Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme

[kokanshu]

KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME

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Rules:

1. Post a pairing plus a kink.

1a. One request per comment.

1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that

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Dark White (Part Two)

[myrrh_darkwing]

Number VI moaned slightly, back arching into the chair he was tied to as small hands tangled themselves in his hair and soft lips met his own. That small pink tongue flicked inside his mouth, darting around, exploring every inch of the warm cavern. And then Naminé withdrew her mouth from his, lapping at the curve of his jaw instead, making soft appreciative noises as she did so. “You’ll protect me from the nightmares,” she murmured into his chest, moving her head down and taking one of his nipples into her mouth as her hands ghosted along his skin.

He shivered, wishing she would just get on with it already- he was really becoming uncomfortably hard, and her feather-light touches were only making things worse. Still, it was awfully hard to focus, right now. It was awfully hard to find the willpower to do anything more than let Naminé do just whatever she wanted…

Aeleus, what are you doing? S-stop it!

You were the one who wanted to share my bed.

Naminé giggled softly to herself, clapping her hands lightly in a display of delight before running her nails down Number VI’s soft skin. She would not tire of teasing him for a while yet, but he was moaning under even the lightest of caresses and his erect cock was already leaking fluid. He would not last much longer, so the witchling should make the most of what time she had. “You’ll protect me from the dark,” she told him quietly.

She carefully positioned herself, lining his cock up just right with her entrance, then pushing down onto him. Number VI yelped- actually yelped- at the unexpected sensation, at the tight, warm heat. Naminé giggled to herself again, then began to move up and down on top of him, curling her tongue around his nipple and sucking on it as she wrapped her legs around him. His eyes were half-shut with pleasure as she ran her fingers along his chest. “You won’t let me be afraid anymore,” she breathed as he tensed within her.

Stroke them… yes, like that, until they beg for you to let them come, witchling. Make them beg for you, and you’ve won.

She would make Number VI beg, all right, make the haughty Schemer beg her for release. But not now, not tonight- there would be plenty of other nights for plenty of other games.

For now, she would keep things simple, and so she moved up and down again and again, whispering all the while into Number VI’s soft, soft skin. “You won’t let anything hurt me ever again,” she told him, and because he had no other choice, because he could not understand what she was saying in this dreamlike haze, he agreed.

Or at least, he didn’t not agree, and that was much the same to the little memory witchling who rode him. “You won’t ever leave me, will you?” He gasped and writhed under expert caresses, his voice deftly wrested from him by a tiny pink tongue licking at his nipple and large blue eyes staring up at him so cutely.

Aeleus! Don’t leave me alone!

I won’t. Ever. I’ll always be by your side.

A knot of heat tightened in his abdomen, and then a rush of pleasure swept through his body like a tidal wave. Number VI cried out wordlessly as he came deep within the little blonde witchling, who pressed herself up against him again. “You won’t leave me alone?” He shook his head, not comprehending what exactly she asked of him and too shaken by the unexpected orgasm.

Satisfied with the results of tonight’s experiments, Naminé climbed off of him, making a slight disapproving noise as she looked at her white stockings and delicate slippers (both of which were now spattered in Number VI’s come). She pulled her white dress on, smiling sweetly at the other Nobody who was still bound to the chair.

Then Naminé pulled out a piece of paper and a crayon, added one last touch to the drawing of a slate-haired, black-coated man, and watched as Number VI completely fell apart. A surge of twisted memories battered at his mind, then abruptly receded, and he slumped over in the chair, eyes now as blank as his memory of this encounter.

Naminé giggled to herself again, then skipped back to her room, leaving the other Nobody naked and bound to a chair. That would certainly be interesting in the morning…