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Title: Like a giant lesbian marionette
Pairing: Larxene/Naminé, Marluxia/Naminé, Marluxia/Naminé, Marluxia/Naminé/Larxene
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: KH is not mine.
Naminé began drawing the pictures a week after Larxene took her with four fingers instead of three.
Marluxia only knew about the incident because Larxene had gleefully related every intimate detail to him afterwards as Marluxia watered one of his plants.
So when Marluxia picked up one of Naminé's pictures a week later and saw that it was a picture of Larxene fucking Naminé with her fingers, he was only mildly surprised.
As he set the picture down, Marluxia noticed a second drawing. Unlike the first one, in this drawing, Larxene was only kissing Naminé.
As Marluxia studied the picture, he smiled to himself.
"Is this how Larxene kisses you?" he asked the girl.
Naminé's fingers clutched her pencil tighter, but she nodded.
Marluxia leaned down until his lips brushed Naminé's ear and caused her to tremble.
"Her technique always was sloppy," he said.
*
Five minutes later, Marluxia was fucking Naminé with his tongue as she laid on the table in her room. When he caused her to come twice in a row without ever touching the rest of her body, he smiled.
*
"What did you say?"
Marluxia glanced up from the plant he was examining in time to see Larxene swing her first at him. He ducked before it could collide with her first.
"Whatever Axel told you was a lie," said Marluxia smoothly.
"Axel didn't tell me anything," said Larxene venomously. "Naminé, however, told me that you told her that my technique was - what was it - 'sloppy'?"
Marluxia just smiled.
"How dare you criticize my technique!" cried Larxene.
She grabbed the front of Marluxia's cloak and pushed him backwards. They hit the floor with a loud thud. Then she was straddling his chest, pinning his arms down with her knees and kissing him. Marluxia thought he tasted blood from where Larxene bit him lip.
When Larxene finally pulled back, Marluxia just waited. When his calm demeanor caused the self-satisfied smile on Larxene's face to falter, he smiled slowly.
"That's exactly what I meant when I said your technique was sloppy," he explained. "Too much biting. Too little tongue."
That comment caused Larxene to grab Marluxia's cock and squeeze it through the fabric of his black pants. Marluxia groaned softly and closed his eyes. When Marluxia came a short time later, Larxene smirked.
All Marluxia said was, "That wasn't too bad. If you ask nicely, Axel might even let you practice on him."
"You think you're so clever," snapped Larxene. "Well, I bet I can make Naminé come quicker than you."
"People are like plants," Marluxia reminded Larxene. "Speed is unimportant. You need to nurture orgasms, not rip them out of people. Besides, I can make Naminé come in thirty seconds."
"Fine," said Larxene sourly. "I bet I can make Naminé more times than you."
Marluxia sighed. "When will you learn? It's not about quantity. Not that it matters. I doubt you could beat six anyway."
Larxene narrowed her eyes.
"I bet I can give Naminé the best orgasm of her life," she said vindictively.
Marluxia smiled. "You're on."
*
As Marluxia slid his cock into Naminé's ass, he cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them gently. Naminé let out a soft cry and crouched lower on all fours. From a short distance off, Larxene watched silently, waiting for her turn.
Marluxia lifted one of his hands off Naminé's breasts and worked it down the smooth surface of her stomach. When he reached the area between her legs, he rubbed his fingers over the soft flesh covering her entrance. He worked himself up slowly into a steady rhythm--in and out, in and out, in and out--all the while, massaging Naminé's breasts in small circles and rubbing her clit indirectly.
It was only when Naminé began to whimper with increasing regularity that Larxene got impatient of sitting on the sidelines. She shoved Marluxia's hand out of the way and slid beneath Naminé's body, raising her lips to one of Naminé's nipples.
She sucked it slowly, smirking as it hardened in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it teasingly, repeating the circular motions of Marluxia's hands, before she took it in her mouth again and sucked on it harder.
As Naminé gave a startled cry, Larxene doubled her force. When Naminé began whimpering in pain, Marluxia grabbed Larxene's hand and placed it against the warmth between Naminé's legs.
Larxene scowled at Marluxia's interference, but she was pleased that Marluxia had left Naminé's cunt all to her, so she forgot it and shoved a finger into Naminé roughly.
Naminé gasped at the first intrusion, but as Larxene began to speed her fingers up to match Marluxia's rhythm, Naminé moaned softly.
Using her free hand, Larxene fingered Naminé's clit directly while simultaneously fucking her with her first hand. As Naminé approached climax, her arm jerked, smacking Larxene in the face.
Larxene cursed and yelled at Marluxia. "Can't you do anything useful and hold her arms?"
Marluxia obeyed Larxene silently and pinned Naminé's arms together behind her back with one hand. With the other, he touched her breasts lightly.
"Pervert," said Larxene as she quickened the pace of her fingers.
"You should talk," said Marluxia as he easily matched Larxene's increased speed.
But Larxene didn't need to talk. She kissed Naminé instead.
Softly. Slowly. As if Naminé was a flower.
Naminé, who was completely trapped between Larxene and Marluxia's bodies, only melted further beneath Larxene's lips.
Larxene kissed her a little harder, but was careful not to bite her--at least not hard enough to leave a mark. If she bit her girl hard enough to make her bleed, Marluxia would be in a foul mood for at least a week.
So Larxene was careful not to bite too deep or not to kiss too hard.
Instead, she slipped her tongue into the girl's mouth and pretended it was Marluxia she was kissing instead.
Larxene didn't know why she was pretending. She knew she could have Marluxia any time she wanted, just like she was having Naminé now. But she pretended anyway.
When Naminé grew rigid and her muscles contracted and she pulled her head back and she cried pitifully, Larxene's smirk widened.
"I win," she told Marluxia as she pulled her fingers out of Naminé.
"It doesn't count," said Marluxia a few minutes later, after he had come. "You used my technique."
"Fine," snapped Larxene. "I can make her come twice as hard without using your techniques!"
As he watched Larxene begin to fuck Naminé again, Marluxia smiled to himself.
He wondered vaguely if Larxene would ever realize that he goaded her simply to watch her get riled up. He sighed and settled back to watch Larxene make good on her promise.
She really was like a giant lesbian marionette sometimes. Well, until she realized that her technique really wasn't that bad, he might as well enjoy the free show.
It was more interesting than sitting around waiting for his plants to grow, at least.
Pairing: Larxene/Naminé, Marluxia/Naminé, Marluxia/Naminé, Marluxia/Naminé/Larxene
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: KH is not mine.
Naminé began drawing the pictures a week after Larxene took her with four fingers instead of three.
Marluxia only knew about the incident because Larxene had gleefully related every intimate detail to him afterwards as Marluxia watered one of his plants.
So when Marluxia picked up one of Naminé's pictures a week later and saw that it was a picture of Larxene fucking Naminé with her fingers, he was only mildly surprised.
As he set the picture down, Marluxia noticed a second drawing. Unlike the first one, in this drawing, Larxene was only kissing Naminé.
As Marluxia studied the picture, he smiled to himself.
"Is this how Larxene kisses you?" he asked the girl.
Naminé's fingers clutched her pencil tighter, but she nodded.
Marluxia leaned down until his lips brushed Naminé's ear and caused her to tremble.
"Her technique always was sloppy," he said.
*
Five minutes later, Marluxia was fucking Naminé with his tongue as she laid on the table in her room. When he caused her to come twice in a row without ever touching the rest of her body, he smiled.
*
"What did you say?"
Marluxia glanced up from the plant he was examining in time to see Larxene swing her first at him. He ducked before it could collide with her first.
"Whatever Axel told you was a lie," said Marluxia smoothly.
"Axel didn't tell me anything," said Larxene venomously. "Naminé, however, told me that you told her that my technique was - what was it - 'sloppy'?"
Marluxia just smiled.
"How dare you criticize my technique!" cried Larxene.
She grabbed the front of Marluxia's cloak and pushed him backwards. They hit the floor with a loud thud. Then she was straddling his chest, pinning his arms down with her knees and kissing him. Marluxia thought he tasted blood from where Larxene bit him lip.
When Larxene finally pulled back, Marluxia just waited. When his calm demeanor caused the self-satisfied smile on Larxene's face to falter, he smiled slowly.
"That's exactly what I meant when I said your technique was sloppy," he explained. "Too much biting. Too little tongue."
That comment caused Larxene to grab Marluxia's cock and squeeze it through the fabric of his black pants. Marluxia groaned softly and closed his eyes. When Marluxia came a short time later, Larxene smirked.
All Marluxia said was, "That wasn't too bad. If you ask nicely, Axel might even let you practice on him."
"You think you're so clever," snapped Larxene. "Well, I bet I can make Naminé come quicker than you."
"People are like plants," Marluxia reminded Larxene. "Speed is unimportant. You need to nurture orgasms, not rip them out of people. Besides, I can make Naminé come in thirty seconds."
"Fine," said Larxene sourly. "I bet I can make Naminé more times than you."
Marluxia sighed. "When will you learn? It's not about quantity. Not that it matters. I doubt you could beat six anyway."
Larxene narrowed her eyes.
"I bet I can give Naminé the best orgasm of her life," she said vindictively.
Marluxia smiled. "You're on."
*
As Marluxia slid his cock into Naminé's ass, he cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them gently. Naminé let out a soft cry and crouched lower on all fours. From a short distance off, Larxene watched silently, waiting for her turn.
Marluxia lifted one of his hands off Naminé's breasts and worked it down the smooth surface of her stomach. When he reached the area between her legs, he rubbed his fingers over the soft flesh covering her entrance. He worked himself up slowly into a steady rhythm--in and out, in and out, in and out--all the while, massaging Naminé's breasts in small circles and rubbing her clit indirectly.
It was only when Naminé began to whimper with increasing regularity that Larxene got impatient of sitting on the sidelines. She shoved Marluxia's hand out of the way and slid beneath Naminé's body, raising her lips to one of Naminé's nipples.
She sucked it slowly, smirking as it hardened in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it teasingly, repeating the circular motions of Marluxia's hands, before she took it in her mouth again and sucked on it harder.
As Naminé gave a startled cry, Larxene doubled her force. When Naminé began whimpering in pain, Marluxia grabbed Larxene's hand and placed it against the warmth between Naminé's legs.
Larxene scowled at Marluxia's interference, but she was pleased that Marluxia had left Naminé's cunt all to her, so she forgot it and shoved a finger into Naminé roughly.
Naminé gasped at the first intrusion, but as Larxene began to speed her fingers up to match Marluxia's rhythm, Naminé moaned softly.
Using her free hand, Larxene fingered Naminé's clit directly while simultaneously fucking her with her first hand. As Naminé approached climax, her arm jerked, smacking Larxene in the face.
Larxene cursed and yelled at Marluxia. "Can't you do anything useful and hold her arms?"
Marluxia obeyed Larxene silently and pinned Naminé's arms together behind her back with one hand. With the other, he touched her breasts lightly.
"Pervert," said Larxene as she quickened the pace of her fingers.
"You should talk," said Marluxia as he easily matched Larxene's increased speed.
But Larxene didn't need to talk. She kissed Naminé instead.
Softly. Slowly. As if Naminé was a flower.
Naminé, who was completely trapped between Larxene and Marluxia's bodies, only melted further beneath Larxene's lips.
Larxene kissed her a little harder, but was careful not to bite her--at least not hard enough to leave a mark. If she bit her girl hard enough to make her bleed, Marluxia would be in a foul mood for at least a week.
So Larxene was careful not to bite too deep or not to kiss too hard.
Instead, she slipped her tongue into the girl's mouth and pretended it was Marluxia she was kissing instead.
Larxene didn't know why she was pretending. She knew she could have Marluxia any time she wanted, just like she was having Naminé now. But she pretended anyway.
When Naminé grew rigid and her muscles contracted and she pulled her head back and she cried pitifully, Larxene's smirk widened.
"I win," she told Marluxia as she pulled her fingers out of Naminé.
"It doesn't count," said Marluxia a few minutes later, after he had come. "You used my technique."
"Fine," snapped Larxene. "I can make her come twice as hard without using your techniques!"
As he watched Larxene begin to fuck Naminé again, Marluxia smiled to himself.
He wondered vaguely if Larxene would ever realize that he goaded her simply to watch her get riled up. He sighed and settled back to watch Larxene make good on her promise.
She really was like a giant lesbian marionette sometimes. Well, until she realized that her technique really wasn't that bad, he might as well enjoy the free show.
It was more interesting than sitting around waiting for his plants to grow, at least.