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To Chase a Ninja	By : ShireFolk Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 10998 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Membership Benefits
- 2-Kairi Joins the Committee
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“Are you really, positively, absolutely sure that now is the best time to be taking a break, Sora?” Kairi asked as the pair of them walked through the streets of what had been Hollow Bastion, now Radiant Garden. “I know that you just took down practically all of Organization XIII, but Xemnas just fused with Kingdom Hearts and we have to go back there and stop him!”
“Kairi,” Sora replied patiently with his arms behind his head, perfectly relaxed despite the fact that he had taken a break from saving the worlds right at the most crucial moment in which they needed to be saved, “King Mickey asked me if I was ready to enter the door the worlds gave us and I don’t feel as though I am just yet. Trust me, Xemnas will wait until we’re good and ready to challenge him.”
“I really don’t think that the psychotic maniac Nobody of the last wacko who tried to get his hands on Kingdom Hearts is just going to sit around,” Kairi argued with a frown on her face and arms folded in front of her chest. “It’s already been a whole day. We could be putting the entire Realm of Light in jeopardy!”
“Aw, stop being so pouty,” Sora said with a light chuckle. “If anything, right now Xemnas is crapping his pants wondering what’s taking us so long. I bet he’s working himself up into a frenzy thinking that we’ve gone to get some kind of super badass reinforcement like a thousand axe-wielding dwarves riding polar bears or a giant cannon mounted on a spider-legged chassis or something.” He heard Kairi laugh and knew that he’d staved off any more serious nagging about the issue.
“So,” Kairi began anew after a few seconds, “what are we heading for the marketplace again?”
“I checked my stocks and saw that Donald and Goofy had burned through our supply of potions and ethers, again,” Sora replied, slightly irritable at the situation. “Those two are always using up all of our healing items. Hopefully the Moogles will have some more.”
“Shouldn’t they?” Kairi asked. “Aren’t you one of their best customers for stuff like that?” Sora nodded.
“Yeah, me and the Restoration Committee,” he said. “But the stuff still isn’t exactly cheap. That Moogle likes trying to swindle me every chance he gets. Hm, speaking of that…” Sora started fumbling around in the many pockets of his shorts before he produced a small purple card. Kairi cocked her head, trying to get a look at it.
“What’s that?” asked the redhead.
“It’s my Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee Honourary Membership Card,” Sora answered, a small measure of pride in his voice as he said it. “I wonder if flashing this will get me a discount with that Moogle. He knows I need the-hey! What!?”
Sora jolted as the card in his hand was snatched away from him by someone who had leapt from a rooftop and rolled away to the right. A raven-haired teenager wearing a dark grey sleeveless vest, headband, and black tank-top with the outlines of flowers in white on it (that still bared her midriff) stood up and dusted her black knee-highs off with Sora’s membership card clearly visible in-between her fingers. The girl turned around, flashing Sora a cocky smile and scuffing the road a little with her huge, almost knee-high, khaki boots.
“You’re slipping, Sora,” Yuffie Kisaragi cheekily admonished him, flicking her card up from its place between her fingers. “I’d have thought that you’d be good enough now that you’d sense me; then again, I am the Great Ninja Yuffie.”
“Ha ha,” Sora laughed dryly, even though he was smiling at seeing his friend again. “Okay, you got me, Yuffie. I’ll train harder so that I can’t even be ambushed by you.”
“You’d better,” Yuffie said. “It won’t be any fun if I’m able to sneak up on absolutely everyone in town.” She looked down at the card in her hand. “Ooh, our membership card! Did you know that that Moogle who runs the medical shop gives a fifteen percent discount to members of the Restoration Committee?”
“He does!?” Sora asked, incredulous. “You mean that I could have been getting stuff at a discount this entire time and nobody told me about it?” Yuffie cocked her head inquisitively.
“What? You mean Leon never told you?”
“I guess it must have slipped his mind,” Kairi shrugged. “Sucks to be you, Sora.” He rolled his eyes.
“Whatever. Yuffie, quick, give me my card back. I’ve got a Moogle to see.”
Yuffie smirked at him; it was the first sign that something was off. She licked her lips, and Sora realized that she was looking at him hungrily, her dark brown eyes roving over his body, analyzing him. “The game’s afoot, Sora,” Yuffie said softly before loudly challenging him. “Take it back if you can!”
The ninja disappeared in a puff of light grey smoke, re-appearing almost instantly on a rooftop above them, the same rooftop she had jumped down from barely a minute ago. She was holding the card in her fingers just like before, and playfully stuck her tongue out at Sora. Rising to the challenge, Sora cried out, “Get back here you little minx!” and leapt for the roof. He managed to grab onto the edge with his fingers, and pulled himself up with a little creative aerobics, essentially performing a flip and somersault to land perfectly on his feet upon the rooftop. Yuffie was already gone from this one, though, two buildings ahead of him and smirking.
“Sora, wait up!” Kairi called from below, clearly hesitant as to whether or not she could make the same jump. She’d only had the Keyblade for less than a day and hadn’t had the time yet for its magic to enhance her body’s physical abilities into the superhuman range.
“Just catch up as best as you can!” Sora shouted back down before giving chase, dashing forward and leaping to the next building like a lion. He wished for a moment that he could run as fast as he could when we was a lion in the Pride Lands, then Yuffie wouldn’t be standing a chance.
As it was, Yuffie held an advantage over Sora that all of his skills and tricks just couldn’t seem to match. Though he could swiftly glide through the air, jump the height of a two-storey building, perform what was essentially a double-jump to keep himself airborne, and dash forward nearly two dozen metres at blinding speed, Yuffie’s ninjitsu that let her vanish and almost instantly appear again in a different location left Sora guessing as to where she was and where she’d appear next. It actually didn’t take very long for Sora to start eagerly anticipating seeing her whenever she appeared as she led him on in the chase, but it took significantly longer for him to understand why he looked forward to the teenager popping up out of the smoke.
She was flirting with him. Every time she appeared, Yuffie would be doing something different, but the effect was always the same. First a giggle and a wink, then a blown kiss on the membership card. A swagger of her hips and ass covered by her khaki-coloured shorts; a teasing laugh with a beckoning finger. No matter what act she performed, it was exciting Sora, making him only think about catching her. He nearly forgot the reason why he was chasing Yuffie in the first place, just that he had to catch her.
What he would do with the perky ninja girl when he did was entirely up in the air, though.
Finally it looked like the chase was over as Sora reached her when Yuffie popped up on the street below. He just managed to get a hold of her left arm, and Yuffie twisted around with a sly smile on her face.
“I’ve got you now, Yuffie,” Sora told her, his breathing a little harder from the exertion. He was close enough that he could see the sweat beading on Yuffie’s face beneath her black headband, her full chest heaving as she took in deep breaths of her own. His eyes latched onto those mounds that moved beneath her tank-top for a few moments longer than what was probably acceptable before he was able to get them to move back to Yuffie’s eyes. “Now give it back.”
She laughed in his face; a light, giggly sort of sound as if he’d told a joke that she honestly found a little amusing but not enough to warrant a guffaw. “Now now, I never said I’d give it back,” she reminded him. Yuffie held the card up between her right index and middle finger. “I said to take it back, if you can.” Before Sora could make another move, the sneaky, devious, kunoichi stuffed the card down her shirt.
Sora gulped, momentarily stunned.
“What’s the matter, Sora?” Yuffie asked, cocking her head and giving him a maddeningly sweet smile. “Don’t you want that fifteen percent discount?”
“I-I shouldn’t,” Sora replied, feeling his heartbeat rise from simply a light workout tempo into something more akin to the rapid drumming of running feet. His mouth had gone dry, and now he really couldn’t stop staring at Yuffie’s hidden bust. “I’ve gone without the discount before; I can do it again.”
Even so, his eyes didn’t leave her chest, where there was a very faint outline of the card overtop of where Yuffie’s right breast was.
“By the way, Sora,” Yuffie said huskily, taking a step forward and thrusting her chest out. Sora took a step back, and wondered why he did so. “There’s something I forgot to mention. That discount? It’s actually twenty-five percent.”
“R-really?” Sora said, his hand up with fingers splayed out. He wasn’t exactly sure where he wanted to put that hand, but his brain was mucking up all its instructions right now. Yuffie was in his face, coming on to him, and blood was rushing to his crotch on the double. His boxers and shorts were beginning to feel tight as the chubby he was getting grew. The whole situation was madness and confusion, and in the back of his mind images of Kairi were prompting him that he should get out; get out now.
Yuffie grabbed his upheld wrist and all of Sora’s concentration snapped towards it, banishing all previous thought from him. She was speaking again, and the words were just barely understood by his poor over-worked brain.
“There’s one other thing that that card entitles you to, Sora,” Yuffie told him, licking her lips and coming closer. “Something else that Leon forgot to tell you.”
“And what’s that?” Sora asked, eyes leaving where her hand had grabbed him and finding her face again. Yuffie stopped. She was just inches away from him now, close enough that Sora could count the flecks in her eyes. The confident, sexy, air that she had been exuding the whole time faltered for a moment as she hesitated, their eyes locked onto each other’s. That moment, brief and instant, made Sora’s mind melt at how cute she looked. Then her determination returned, and she leaned over to his ear.
“You get me,” she whispered, and placed his hand right against where she’d put his card. Sora could feel the heat radiating through her bra and tank-top as surely as his fingers could detect the edges of the card. She’d never placed it bare against her bosom, but instead just inside of the shirt in order to maximise its visibility and draw his eye. Sora was almost sure that he could feel her nipples jutting stiffly against their restraints, her arousal clear.
Then she kissed him, and Sora felt his thoughts flooding away as the moment caught up to him. He kissed the ninja girl back, gently massaging the breast in his left hand while cupping the back of her head with his right. Yuffie moaned into his mouth as he did so, and he flicked his tongue against her lips. She tasted sweet, like the honey he ate on occasion during his visits to Pooh Bear in the 100 Acre Wood, and her lips parted for him.
The kiss deepened as Sora slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, and instead of flicking at it with her own Yuffie closed her lips on it and sucked gently on Sora’s tongue, making a soft cooing sound. At the same time she moved the hand she had clutching his wrist to instead cup the back of his hand, and squeezed it a little. Sora took the hint, and squeezed the veiled orb a little more firmly than before. Yuffie gasped, a cute little noise escaping her mouth as she released his tongue from her lips. She pulled her head back, looking at him with an adorable pleased smile on her face. “Sora…”
“Yuffie…” he answered, blinking. His body was being overcome with lustful desires, all of them wanting to be enacted upon this cute bundle of thievery in the very immediate future. Even so, his mind tried one last time to feebly resist “What are you doing?”
“Seducing you,” Yuffie answered softly, and placed another kiss upon his lips. “Is it working?”
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Yuffie had played him, that much Sora put together as she led him by the hand into the building she had stopped in front of. Sora couldn’t believe that the building even existed yet, but it did. She’d stopped right in front of a hotel, and already had a room booked for the night and her room key tucked into one of the pouches of her hip-pack.
A hotel, Sora thought as they ascended the steps towards the fourth floor. A hotel! The town’s still coming together and the castle’s not even a tenth fixed up, and they’ve already got a hotel!
That line of thinking stopped as soon as Yuffie did, right in front of a white door with brass numbers on it telling him their room was number ‘369’. Sora laughed when he saw that, and Yuffie couldn’t help but giggle as she read it a second time.
Sora flicked the lights on the second the door closed behind them, and then everything started to happen very quickly. Both of the teenagers were at the mercy of their hormones and the physical attraction between them. Sora, while not perhaps the most rugged or handsome hero to ever appear in the worlds, was still a decently attractive person, and the reputation and respect he’d earned from his many battles against the Heartless to save not only Radiant Garden but all the worlds in the Realm of Light had made him a person of intrigue and desire. Perhaps not so much intrigue to Yuffie, who had fought alongside him and known the boy since he’d popped up in Traverse Town and mistaken her for the redhead who had been accompanying him earlier today, but certainly he was a man that she desired with more than just fanciful lust, or at least she hoped it was more than just lust, anyway.
She shrugged Sora out of the black vest he wore over his navy blue and orange t-shirt, and he returned the favour by slipping off her own vest right there in front of the door. Before either of them could get any further, Sora had placed her cheeks in his hands again and began to kiss her sweet, honey-tasting lips. He wasn’t quite sure if it was love or not, but he at least knew that he had liked Yuffie before now, and that right now his body was telling him to kiss her hard. Yuffie responded positively, grasping him by his shoulders and clutching tightly to them, her own lips enthusiastically reacting to his touch. They moved with a combination of pushing and pulling while exchanging passionate kisses, slowly working their way towards the single queen-sized bed in the room.
“So,” Yuffie began, her breath hot and heavy against Sora’s face, “how do you like being an Honourary Member of the Restoration Committee?”
“It’s nice,” Sora answered, nuzzling his nose against hers, liking the answering giggle to his action. “Do you do this for all of the members?”
Yuffie blushed and turned her head away from him. Sora tried to catch her eye, and did several times as her eyes flickered back to his. She looked far too cute with her shoulders pushing up, trying to hide her head. “J-just you,” she answered timidly.
Just him, huh? Sora had already guessed as much, but it still made him feel good inside to know that she hadn’t been doing this with just anyone. He kissed her again, this time placing his hands against her chest. Yuffie moaned into the kiss as he gently massaged her boobs through her shirt, and Sora slipped his tongue into her mouth again. This time Yuffie met it with her own tongue instead of suckling on it with her lips. The french kiss was messy and awkward, both of them revealing their lack of experience in the act, and dribbles of saliva slipped down their chins when they broke apart.
Both of them laughed a little at the somewhat embarrassing sight of their combined drool running down their chins to fall to the floor’s polished hardwood surface. Sora took his hands from her chest, moving them instead to the hem of her tank-top. Yuffie helped him remove it, and the purple membership card she’d swiped from him earlier fell to the floor with a quiet clatter. Sora bent down to pick it up and when he looked up again Yuffie had finished pulling off her top and was just tossing it aside. Sora could only stare for a moment in surprise.
He’d seen women in as much or less clothing before, having grown up on a warm tropical island, but he’d never seen Yuffie with only a bra separating his eyes from her lovely breasts. They weren’t the biggest, definitely not as big as Aerith’s or Tifa’s, but they fitted her thin, lithe, body well. More surprising to him, though, was that the colour of the lacy undergarment that had him awed was a combination of hot pink with silver filigree around the rounded tops of the bust and in the dead centre between the two. Considering the main colours of her outfit, Sora would have assumed she’d be wearing black underneath.
“What is it?” Yuffie asked as he stared, her head tipping down slightly but her expressive dark brown eyes still on his cerulean blue ones. She was blushing again, her blush appearing both on her cheeks and on her chest just above her bust. It honestly made her look even cuter, but this time she wasn’t looking away coyly. Her fingertips graced the silver edging of her bra. “Does my spectacular bod have you enraptured in awe?”
“It is spectacular,” he answered truthfully, and Yuffie blushed harder. Sora flicked his fingers, holding the membership card between the index and middle fingers of his right hand in mimicry of how she had been grasping it earlier. “And I’d like to see more.”
Yuffie grinned and giggled. “Well...I did say that that card entitled you to me, didn’t I?” She turned around, fingers now teasing at the waistband of her khaki shorts. “Oops! Almost forgot these.” Yuffie’s hands flew away from her pants and she dropped onto the bed, bouncing a little from the decorative comforter above the mattress. Yuffie stretched out one of her booted feet towards Sora, his line of sight making a perfect line down her creamy thighs towards the darkened area beneath the leg holes of her short shorts. “Sora, would you be awesome and help me take these off?”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, and practically pounced towards her. The white laces went right from the top of the boot almost down to the toes. It must be a major pain for her to put these on in the morning; how the heck did she live with it? Sora slowly tackled the boots, his fingers working delicately to pull the strings loose. Finally he managed to slip the first one off, and Yuffie made the most pleased sigh as it was removed. Her toes wiggled within the black knee-high sock, and Sora made sure to pull that off too. Sora got to work on the next boot, and soon it also was removed and tossed behind him with casual indifference. Yuffie’s second sock came off, freeing up all of her toes and her feet. A satisfied sound issued from the ninja’s throat as Sora took her feet into his hands and gently rubbed his thumbs along their soft arched insides. Encouraged by the sounds she was making, Sora moved his mouth closer to them, and took the big toe of her right foot between his lips.
“Ah...that’s it, Sora,” Yuffie said contentedly, throwing her head back as she sat on the bed, stretching her toes as he gently worked on her feet. “Just like that.” Sora suckled on her toe before giving it a firm kiss and popping his mouth off of it.
“You like that, eh?” he asked. Yuffie nodded, smiling down at him. “Then I guess I’d better keep doing it,” Sora added, and he switched to her left big toe. She sighed again at the pleasant sensation of his lips around her toe and his thumbs rubbing her feet. This was a lot different than what she had expected for them to be doing at this point, but she wasn’t going to complain at all. It felt good, and she’d never tried doing this herself before.
Sora switched toes regularly for a few minutes, tenderly kissing and suckling each one. Yuffie almost couldn’t take it when he got to her pinkie toes, which he did in succession after all her others. She was practically a mass of giggles for two and a half minutes as he tortured the tiniest and most sensitive of her toes with his lips and tongue, driving her insane and refusing all her demands for him to cease. When he finally did, it still didn’t stop Yuffie from laughing while clutching her hand near her chin as she looked down at him.
“Jerk,” she labeled him. Sora took it in stride, sending a smile at her that made her heart flutter. Uh-oh. This wasn’t simply physical attraction and lust anymore; she was actually falling for him now. Well, they were in the perfect setting anyway.
Finally getting control of her laughter, Yuffie looked down at him again. Sora still hadn’t moved from his position, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs with his hands on her feet. His eyes were clearly full of her exposed body, and he was still smiling at her, though his smile wasn’t the innocent one she had always seen before today. This one was still playful and a little bit dorky (his smile was adorable, really, if she’d ever choose to put a word to it), but there was also a lusty hunger in it that belied what he really wanted.
However, even though he’d already asked if he could see more of her body and she knew that he’d intended on her taking her shorts off, Yuffie felt that she deserved a little give-and-take in this. He’d pulled off her boots and socks, which had kept over half of her smooth white legs hidden from his sight. It was time for Yuffie to return the favour, in a way.
“Come here,” she beckoned, leaning forward. Sora straightened up, and Yuffie grabbed at his shirt, determined to pull it off of him.
Yuffie gasped as it came away, and Sora chuckled, pleased at her reaction. Very few people had seen him with his shirt off since he’d begun his journey to find Riku and Kairi after the Islands had been swallowed by darkness, and now Yuffie was getting a first-hand look at how all of his battles had influenced his physique. His abs were sporting a faintly visible four-pack, pectoral muscles were defined with muscle, and a fair amount of the fat (not so much that his chest was a rock, though) had been burned away. There were a few scars that were present, too, evidence of the fights he’d been picking with the Darkness. Sora prided himself in his new look, actually, and privately admitted that he acted a bit like a peacock in the mornings when he looked at himself, especially since he believed he could now go shirtless beside Riku on the beach and not feel jealous of the older youth’s body.
Yuffie’s hands were running across his shoulders, broader than they’d been when he’d first gotten the Keyblade. Part of it was probably just due to him ageing, though, but he still liked that his abdomen was resembling a triangle. “Do you see something you like,” he asked Yuffie, “or does my spectacular bod have you enraptured in awe?”
Yuffie made a noise of amusement and glanced at his eyes. Sora chuckled, knowing just how lame it was for him to have repeated her words verbatim at her. Nevertheless, she didn’t exactly call him out on it. Sora kicked his shoes off, one of them sounding like it had bounced off of one of Yuffie’s boots, and yanked off his socks before pouncing on the ninja. Yuffie shrieked playfully and laughed as he pinned her to the bed, and then moaned into his mouth when Sora dropped his lips onto hers again.
Their hands were all over each other as they traded kisses back and forth, rubbing, fondling, and squeezing at each other’s body. At some point both of them lost their shorts, leaving Yuffie lying on her back in her matching underwear and Sora in a pair of black boxers tenting with his arousal. Sora had his lips latched onto Yuffie’s earlobe, sucking tenderly at it while one hand cupped the small of her back and the other softly rubbed at her core through the fabric of her panties. He was a little surprised that he was the one who’d taken the initiative and started pleasuring her, but Yuffie’s mewling moans of his name, encouraging him to keep going, were certainly enjoying to hear. One of her arms was stretched out behind her head, wrist resting on the edge of the pillow at the queen bed’s head, while the other was at her chest, massaging her own breasts through her bra.
Yuffie panted, feeling her pussy starting to grow wet from Sora’s efforts as he switched his lips from her earlobe to her neck just beneath her jaw. If this was how Sora treated girls he liked, with gentle loving care that made her feel special, then she really was glad that she’d gotten to him before Kairi.
Yuffie glanced at the door. Sora might not have noticed, but Yuffie had heard it open a little while ago while he was massaging her feet, and detected the sound of shoes quietly scuffing on the hardwood floors to the bathroom. She could see the slightly ajar door from the bed, and the ninja was willing to bet a whole lot of munny that they had a sexy little redhead whom she knew was crushing on Sora playing the voyeur to her seduction ploy. Only she had a room key. Only a Keyblade Wielder or staff could have unlocked the hotel room door (but staff would not have come in due to her placing the ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ sign up on the door handle), and only one of the ones currently on world had been following along behind her and the young man who was currently-
Yuffie lost her train of thought as Sora addressed her. “You know, Yuffie, you’ve been a very naughty ninja today.”
She liked the tone of voice he had taken. “Oh? You think so?” Sora grasped her hips and positioned himself above her again. She mewled a little as the hand he had been rubbing against her crotch was removed, and couldn’t help but wiggle her thighs, missing the sensation.
“Naughty ninjas who steal membership cards should be punished, don’t you think?” Sora asked her, though it was hardly a question. They looked at each other with identical perverted grins, both of them quite turned on by this point. They knew where the encounter was heading; it was just a matter of how long they wanted to draw out their play before they got down to business.
“I think they should,” Yuffie agreed, feeling completely comfortable with whatever idea Sora had in mind. She knew that she deserved at least a little admonishment from her earlier deed, even if it had led to this mutually enjoyable experience, but she also knew Sora. He wouldn’t hurt her.
Using the hands he had clutching her hips, Sora flipped her over so that she was on her knees. He shifted back, straightening his back and looking down at her from above, his eyes roving over her mostly bare body and enjoying the sight of her smooth skin. He grabbed the silver-edged waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, freeing her beautiful ass from the pink garment that had teased him for the better part of ten minutes now. Yuffie was looking back at him from her position, smiling and blushing as he soaked in the sight of her taut buttocks and flushed pussy in front of him for the first time. She swayed her hips, hypnotically waving that rump back and forth.
Sora spanked her. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make a shallow yelp fight its way past her throat and get her to stop moving her hips. Yuffie stayed on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at Sora with a lusty expression on her face. Sora spanked her again, this time hitting the other cheek, and rubbed the heat from his strike into her flesh. He did it a number of times, each time hitting her and then rubbing the reddening spot with his hand before giving it a kiss. Yuffie yelped and moaned as his palm slapped her behind, and soon she was arching her back like a stretching cat, loving the feeling, and throwing her head back towards him with eyes that were increasingly filled with lust.
“Yes! Spank that naughty ninja ass, Sora! I’ve been so bad! Punish me!”
“Are you going to steal my Honourary Membership Card again?” Sora asked her. He gave her another slap, her cheeks now radiating with heat and red like a cherry.
“Ooh! Do you want the honest answer or the one you want to hear?” Yuffie asked, and moaned as Sora kissed the cheek he’d slapped. As much as that phrase was abused, she liked him kissing her ass, especially when it was feeling all hot from having been spanked around.
“How do you know they aren’t the same?” Sora queried, rubbing both of her cheeks with his hands. Yuffie smiled and rotated her butt in his grasp.
“In that case, if it’ll get me another afternoon and night with you like this, I’ll do it as many times as I can.” Yuffie giggled after she finished her declaration, and Sora smiled at her.
“Just what I wanted to hear.” He gave he rump one last light slap, and then stood up on the bed. Yuffie turned around to face him, looking like she already knew what was coming next. She reached down, pulled her panties the rest of the way off and tossed them aside. Her hands went to the clasp of her bra around her back next, and at last she set her girls free. They seemed to breathe as their restraint was removed, pushing out from her chest, nice and firm and just a little under the size of Sora’s hand. Her areola were nice and pink, just like the colour of the garment she’d tossed aside, and the nipples jutting out from them were hardened nubs that quite clearly indicated just how horny she was, if her labias that were shining with vaginal juices hadn’t been clue enough.
Sora stood on the bed, watching excitedly as the newly naked ninja stalked her way towards him on her hands and knees, looking up at him like a girl on the hunt. She straightened and reached for the waistband of his tenting boxers. “Now, now, what have we here?” Yuffie asked rhetorically. “Has someone been getting neglected this whole time? Maybe I should fix that.”
Yuffie gasped in what Sora hoped was delight as she pulled his underwear down, unveiling his full erection for the first time. He couldn’t stop himself from blushing in embarrassment. This was the first time that a girl had seen him, and especially the first time one had seen him with a raging boner. “Ooh, you are a big one,” Yuffie sighed, taking the shaft of Sora’s thick ten-inch member into her hand. He could feel her squeezing him, but he was harder than he could ever remember being, and he felt as though his penis was currently made of iron and could spear through a Heartless as easily as his Keyblade could.
Removing his boxers, Sora made sure that he didn’t move around too much to jeopardize Yuffie’s hold on his cock. However, now that both of them had everything out in the open, with Sora only wearing his silver crown pendant and Yuffie her headband, they appeared to hit a stumbling block on the road to getting laid. Yuffie looked up at Sora and quickly cast her gaze away from his, blushing, and Sora couldn’t meet her eyes either. Neither of them had done this before, even though their bodies were currently saturated with hormones telling them what to do. Lack of practical experience on both sides of the field had suddenly made the situation a little awkward.
“Um, so, would you like me to rub it?” Yuffie asked, opting to look instead at the engorged member in her hold opposed to Sora’s face. “I’m supposed to do that, right?” She started to do so, hoping that he would find it enjoyable. He had been pleasuring her so far, with Yuffie barely doing anything for Sora. It was time she returned the favour. Sora sighed soothingly, easing Yuffie’s worry that she was doing something wrong, and she started to work her hand a little faster. His breath hitched when she introduced her thumb, rubbing it over the slightly sticky and spongy glans that crowned his rod. “Is this good?”
“Y-yeah,” Sora answered. He placed one hand on the back of her head and simply held it there. “Try spitting on it.” Yuffie glanced up at him, her eyes saying, ‘seriously? okay,’ before she leaned a bit closer and spat directly on his dick’s helmet. She started moving the saliva around with her hand, getting his shaft moist all over with her spit, and only looked slightly surprised when her hand started to slide along him easier than before. She was able to beat him off faster, and did that with gusto after adding her second hand. Sora hissed through his teeth, his cock feeling so good and hard in her hands. It was incredible, and Yuffie’s smiling face and naked body kneeling in front of him made it so much better than the half-dozen or so times he’d jerked himself off.
The real thing was so much better than his imagination that he felt like he was going to cum right there. In fact, he was!
“Yuffie!” Sora hissed, the familiar sensation bearing down on him like a tsunami. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him, not slowing down in the slightest, but also not appearing to understand what was about to happen. She did understand, maybe, when a burst of Sora’s sticky semen-filled cum erupted out of his slit in time with her pumping hands like an artillery shell and hit her straight in the cheek. Yuffie’s hands left Sora’s dick in surprise, but he kept cumming, ropes of his seed painting Yuffie’s squinting face white. Somehow her eyes were spared, but cum slid down her forehead from her headband and each side of her nose, ran across her chin and lips, and framed the corners of her eyebrows.
Sora’s hips jerked involuntarily, one last spurt coming out and falling short to hit Yuffie’s chest just above her left breast. He panted, running a hand across his sweating forehead, and looked down at what he’d done. Sora couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Not only had his orgasm felt so, damn, good, but Yuffie’s facialized face as she looked up him with something close to irritation was definitely the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. Her tongue flicked out, taking in the taste of the spunk that coated her lips, and she cleaned house with it.
“Warn me next time before you do that,” Yuffie admonished him. Sora flinched a little.
“I tried,” he apologized. “But I just couldn’t help it. You looked too hot while you were giving me a handjob.”
Yuffie rolled her eyes a little, but the naughty spark had returned to them, and she slid a finger up her chin and brought it to her mouth. She sucked his cum from her finger right in front of him like she was taking in a candy, and pulled it from her mouth with a delicious ‘pop’!
“Warn me next time,” Yuffie repeated, and then giggled, “because I want to take it into my mouth and swallow it all! Mmm...salty.”
Sora shook his head, watching as Yuffie cleaned her face and body of his seed, spooning it all into her mouth with her fingers, and his cock jerked back to attention. Yuffie grinned and snatched it up in her hands again. She shuffled a little closer, and gave the mushroom head, the source of that delicious jizz, a fond kiss. Sora placed his hand on the back of her head again, and applied only a tiny amount of pressure, enough that only a child would be unable to resist it. Yuffie didn’t even need the hint, and started making good use of her mouth.
The Warrior of the Keyblade groaned as Yuffie’s mouth enveloped his thick length, her insides hot and wet and her tongue rough and sensational. It was incredible, and it was taking all of Sora’s will to keep himself from having a second orgasm right then and there. His balls were aching, declaring that they’d had enough of him not getting them relieved of their burden all the time, and fighting him for the right to blow a second load of their pent-up sperm straight into Yuffie’s gullet like she wanted. Sora wanted to let them win that fight, he really did. He wanted to see Yuffie swallowing his cum while still sucking at his cock, but he wanted her to keep doing what she was doing first. She was sucking the head and the first few inches of his length like it was the most succulent candy she’d ever tasted, moaning against the flesh of his penis, tongue massaging the underside.
In the end his balls won out over his mind, and he thrust his hips forward after warning her what was about to happen. The majority of his ten-inch long cock slipped into her throat and he groaned like a beast as his muscles rippled, pumping his seed directly into the ninja’s stomach. Yuffie pulled back while he was in the act and opened her mouth wide, catching half of his load on her tongue after he’d already deposited the other half inside of her. She swallowed, smiled, and sighed before nuzzling the side of his spit-soaked shaft with her tongue and cheek.
“That was awesome, Sora,” Yuffie told him. “But I can’t hold back any longer. I want to feel you inside me.” She kissed the head of his cock again. “Fuck me, Hero.”
Overcome with lust and Yuffie’s words striking his primal instincts with the force of Saïx’s heavy claymore, Sora pushed Yuffie down into the bed. He was filled with desire: desire for Yuffie’s body, desire to hear her calling his name over and over again, desire to feel her climaxing against him, and the desire to please her as much as he could in any way he could. Sora’s was an honourable, kind, and giving heart, and it was embodied in everything that he did, including rutting with girls.
He held himself over her, lining up the head of his cock with Yuffie's virgin pussy, and stopped as she pressed a hand against his chest the moment his bulbous head was pressed up against her folds. He looked into her eyes, and saw a little bit of hesitation in them.
"I'm going to go in," he said softly. "Okay?" Yuffie nodded her head.
"Kiss me when you do it?" she asked. Sora nodded, and closed his eyes and covered her lips with his own in a tender kiss as he slowly thrust his hips forward. Yuffie gasped into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, hugging him tightly as he pushed his massive length into her.
Sora broke the kiss when he was fully inside of her, a thin rope of saliva connecting their lips, and Yuffie looked down at where they were joined. "Y-you're all the way...inside," she murmured, amazed. "I feel so full."
"I'm going to start moving now," Sora announced, and Yuffie nodded her head. Her face was a shifting tapestry of expressions and noises as he moved his hips back and forth, never fully pulling out before thrusting back in most of the way. He was slow at first, both he and Yuffie needing to get comfortable with the experience, but his pace gradually increased.
It felt great, Yuffie's cunt wrapping around his sausage like a tight-fitting glove, squeezing him hard. "Light, Yuffie!" Sora groaned as he thrust into her. "You're so hot and tight!"
"And you're so hard and big!" Yuffie babbled. She moaned in ecstasy as Sora picked up his pace, plunging into her with his thick pussy-pleasuring cock. "Feels...so good...so full." She arched her back and pressed her lips to Sora's again, initiating a passionate kiss. Yuffie squealed into his mouth as their hips slapped together, and Sora moved one of his hands to play with her boobs. His fingers tweaked at a teat, and Yuffie unleashed a lurid moan.
"Yes! Rightthererightthererightthere...ohhhh!"
Yuffie was in heaven as Sora slammed his rod deep into her, packing every inch inside of her love tunnel. His nuts slapped against her stinging ass and she dug her fingers into his shoulders in bliss. There was no possible comparison between her fingers on sleepless nights and the wondrous dick fucking her no-longer virgin flower. She couldn't stop kissing him; couldn't stop telling Sora how good he was making her feel.
Her mind was a haze, drunk on the feeling of sex and the smell of sweat and the taste of cum in the back of her throat. Saliva spilled out of her mouth, dripping onto the bedsheets and soaking into the fabric. Sora kissed Yuffie's neck and shoulders as she moaned and panted in shallow breaths. The heat of his cock pushing into and out of her was too much. It was too good.
"Sora... fuck... I'm gonna... I'm gonna," Yuffie bit her lip and clutched Sora tighter with her arms and legs, pressing her head beside his. "Make me cum! Make me cum! Make-" Yuffie gasped, eyes going wide as Sora removed his hand from her breasts and brought it down to her folds right above where his shaft was embedded inside of her, and began to vigorously rub at the exposed little pearl that was there. Sparks exploded in Yuffie's vision as he rapidly massaged her clit, and Yuffie couldn't take it anymore. "Cummiiiiing!"
Her juices burst out from her vagina as her orgasm struck, getting past the plug that was Sora's mighty member and soaking his groin. He continued to rub at her clit, coaxing more of the fluid out of her, and cupped the back of the ninja's head in order to pull her into another kiss.
"Mmm," Yuffie moaned around his tongue as her orgasm finished.
"You liked that?" Sora asked cheekily. Yuffie nodded wildly.
"That was the most awesome orgasm I've ever had," she declared. "Keep fucking me Sora. I want you to cum inside of me. I love your cock, I love your cum, I love you, Sora, just don't stop making love to me."
Sora locked his lips with her again, and did just as she requested. The mattress bounced as he drove into and out of her with all the speed and strength he could muster, and Yuffie screamed out in ecstasy as he did so. He came hard, blasting her womb with his potent seed, and the ninja moaned loudly as it filled her up.
Sora pulled out, a mixture of their orgasmic juices flowing out of Yuffie's gaping cunt as he did so, and sat back, panting from the exertion. He felt a little tired, but was sure that he'd be ready to go again in a couple of minutes. Yuffie cooed softly, pulling apart her ravaged folds to get a look at the overflow coming out of her. There was a radiant glow on her face, a purely contented expression adorning it. She giggled, leaned forward, and gave Sora another kiss.
“That was amazing, Sora,” she said. "But the fun's not over yet." Yuffie hopped off the bed, stumbling a little, and made her way towards the bathroom door. Sora watched her curiously, one hand on his softening member and gently stroking it. In his head he thought that Yuffie, with her head turned to look at him while flirtatiously swaying her beautiful ass, was practically inviting him to take a shower with her. There was a surprising squeak when she opened the door, though, and Sora’s jaw dropped.
Yuffie pulled Kairi out from where she’d been hiding in the bathroom, watching them. There were tears at the corners of her eyes and her face was red as a cardinal, trying to hide that she’d just had an orgasm. Her voice was a squeak as she meekly said a single word, “Hi.”
To Be Continued...
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