clamped around him unlike they’d ever done before.
“Daddy’s... very proud of you,” Blowing away strands of golden hair to uncover her right ear, he wanted to relay a request. In between licking and nibbling her ear, that is. “But if you wouldn’t mind... daddy would like his hands free, so he can give his daughter a great big hug...”
He didn’t mention ‘and a frickin’ great grope of your buttocks’, because he wanted to know how she’d react when he slapped his dirty great paws on her perfect lil’ hiney and squeezed them like raw dough the instant his hands were free. The answer? Her head threw back with a warbling howl, arms hugged his neck firmer and her legs wrapped around his waist.
Scrambling onto his knees as Naminé clung to him like a monkey, he remained in the kneeled position as he started to buck his hips. He hadn’t stopped with his fondling, not by a long chalk. So soft and perfectly rounded... he knew all this from before, as it wasn’t the first time he’d played with them. Heck, he’d even spent half a day sucking on her buttocks and thighs before. This time, however, it felt all so different. It felt a whole lot more satisfying.
Her small hands cupped his cheeks, her lips crushed against his as he drove in harder and with much more vigour. Lips parted on occasion as their tongues clashed and lashed, whipped and twirled in a series of messy, drooling out-of-mouth battles, and continued on inside when no clear winner could be determined. Roxas had the upper hand, or rather he had the method to cheat. Swiping his ring finger across her chin, where plentiful streams of her delicious saliva flowed, he slapped his hand back onto her butt and spread the cheeks with another squeeze before sliding the finger all the way up her tight rectum to the knuckle.
Smirking and sucking on runny saliva trails rolling down her throat as she threw her head back and warbled aloud, Roxas twisted and pumped his finger into the crushingly tight hole at the back. It was incredible, and made him think of all the fun things he could do to her in there later on... tonight, that is. Whether she wants it or not, daddy’s word is final.
Then again, it sounded very much like she wanted him to do more naughty things to it, too. He’ll most certainly oblige to that.
Lowering her down onto the ground and untangling her arms and legs from around his neck and waist, much to her babbling protests, Roxas stopped with his bucks to pull out two thirds and prepared to roll her onto her front. First, though, he paused to admire his daughter’s cute blushing face, watery, half-closed eyes, the small hands she crossed and held up to her chin as she nervously trembled... although she never seemed to be so shy at first, she always managed to become so whenever they went through the act. Maybe she thought he’d like to see her play such a role.
Well, she was bloody right.
Eyes upon her bellybutton, peeking through the gaps in her half-buttoned up blouse, he used his thumbs to part the material and pursed his lips. With a big dollop, he dribbled into the hollow and watched her abdominal muscles twitch like ripples on a lake, and an equally shaky gasp roll up out her throat. Broadly smirking, Roxas removed himself from her body to take the time to play around with her belly, which she seemed to accept as a reasonable excuse to pause on the royal rogering.
Sealing his lips around the button, sighing and loving the feel of her muscular spasms beneath the sweet-tasting skin, Roxas started to dab his tongue into it as if testing the water of the new ‘pool’ he’d created. The water’s great, he smirked. Holding her hips with both hands, he then sucked it all back out. Her back seemed to arc up with it, which was quite amusing, and he did like how her hands flapped at his head until they finally interlocked behind it, and her legs wrapped around him just under his arms.
Dropping her back down and lifting his mouth off with a wet smack, he playfully gnawed at her flesh before travelling a little further up the ways to find the small cleavage between her B-cup breasts, nuzzled lovingly with his nose at each mammary to brush away the coverings of the partially-open blouse, and giving each a slow, full-tongue drag.
“M-mummy’s are bigger,” Naminé mewed like a helpless kitten. “Y-you must be... d-disappointed...”
At that point, Roxas raised his head with fury burning in his eyes.
“Since when did I ever say I was disappointed? Since when have I ever even expressed disappointment? My little girl’s grown up to become the perfect woman in every way possible, and that’s an indisputable fact.”
He used the same fury to fuel the feast upon her breasts, with more sloppy wet tongue action and suckling than when they were kissing. The torment he unleashed upon her perky nipples had her body in a series of convulsions, and from her mouth a rattling of incoherent squeaks, squeals and mutterings, which were to him just as tasty.
Folding her legs over to the left and keeping her upper body facing up to him, Roxas continued to lay Hell upon her chest whilst shuffling into an awkward hunched position over her. Now, he could continue where he left off while at the same time enjoy the yummy taste of her perfectly sized, perfectly shaped breasts. He couldn’t go fast or hard, granted, but he could make his strokes long, slow, and add a little extra ‘snake’ to them.
Lasting five, maybe ten minutes before he felt a twinge in his back, he decided he could always, or rather that he would, come back to her lovely mounds later on. Licking upward from her chin, nose and brow, Roxas rolled her onto her front and scooped his arms under her belly, raising her butt up more, and adjusted to ensure he was in the best position to unleash everything he had on her with ease. He was, and he was going to.
Sliding his hands to her hips, he didn’t start out slow like before. He went full whack from the get go, and was driven by the demonic love of watching her buttocks ripple with each slap. What made this position different to how they did it earlier on, just before he found out about their kinship, was that now she was a whole lot tighter and her moans were threefold louder.
“Ah,” He grinned maliciously, recalling the teasing he did earlier to a particular orifice of hers. “Yes, that’s right...”
Lifting his right hand, Roxas sucked on his thumb and then used it to stick into her butt. Her rectal muscles twitched insanely, clamped around his thumb just like his finger before, but rather than pumping, he simply went for the twisting.
“M-my butt,” Naminé panted, hot red cheek pressed to the floor, and palms also down as if struggling to perform a single push-up. “D-Daddy, you’re being so rough with my butt! It feels weiiiiird!”
Just you wait until later missy, Roxas grinned, as her innards tightened around his great length. He wasn’t all that far off the mark, and although she had been begging this past minute or so for him to release inside of her, he didn’t fancy to on this round. She wanted another two rounds after this, so maybe on one of those instead.
Not slowing down as he suddenly pulled two-thirds out, he rolled her aside onto her back and pushed her knees up until they were beside her head. He slammed back in hard, and kept on going at it until he reached the final few hurdles. Her vaginal walls were already constricting as he started to pull out, as if joining in her vocal protests not to leave.
Keeping her knees pressed down beside her head as he brought his hips over the top, pointing his tip directly at Naminé’s gaping mouth, he ejaculated a heavy great load as if he’d been saving it up a whole damn year. Surprisingly, after he’d finished and she’d gulped down what she could manage, Naminé almost urgently suckled on the head like she wanted to make sure every last drop had been squeezed out.
And that was only round number one. Round two, coming right up...
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The last round had been slow. Sensually slow. Being a café, cooking oils were readily attainable to be used as lubricants... of course, that’s not why the café stocked them, but it’s what Roxas and Naminé used them for.
Seated at Naminé’s usual table, on her usual chair, was Roxas. Naminé was on his lap, her back to his front, and her skinny little legs were being held up due to the arms he’d crossed under her thighs. His hips, slowly but surely, moved like gentle ocean waves as he penetrated her über-tight butt. It was as fantastic as he’d fantasised, right down to the tiniest twitchy rectal muscle reacting against his invading organ. This, he could keep up with all night long.
Naminé reached her arms up and behind, small fingers tangling in his moppy hair and bringing his head forward enough to engage in more kissing. Although they continued the wet tongue war from earlier, this particular campaign shared the moods sensual pace and wasn’t quite so ferocious. Having said that, Naminé had diverted on occasion to gnaw at his jaw line, and he had a lot of fun sucking on her cute nose.
Some five minutes later, Roxas had reached his peak. He shuddered immensely, locked his length in to the hilt, and released the heavy spurts into her wriggling, whimpering body.
They continued with their kiss, and he remained locked in with no real plans as to when he’d like to remove himself. Actually, he wouldn’t like to remove himself at all, but he had to at some point, sadly.
“M-my coat... the inner left pocket,” Voice muffled by his persistent tongue, Naminé tiredly and vaguely flapped her hanging hand at the coat hanging off the back of the chair. It only struck him that she had just made good on her word to tell him who her mother is, and although he’d seriously like to know, he wasn’t in any hurry so long as he had Naminé’s hot lips to occupy him.
Suppose he should just get on with it, though. Breaking the kiss, Naminé’s forehead fell to the crook of his neck. He reached into the pocket and found the photo she’d mentioned before....
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Roxas walked along the sleepy twilight streets with a particularly nerve-rending knot in his stomach. It had nothing to do with the events previous, mind, as that provided some lift to his mood. The knot had everything to do with the naming of Naminé’s mother, and his original partner-in-crime; Quistis Trepe.
Cripes, he remembered the very first day he met Quistis. It was way back in nursery, when they were nothing but knee-high grasshoppers with nothing but want for gluing dry pasta shells and glitter onto paper, and running around in circles until they got all dizzy and fell over. Actually, that’s how he and all the other kids were. Quistis was quite the child prodigy and mature beyond her years, which meant she was none too popular with the rest of the class. Except him, that is.
He stood up for her on more than one occasion, and even took a beating from the class bullies in the process. That was until it was discovered Quistis could actually take care of herself, when she effortlessly kicked their bratty arses back to playgroup. Then followed the period when Quistis was now his bodyguard, which ran right up and continued on through high school.
Not all the way through high school, sadly. Quistis and her parents took off without notice, moved far away from Twilight Town, and left no notification where. He’d figured it had something to do with her parent’s dislike of him, right after they found out just how sexually active his and Quistis’ relationship was... alongside everyone else, at the school’s music recital just as the curtains went up. Not the best time for her parents to see their prissy daughter had talents playing a whole other kind of flute.
Received some woops and applause from a lot of the other fathers, however. He and Quistis would’ve taken a bow if it wasn’t so damn embarrassing.
“We’re here now, daddy,” Riding piggyback, Naminé’s lips were on the nape of his neck, and he could feel her smile as he showed uncertainty towards approaching the house. She curled her left arm tighter around his neck as she pointed with her right hand towards the front door. “I haven’t got any keys, so you’ll have to ring the doorbell.”
“Silly of you to go around without carrying a set of house keys, Naminé. What if you wanted to get in and there was nobody home?”
“Then I’d go to your place,” Still smiling, Naminé bounced as if she wanted him to ‘giddy up’. “Quit stalling, daddy. Hurry up and ring the doorbell.”
“Oh... ‘kay,” He was unsure, but he did it. Well, not right away. His finger lingered an inch from the button, not willing to press it in case it was a trap of some kind, like maybe it released a tiger from a cage or something, until Naminé bounced again and firmly ordered him to press it.
It must have been a minute or two before the door opened, slowly, and creaked liked it was opening into a creepy old haunted mansion. Actually, it didn’t creak, that was just Naminé being silly and trying to get to his nerves. Why on Earth she wanted to do that when he was already quaking in his boots about seeing his ex for the first time in nearly seventeen years, and trying to figure out in what way she most definitely would end up brutally murdering him for having a sexual relationship with their daughter. Bludgeon? Stab? Strangle? Poison? All of the above?
Or perhaps with her eyes...
“Hi, mummy. I brought daddy home with me tonight,” Naminé, being the first to break the silence that to him seemed awkward, greeted the unearthly beauty standing in the doorway with great excitement.
Holy mother of Jimmy Savile, Quistis didn’t look as if she’d aged a day. She was a bit taller, and her hair was now long enough to tie back into a lengthy ponytail as opposed to the shoulder-length bob she sported back at high school, but otherwise, exactly the same.
She smiled.
“Thank you for pointing that out to me, sweet pea. I’ll be sure to check in to the optician’s tomorrow morning for some newer lenses,” Pushing her thin-rimmed oval glasses up the bridge of her thin nose, Quistis bowed her head. “It’s been ever such a long time since we last saw one another, hasn’t it Roxas? Do come in, we have much to discuss.”
Yeah, they certainly did. First on the agenda, in Roxas’ mind, was aimed at Quistis’ eye-catching camisole bra and the silky-looking boxers. If she would just be kind enough to allow him to, say, smear some chocolate mousse onto them and chew the articles off her finely-toned body, then perhaps, maybe, he wouldn’t feel so distracted when they move on to the other important stuff. Like when she’s trying to murder him, for example.
“I guess it shows,” She said over her shoulder as he followed the sway of her goddamn sexy hips down the hall. “Naminé’s always been very fond of you.”
“Always,” Naminé breathed into his ear, making him shudder and bite on his bottom lip. He really should make her walk, instead of carrying her about the house as well.
Speaking of the house, Roxas never knew you could buy a place with the floor plan/size similar to a regal estate here in Twilight Town, bar the abandoned old mansion on the outskirts. The hallways stretched on forever, they seemed, and branched off to many different rooms to which he had little to no idea what was in them. Probably loaded with books and scientific thingamabobs, like Petri dishes and cryogenic freeze chambers.
Alright, so his imagination ran wild and concocted some blown-out exaggerations. He was just a tad nervous, like a turkey who’d caught Bernard Matthews grinning at him.
They reached a big room down the hall, which looked to be the main living area. It looked like any other normal living room, with a sofa and a television and such, but on a grander scale. The carpets were thick enough to conceal a hunting pack of velociraptors, or a flange of nesting gorillas, and wall-spanning plate glass windows provided an overlook into the well-kept back garden. He assumed it was well kept, in line with the rest of the house, that is. It was dark outside.
“I suppose you’d been filling her head with tall tales to make me sound like a fantastic guy, right?”
“Not at all. I only ever spoke the truth.”
“Really? I’m surprised she’s showing any interest in me at all, in that case.”
“Yes, I’m somewhat puzzled by it all myself,” Quistis showed him to a seat on the sofa, with an amused smile on her face as he tried to let a playfully resilient Naminé down off his back. “I must say, you’ve taken to being a father rather well, Roxas.”
“I did faint the first few times she told me,” He said, totally omitting the whole scenario around the discovery. “Otherwise, yeah, it’s great. Another generation with my genes roaming about the place couldn’t do the world any more harm, right? Actually, I’m not sure Naminé could fit into a pair of mine.”
“You can get into my jeans any time you wish, daddy,” Naminé whispered.
Ignoring Naminé’s offer, no matter how tempting, Roxas went ahead and sat down with her still holding on. If there was anything he regretted with that decision at the time, it was being able to feel how ‘excited’ his daughter was. She wasn’t wearing any panties, after all, and it was soaking up into his shirt at the lower back.
“First of all,” Quistis sat down beside him. Close beside him. “I want to offer you an overdue apology for not getting into contact with you over the years. My parents adamantly forbid me after the music recital incident... and when I told them I was three weeks pregnant with Naminé.”
“I don’t think an apology’s necessary. Your parents did what they did to protect you. I take it they’re still mad at me though, right?”
“You’ve my mother to thank for the reason you haven’t had a hired assassin come after you. She convinced my father that would be overreacting.”
“Maybe a little.”
“My mother was also the one who lifted the ban, so you can thank her for that, too.”
“Oh, I’ll be sure to.”
“Not face to face, I must point out. She still suffers from dizzy spells and nausea at the mere thought of you.”
“I’ll send her an unaddressed postcard.”
“Anyway, as you can imagine... seventeen years. That’s an awful long time to be away from someone you deeply care about.”
“It’s not all that hard to imagine when it really happened.”
“I thought that maybe, you had moved on from me during that time, so I had to be tactful about how I made the announcement to you.”
Naminé made a funny noise, and Roxas bit the inside of his cheek.
“I managed to track you down to your workplace, and... well, I needed to find out more about your current affairs before I showed up in person to throw paternity claims at you. If you had a current girlfriend, or were... married, I’d hate to think about the kind of pressure it would place on you.”
Quistis nodded to Naminé.
“That’s why I had our daughter spy on you the past four weeks. I needed her to find out if you were in any relations, and to assess the situation before telling you the big news.”
Roxas closed his eyes. Yes, he was in a relation; with his relation. That wasn’t part of the big plan, was it?
Was it?
“Not originally, but it worked its way in there when Naminé could no longer contain her feelings for you.”
Thanks to Quistis’ mindreading skills, Roxas could tally up four faints in one evening. He woke up on the sofa, facing up at the ceiling, feeling positive thus far seeing as he hadn’t been hacked to pieces at an opportune moment. No, the opportune moment was being exploited in another way... although, to be honest, Roxas didn’t know if this was the better option. It could’ve been a lull into a false sense of security before a knife in the chest, to make sure he’s awake when it happened.
Might as well roll with the punches if it’s going to be his last stand. Or lie-down, as it was.
“You weren’t kidding when you talked about the fainting.”
Unable to sit upright due to the voluptuous body on top, and the paralysing effects induced by Quistis’ delicate earlobe-nibbling, Roxas groaned dryly. He also wondered what Naminé’s devious smirk was all about, seeing her over Quistis’ bare shoulder. Soon enough, he found out; Naminé helpfully fed both his hands into Quistis’ tight-fitting silky boxers for him to squeeze her plump arsecheeks.
Ah, he remembered these, and boy did they feel just as good. Now he knows where Naminé gets hers from.
Rewind...
Yeah, it seemed like daughter and mother-of-his-daughter were in on this together. If that wasn’t clear enough, then Naminé laying on Quistis’ back to join the recently started French kiss to make it a French three-way certainly did the trick.
“I haven’t had any other man since we’d parted,” Quistis breathed hoarsely between the saliva-dripping tongue twirls. “On the other hand... Naminé and I, we’ve been... keeping each other company.”
Oh, some hot mother-daughter lesbian incest action, huh? If this were a cartoon, then his furiously-raging hard on would’ve sprung and catapulted both girls off him and through the opposite wall.
“We want you to come home to us, daddy,” Naminé purred. “So we can be one big, happy family...”
Ah, so there’s no intention to kill him? Just for him to live the rest of his life, servicing the both of them sexually? Well, in that case...
“It would be my pleasure.”
“Wonderful,” Quistis licked his left cheek, and Naminé licked his right. “We’ve got seventeen years worth of sex to catch up on... so let’s all get started together, shall we?”
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This one stretched out further than I intended. There would’ve been a Roxas x Naminé x Quistis threesome at the end there, but I thought I’d leave that for the time being. Although now, I’m wanting to write some Naminé x Quistis yuri. Maybe later.
As stated at the top, these are random pieces with random characters and pairings. Or solos, even. Groups, too, and whatever else comes to mind. I’m not sure what’s next, but I might do something with Sora, Kairi, Roxas, Naminé, Riku and Xion.
For those waiting for the next part to my other story, Kingdom Tart, keep your eyes peeled.
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