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Sora's Wild Week	By : CyberXIII Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 29181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Sora and Tifa
- 1
Sora was walking in the streets of Radiant Garden, bored. Xehanort was gone. Org. XIII was gone. Kairi was busy, Riku was out on a training trip with Master Yen Sid….
It felt like he had nothing to do today. Even training didn’t seem to give him the same satisfaction and he didn’t know why.
He felt irritable, furious and frustrated. His pent-up frustrations only grew daily...in more ways than one.
He adjusted his pants slightly, and kept walking, ignoring the slight heat in his face. Worst of all, jerking off no longer did anything for him.   He’d tugged and pulled and pleaded, but his swollen nuts and massive, thick cock refused to cooperate. It’d gotten to the point he was considering calling a certain village bicycle...
Sora kept striding forward, scowling, ready to beat a few training dummies into a wrecked heap. He was so wrapped up in his own irritation that he almost failed to notice someone ranting in an alleyway, loud enough to be it’s own obnoxious quality.
“Heh heh heh...no matter. Even if that little bastard gave me a black eye it doesn’t matter. I’ll still get my revenge on Cloud Strife!”
Sora froze. Turning to face the alleyway, he crept forward. This...filth...had hurt one of his friends?
That wouldn’t stand. Sora’s Keyblade appeared in his hands in a flash of light as he kept tiptoeing forward. Following the noise, he crept forward, into the alley.
Oblivious to his audience, the odious, fat man clenched a hairy fist. He raised the a small object in his pudgy fist, an ugly grin stretching across his gap-toothed mouth. “I’ll get revenge anyway with this. I’ll just pay a visit to that lovely woman of his!”
Sora’s eyes widened. He was going after Tifa too?
Sora kept creeping forward, his usually jovial blue eyes hard and focused. His oversized shoes made hardly any noise as he snuck forward, glaring at the man. He raised the Kingdom Key, gathering a little magic. He didn’t want to kill him, but this man deserved an asskicking.
The bastard kept talking, his fist clenched tight around the sphere. “That’s it, I’ll steal Tifa from him, and I’ll knock her up. That’ll show that creepy-faced little cuck who’s boss---!”
“Hey, asshole!”
The man turned around to see a young boy with a key glaring pure murder at him. “The fuck do you want, kid?”
Sora’s response was succinct. “QUICK BLITZ!”
The would-be rapist got no further as a heavy metal weight slammed into the crown of his head. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious, but alive. Sora dismissed his keyblade, trembling with righteous fury. He hadn’t felt this pissed off since Xemnas nearly crippled Riku…
Something bumped into his shoe. The Keyblade wielder blinked in confusion, and knelt to inspect the object.
It was a small, perfect sphere, a deep crimson in color. It thrummed with power, humming with magic. The rock itself didn’t seem dangerous, just powerful. Sora casually picked the thing up, rolling it between his fingers. The other guy had dropped it when he fell.
“Doesn’t seem all that dangerous, but whatever this is, you shouldn’t have it.”
Casually Sora picked the unconscious bastard up easily, as if lifting a feather, and dropped him in a nearby dumpster.
He thought about simply throwing the stone away, but Tifa needed to know about this first. The man might have had allies. Using his Keyblade to lock the dumpster shut in case the douchebag inside tried to escape, Sora raced off to the 7th Heaven bar. He wasn’t worried---the container wasn’t airtight and there was plenty of “food” in the bin. The man would live until the Hollow Bastion trash committee came to get him.
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Tifa Lockhart sighed as she finished busily wiping down the counter. It was after hours at the bar in Radiant Garden, and she had just finished clearing out the last few customers. A few of the more rowdy drunks wanted to stick around and one had tried to proposition her.
The assembled perverts had scattered like roaches after she hit that last one hard enough to make him swallow his own teeth. Afterwards, they’d given her the respect she deserved and space she desired.
While she was content with her new lodgings, she did miss Cloud. She missed him terribly…but he’d be back. She knew he would be back.
But that didn’t make the long stretch of no sex any more unbearable.
She scrubbed harder, trying to ignore the burning heat between her muscular thighs. Old memories of their intense, powerful lovemaking sessions danced through her mind’s eye: Cloud taking her over the table, in their bed, that one time they’d gotten daring enough to do it in the park, just out of sight…
Tifa swallowed, her cheeks pink. She couldn’t think about such things here! Someone might see her!
Yes, someone might see her, she thought. Someone might see her slide her fingers into her panties, playing with herself yet again. They might even see her playing with her own enormous breasts, the ones she knew everyone talked about when they thought she wasn’t listening. Let them talk, she thought to herself. She was just happy being well-endowed…
“Tifa? You okay over there?”
She actually squeaked in embarrassment. She knew that voice!
Tifa turned about to see the man of her fantasies, standing in the doorway. Odd, she was certain she locked that…but no matter.
Cloud looked great. He stood tall and proud, the little half-smile he reserved for her playing around his handsome features. For some reason, he’d lost his shirt, showing off his toned muscular build, glistening with what appeared to be tanning oil. She licked her lips as she gave him a lewd onceover, before finally making eye contact. She swallowed thickly.
Cloud was giving her that look. The warm, soft gaze he reserved for her whenever he was feeling most affectionate….
She couldn’t wait anymore!
Tifa’s shirt was off before he could react, her tremendous bosom bouncing free. The blinds and windows were all sealed shut—a small material spell of her own design, with a little help from Cid. She could see out, but no one else could see inside.
And after the last few noise complaints, she’d had the building soundproofed. She and Cloud could be as wild and crazy as they pleased and no one would be any the wiser.
Before he could say anything else, Tifa had hurried up to him and kissed him full on the mouth. “Mm…”
His eyes shot open, wide and staring. Her tongue slid into his mouth, meeting his own, their lips mashed together as her own eyes closed. Slowly, his hands fell to her waist, but he didn’t pull her closer as she expected.
She pulled away to look at him again, and felt her heart swell at the rapturous look on his face. It really had been too long if minor things like Cloud finding her jaw-droppingly gorgeous just by taking off her shirt made her feel this way.
Cloud looked a little stricken, but the look in his eyes told her he was not unwilling. He seemed rather surprised by her forward nature tonight. And if the bulge in his pants was any indication, he was just as pent up and lustful as herself! Tifa let her hand cradle the lump in question, stroking it affectionately as she gave him a sunny smile.
“Is all this for me, stud? You shouldn’t have…”
His breath came in shallow pants as he whispered, “Tifa…I…”
Tifa put a finger to his (oddly soft) lips. “Let me get these for you, Cloud…”
She unbuckled his pants, eagerly dropping to her knees in haste. Cloud’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could reply she’d opened them.
The bartender had to lean back sharply as at least ten inches of cock sprung to attention, jutting from his crotch like some forgotten monolith. She blinked in surprise---it seemed thicker than she remembered, longer too, by quite a few inches. Had it really been that long ago?
But no matter… she had this tasty, delicious slab of meat before her, and she wanted it. She opened her mouth, about to swallow at least a few inches, when she felt him put his hands on her shoulders.
“Wait. Did you just call me Cloud?”
Tifa gave him a quizzical look. “Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”
He blinked in confusion, kneeling awkwardly to meet her eyes. “I’m not Cloud. I’m Sora!”
Now she was confused. “What?”
He kept talking. “This guy I saw in a back alley had this weird stone. He was ranting about how he was going to use it to go on this horrible crime spree, starting with what he wanted to do to you! It was horrible! So I knocked him out, tossed him in the dumpster behind the building and took it from him.”
Sora held the glowing stone up. “I don’t know what it does, but I couldn’t let him have it. I thought maybe you might know, but then…um…”
Tifa flushed deeply. “I jumped you like crazy. Oh dear…I’m so sorry, Sora… that is so embarrassing…”
Sora shrugged his shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile. On Cloud’s face, it made her heart flutter. “It’s okay, really. It felt really good, but, um, I couldn’t have you just sleep with me over a lie. It wouldn’t be right.”
Tifa nodded. “Well, thank you for your honesty. Can I see the materia?”
Sora held it out to her. Tifa took it from him, and immediately vanished, replaced with…
“Kairi!?”
Tifa blinked, and stared at him. Cloud’s face had vanished, replaced with Sora’s own boyish good looks.   He was still wearing his shirt, his pants around his ankles, and, to her shock, that cock was still standing straight up…and the size of it had been no illusion. The thing was huge, appearing even larger on Sora’s relatively small frame, drooling pre-cum from the fat head.
She watched him stand up, tall and proud, that soft smile still in place, but she was eye level with the immense shaft pointed at her like a loaded gun.
When she’d taken the Materia his cock jumped noticeably, the drooling slit spitting out a wad of pre-cum, leaving a splotch of slimy liquid on her face. She was almost insulted another girl’s image had caused such a reaction over her own, but she ruthlessly smashed those thoughts back into the back of her mind.
Sora, meanwhile, was mesmerized. This was Kairi, but he could see the small differences between this illusion, and the young woman he knew and loved. It was like the difference between an airbrushed, edited picture and the real deal. All the minor imperfections were gone. Additionally, the image appeared “enhanced”---the lips a little too full, the bustline too big, the legs a little longer…all minor details that you would notice if you cared to look.
Not that most people would bother. The image was so hyper-sexualized and beautiful that he could easily see why no one would bother to inspect it too closely.
Tifa noticed, on a conscious level now, her would-be paramour’s erection seeming to thicken even more and felt her mouth water. It really had been too long, if she was even considering this…
But out loud, she said, “Who’s Kairi?”
Sora flushed. “Well, um…she’s this girl…”
Tifa recognized that look instantly. Teasingly, she said, “A crush, huh?”
Sora averted his eyes, flush deepening. “M-More than that, actually…”
“Someone you want to bang, maybe?”
His head snapped back around. Indignantly, he said, “Much more than that too!”
She giggled at his vehemence. “My my, someone’s in love, I see…”
Tifa kicked off her boots, toeing off her socks as Sora kept staring at her. “What are you doing…?”
The busty bartender wiggled her hips slightly, her thumbs hooked into the waistline of her shorts. “Someone you want to see like this, maybe?”
She slowly pulled the garments off down her long legs, her sultry expression on Kairi’s features making Sora’s throat go dry. She kicked them aside, leaving herself completely naked in front of him.
Absently he realized Tifa had been going commando and his cock grew even harder. “Oh…fuck yes…”
Tifa giggled…and then dispelled the illusion. Sora’s massive hardon twitched as Kairi’s startlingly pretty features were replaced with Tifa’s older, womanly beauty. She struck a pose, leaning back against the bar, legs spread just enough so her hairless twat was on total display.
She took in his gobsmacked expression and preened. While far from underconfident, Tifa always enjoyed a little attention. “How about now?”
Sora took in Tifa’s loveliness, and licked his lips. “You’re gorgeous…when you pose like that I just want you to…”
He trailed off. Tifa simply gave him an encouraging smile.
“You want to what? You have to say it, young man….”
Sora stood resolutely. “I want you on your knees. I want you to suck my cock.”
Tifa licked her lips and did as Sora requested. She got on her knees in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes and gave him a saucy wink.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll give you a little service. It’s on the house.”
She took the fat head of his cock into her mouth, before she held her breasts together around his massive tool. Sucking on the head, she rubbed her own breasts up and down the veiny, thick shaft. She could feel his engorged cockhead rubbing between her tits, leaving a trail of his slimy precum. Tifa could see his tip appearing in her cleavage, and every time she saw it she’d give it a little lick.
“On your face, dammit,” Sora groaned. “I’m going to shoot my cum in your face, all over your face, oh shit, oh fuck, you’re going to wear my cum!”
Tifa couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh, what foul things to say to a woman. Do you know what I do to men who talk to me that way in bed?”
She fastened her lips to Sora’s cockhead, tongue delving into the slit, flicking this way and that as she pressed her breasts together with her hands. Sora’s eyes bugged out.
“Oh shit, Tifa…I’m gonna cum!” His thighs twitched and he half stepped, half stumbled a half step forward, his cock burying itself deeply into her cleavage and mouth as a result.
Hurriedly she started swallowing as the salty, familiar taste of thick jizz filled her mouth. He spurted so fast that she felt her cheeks bulge out before she could swallow faster.   Sora couldn’t help a moan of absolute joy as he rode out his orgasm, able to do little but force his hips forward and slide his prick further into the bliss Tifa had wrapped it in. All while Tifa herself was swallowing all of his cum like a professional.
Panting, he breathed, “Ah… Tifa… that was amazing…”
Tifa pumped him a few more times to get everything out of his shaft. “Talking dirty to me will get you everywhere, Sora. Now, I’ve helped you cum, and you’re still hard as a fucking rock.”
Standing up, she got up on the bar, spreading her legs invitingly. “So I want you to fuck me with that huge cock of yours until I can’t see straight anymore. Do you think you can handle that, little man?”
Sora snorted. “I think I can manage. I dunno, though. Your pussy seems kinda tiny. You sure you could take all of, well, this?”
Sora gave himself a long, vulgar stroke. Tifa felt her lower lips moistening--he had to use both hands to stroke the entirety of his shaft.
“I have one request.”
She held out the Materia to him. Sora wordlessly took it, and in a flash was Cloud once more standing before her. At his inquiring gesture, she replied.
“I want to try it this way next… it seems a shame not to take advantage of this thing.”
Sora thought for a moment, considering what it might be like to screw the illusionary Kairi he saw earlier.
“Why not?”
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Moments later, Tifa found herself seated on her own bar, her long legs wrapped around her younger lover. Sora’s lips met hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he relentlessly pounded her twat. The scent of sex blocked out all others, her ample bosom pushed up against his chest, her ankles locked behind him urging him on. She felt so naughty.
It was Cloud’s face, but it wasn’t him, and she knew it. The cock was thicker, the skin softer, more youthful. The minor things, the way he smiled, the guileless, warm look in his eyes.
And yet, her pussy was being pounded like the unfaithful slut she was….it felt so good…
She couldn’t help but moan his name… but she noticed it wasn’t Cloud’s name she was screaming either.
It was Sora’s.
“Fuck me, Sora! Harder, please! You’re so big, you’re going to fuck my womb! I can’t stand it! Please, more!”
Sora couldn’t keep a smile off his face, kissing Tifa again and again, his hands gripping her wide hips tightly as her pussy squeezed his cock.
“Tifa, you’re so fucking tight…like a fucking vise, I swear--!”
He kissed her again, thrusting into her harder, heavy balls slapping against her ass. He fucked into her harder than she ever remembered a cock going, as if he were trying to penetrate her all the way to her womb. Her eyes slid shut, her arms and legs squeezing him tightly, her breasts pushing against his muscular flat chest. She was tempted to simply let him use her body, to lie back and take it, but instead she tightened her inner muscles, squeezing him inside her. His answering groan of shock and pleasure at the newfound tightness was music to her ears.
“Oh shit, Tifa, you’re even tighter than you were before!”
“I know--AH!---and you’re making me feel so good! This is what I needed, dammit! It’s been too long! Let me have that big cock, Sora!”
She felt him quickening his pace even more, his hands tightening their grip on her hips, not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to make her feel it.
Sora felt her pussy muscles squeezing him with each thrust, as if her twat didn’t want to let him go. It felt like she was trying to milk him for all he was worth, and he felt his next orgasm building.
Tifa meanwhile felt her eyes roll up, her tongue sliding out of her mouth as Sora’s ever quickening pace made her see stars. Her scream of pure joy as she came made Sora grin. Some days, he just loved helping people.
Not long after her climax, he sheathed himself in to the hilt, shuddering before he finally came inside her thoroughly fucked pussy. She felt like he was spurting out gallons of the thick, virile fluid, so much that it spilled out onto the bar counter, running out of her in a torrent of viscous goo.
Sora pulled out of her, briefly sated, his cock falling only to half mast as Tifa leaned back, her legs falling limply to dangle off the counter as her arms held her up.
She struggled to get the words out. “That was… that was… amazing… where did you learn to fuck like that?”
Sora scratched the back of his head sheepishly “Well, I did do some experimenting with Yuffie…”
Tifa couldn’t help but snicker. “Why am I not surprised...you’re her type.”
“She has a type?” He uttered, baffled, Yuffie didn’t seem to have any kind of preference from what he could tell beyond that she liked it hard and fast.
“Yup. Male.” She deadpanned with a lazy smile.
Now it was Sora’s turn to laugh.
After a moment, he said, “You know, we should probably take this upstairs. We’re probably going to get our clothes messed up otherwise...if you still want to do more.”
Tifa hopped down off the counter. “You better believe it.”
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After a brief, handsy shower, in which both lovers spent more time playing with each other rather than truly getting cleaner, they moved back to Tifa’s bedroom.
Sora found himself pushed flat on his back, his hands entwined with Tifa’s own. She’d straddled him, and gleefully bounced herself up and down on his massive erection. Her big tits jiggled and bounced this way and that, quaking in the most delightful fashion. Sora couldn’t keep his eyes off them! All too soon, Sora found himself shooting off inside her cunt yet again, much to her delight.
Tifa pulled off of him, falling to all fours on the bed. Rolling over, she wiggled her ass to and fro in front of him, reaching back to pull those round, soft cheeks apart.
Sora answered the wordless invitation. His cock, still slick with her juices, pushed up against her tiny asshole, “Fuck me in here, Sora,” she drawled. “Use me. I know I saw you staring at it earlier. Fuck me in the ass with your huge fucking cock!”
From his hesitance, she thought Sora wanted to go slow. And indeed, at first, he slowly buried himself inside her, pushing past the tight ring of muscle into the second opening….unable to keep a grin off his face as he sodomized Cloud’s girlfriend. That Sonic Blade spamming fuck...
“Oh fuck me!” Tifa cried as the full length of his cock bottomed out inside her. She felt more degraded than she had when he was fucking her with Cloud’s face. This was something she’d never dare do with Cloud, he found the idea distasteful and wouldn’t hear of it… but here she was, on all fours, being taken like a bitch in heat.
Sora pulled back until the crown of his cockhead was caressing the ring of muscle inside rear, and she moved her hips back too, retaking his cock, opening her asshole even more. She felt the ache, but it was a good ache. Her hands fell to her clit, rubbing it as he started to push in and out of her ass, her ass shaking like twin mountains of jello with each impact.
He slapped her on the ass, making her gasp. Her eyes were wide and staring, as if in a trance, her mind a thousand yards away as her body was ruthlessly taking by this young stud. Her back arched, pushing her ass further back to the base of his enormous cock.
She was so close, so very close…
Finally she came with a vengeance, her pussy actually squirting out all over the bed. Their mixed juices created one hell of a mess beneath their joined sexes. The spray was accompanied a few seconds later by thick globs of cum as Sora blasted her insides with another copious load of his thick cum.
Far from tired, her young lover, without pulling out of her, repositioned his feet in front of her knees, climbing atop her ass to truly mount her. She didn’t think it could get any better, but then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, a uncharacteristically dominant growl as her head was pulled backwards roughly and her asshole was stretched wide.
Sora, balls deep in her ass, did little but grind every inch of his massive cock deep within her.
Playing the part of the needy, wanton slut, and utterly loving it, Tifa got the hint quickly. Unfortunately, she’d just landed from her latest orgasm and was quite weak, so all she could do was whimper and gasp a silent “Please…” instead of any sort of erotic dirty talk.
Sora, a pleased smirk on his face, an expression that actually made him look far more natural in his current Cloud disguise, pulled up until just the head was inside her ass before dropping back down hard.
Tifa exhaled hard as her hands and knees sank into the bed, only for the spring to send her right back up… just in time to meet the brutal downward thrust of Sora, sending 10 solid inches of cock right back into her.
She released a keening wail, rising in volume as Sora built up a rapid, vicious pace that was quickly reddening her plump ass, using the bed’s springs to his absolute advantage. The coils of metal groaned and squeaked, but continued to admirably do their job.
Tifa was seeing stars and her throat was growing hoarse, but Sora didn’t let up. He did seem to grow tired of her orgasmic wailing though, as the hand gripping her hair slammed her head down into the pillows, muffling her voice.
The buxom bartender could only whimper and plaster the bed with more of her fluids as the new angle only helped him sodomize her harder.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, only that when Sora finally stopped dominating her body and let up her legs were completely numb and she could feel his virile goo sloshing inside of belly.
Sora backed up, standing at the foot of the bed as she collapsed onto her side, gasping for air and trying to stop the quakes that ravaged her body from the aftershocks of experience she’d just had.
‘Cloud’s’ form sudden disappeared as Sora tossed the Materia on the bed beside her.
“Grab it.” He commanded.
Tifa, brain thoroughly turned to mush, did as he ordered and grabbed the Materia, her form instantly shifting into the sexualized version of Kairi.
The effect on Sora was immediate. Any traces of softness disappeared from his erection, the entire length growing angry veins as he actually grew even harder than before. The looked utterly monstrous, a sight that would have driven most women to cower and flee.
Tifa did the exact opposite, splaying her legs wide as she rolled all the way onto her back and beckoned him towards her, eyes alight with supreme lust and an almost fanatical look of adoration. “Come on Sora. I know how long you’ve wanted me...take me. Use my pussy. Fuck me until I can’t see straight!”
The filthy words coming from Kairi’s mouth made Sora’s blood boil.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He all but threw himself at her. His lips mashed against hers hungrily, trying to communicate years of longing for the real Kairi in one kiss. ‘Kairi’ returned the kiss with equal fervor. Her arms slid around the back of his neck, her hands cradling the back of his head as she pushed herself against him.
“Mmmm...more, Sora, more! Use me!”
Sora reluctantly broke away from her soft lips. His hard cock brushed against her slick entrance, and he took it in hand, lining himself up with her lower lips. He pushed himself in, sheathing himself entirely in one huge thrust. She felt every inch of his thick, throbbing cock penetrate her almost all at once, making her eyes bug out with shock.
It felt even larger than before! His hands grabbed each of her legs, throwing them over his shoulders, leaving her helpless beneath him.
“Kairi...I needed this...I wanted you for so long, and now you’re mine! All mine! Your pussy is mine, dammit!”
Tifa felt him hold her legs in a powerful grip, his cock driving nearly into her womb with each thrust. Her hands found her breasts, rubbing and tweaking the nipples, ‘Kairi’s’ pretty face screwed up in a whorish moan.
“I’m yours, Sora! I’m your whore, your cumdump! Fuck my pussy like it’s your personal cocksleeve!”
The brunette was driven to even greater frenzy by ‘Kairi’s’ foul talk, grunting like a beast as he pounded her. Releasing her legs, he held them open, one in each hand, and squeezed nearly tight enough to bruise as he thrust his hips forward. ‘Kairi’ couldn’t focus enough to keep fondling herself, and no longer needed to as she dug her fingers into the bed below her. Her eyes slid shut, her mouth falling open in one long drawn out moan as Sora attempted to fuck her brains out.
Finally he drove himself in with one thrust harder than any other. Muscular buttocks flexed as if he were trying to push every drop of cum out of his balls. So much cum erupted out of his cock that it flowed out of Tifa’s much abused box in torrents, gushing out all over the bed below her.
He pulled out. His eyes still smoldering, he casually flipped her over onto her stomach, raising her hips up just long enough to slide a pillow under her stomach.
Then he grabbed her meaty hips with both hands. Spreading her soft, jiggling buttocks, he spied his target, letting his tongue slide out and over his lips. Without any more warning, he shoved his still hard cock up her ass. Slick with her juices, it slid in with only minor resistance. The effect was immediate. ‘Kairi’s’ blue eyes shot open to the size of dinner plates as more and more of the thick cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle into her buttocks.
“MY ASS! OH LIGHT, MY ASS!”
‘Kairi’ squealed, and moaned, and wailed, but Sora was relentless. He could see her pussy actually squirting out her feminine cum, and didn’t let up as he drilled her soft, cushy ass.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this, you sexy bitch. I’ve always seen you strutting around in those miniskirts and booty shorts, always teasing me with what I couldn’t have. Well now I’m taking it for myself!”
Tifa gaped. Where had this lusty brute come from? And why was she running so hot? Her next thought was completely derailed as Sora redoubled his pace. All too soon, he climaxed yet again, gallons of hot, thick cum gushing out into her violated asshole.
She collapsed onto the bed, panting, but Sora simply chuckled and said, “We’re not done yet, Kairi. I have a few more ideas for my new cumrag...”
Sora fucked her for what felt like an eternity. He was like a machine, relentless, tireless, and not letting up no matter what she did. He owned her, now, some small corner of her soul where even Cloud hadn’t touched. He owned her, and they both knew it, and damn if she didn’t find some pleasure in that.
Tifa lost count of her orgasms, the number of times he repositioned her. But the dirty, nasty things he did to ‘Kairi’ would forever be etched in her memory. Years from now, even when she was sleeping with Cloud, she’d remember what Sora did to her tonight and shudder.
Sora awoke, feeling oddly, sated. He couldn’t keep a silly grin off his features as he slowly rolled out of the bed. Tifa likewise appeared much more relaxed than she did barely a few hours ago.
“That was fun, Sora...but you should leave.”
Sora turned to give her an inquisitive look.
Tifa looked a little guilty. “If you stay, and Cloud finds you here, he might get the wrong idea. You understand?”
Sora nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
And then he kissed her full on the mouth anyway. “But even if this was a one-time thing it was the most fun I ever had.”
Tifa couldn’t help but laugh as he kissed her again and again. “Oh you flatterer… you know, you should go confess to that sweetheart of yours. Kairi, right?”
Sora blinked. “You really think I should? You don’t think she’d turn me down?”
“Sora, after last night, I doubt any woman would ever turn you down without an ironclad reason why. And if they would they don’t deserve you.”
She kissed him on the forehead. “Now go ahead. Use some of that courage you used to fight Organization XIII and Sephiroth.”
Sora quickly gathered his clothes, and slipped out the back door. Tifa watched him go, smiling fondly.
“He’s going to eat her alive…”
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