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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[anonymous]

"She's attracted by noise," Luxord's voice echoes from the darkness, amused. "I'd tell you to be quiet but I'm afraid it's too late now."

There are more and more tendrils making their way out of the still water now, although judging by the soft glow beneath it there are still many more left. The two holding his ankles in place have pulled themselves tight but the others touch him lightly, curiously as they snake up his legs, past his knees, twisting around his thighs and then-

Zexion jerks when one brushes his entrance. He tightens, reflexively, but what might have helped against a human doesn't help here and the thin probing tendril slides slickly past the ring of muscle into him. It's cold, wet and wriggling inside him and Zexion can't hold back his startled cry.

"Ah-"

Suddenly he feels something slide over his shoulders and realises that there have also been tentacles coming up behind him. His cry is muffled when one of them - the thickest one yet - enters his open mouth.

"I'm not sure she entirely likes noise, though," and Luxord's voice is husky now, but Zexion is distracted from thinking about what the meaning of that might be. A second tentacle is slipping in to join the first, his jaw is straining against them and the slick movement in his mouth is nothing at all like kissing.

He groans, muffled against slippery skin, then again even louder when the serpentine appendage in his ass, as if jealous of his attention on the others, slips in deeper. It's not thick, he thinks, perhaps the diameter of a pencil if he had to guess - but the two tendrils which are still faithfully binding his ankles now shift to pull them apart, spreading him open to make room for more. Most of his weight is on his arms now and Zexion is sure they must be on fire but the pain is remote, all too easy to ignore as he is filled.

When he hears a strangled moan he first thinks it must be his, but the tinkling sound of a zipper and the sound of rough gasps make him remember that there is another person here, and realise that although the soft glow is still too dim for him to see anything by it illuminates Zexion quite well.

Luxord is jerking himself off.

The image of Luxord standing in the darkness, hand grasping his cock as he hungrily watches Zexion be penetrated like this is eclipsed when one of the appendages inside him brushes his prostate. White stars explode behind his eyes, his back arches and he cries out against the tentacles filling his mouth.

The tendril withdraws slightly and Zexion moans at the loss. His cock is hard and aching by now, fluid leaking from its tip but although still more tentacles are rising from the water to snake against him, some going into him, some up against his skin, up his stomach, curling around his nipples or snaking around his arms none of them touch it.

He whines, twisting in his bonds. One of the tentacles has reached his wrists now, sliding beneath his bindings and the rope bursts. He tries to let his hands fall to his cock - Luxord had a good idea after all - but the rope is almost immediately replaced by slick coldness and he finds himself still trapped in the same position as before.

He is completely filled, the creature's limbs writhing inside him, sliding over him but it isn't enough and Luxord's breath is coming faster and faster-

One tentacle slides tightly around his cock at the same time as a second slams against his prostate and Zexion is coming so hard he thinks he might almost die.

He comes back to himself when the creature starts withdrawing. It's shifted him - lying down on the slick stone, no longer strung up against what he can now see was a bar dangling from the low cave ceiling - and he lies still as tendril for tendril easing out of him and slipping back into the water. He can't quite stop himself from moaning at the loss, and when the creature finally eases back into the water he doesn't move, feeling spent and empty.