Memories of Destiny Islands

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Kairi smiled again, remembering as she walked. She had barely had the patience to row back, and had run all the way home once she had. She had spent all evening lying on her bed, going over everything in her mind, again and again, reliving it and just thinking about it. Her smile curled into a small grin. As well as reliving it in a more physical sense once or twice. Her thoughts had been at war though, between what she wanted, and whether or not she was actually ready to go through with it. All things considered, she was surprised that she hadn’t felt more nervous than she had been as she waited in their secret place the next afternoon. She had gone expecting to find Sora there, waiting, but had arrived first, and then spent the time wandering in circles around the small cave, looking at the drawings and trying not to think.

She heard movement in the tunnel and her heart leapt into a frenzy. Quickly she moved to stand with her back to the entrance, facing the door, and ran hands over her clothes quickly. It was just her uniform again, but she still wanted to look decent. Swallowing, she tried to breathe slowly, shoving away last minute anxiety and feeling hot and cold all at once. It felt like she waited for an eternity, ears straining. He must be standing, just as she had, hiding in the entryway, watching. Come on, do something, say something. She waited, trying to look relaxed, like she didn’t know he was there, until her ears picked out a movement of feet. A moment later she could feel his presence close behind her. Her eyes close and she held her breath. His hands brushed over her shoulders, large hands, but soft, gentle.
“Kairi…” She let out a long sigh and turned around, into his arms, snaking her own quickly around his waist to prevent his surprised jump backwards.
“Mmm, Sora. You came.” It took a few moments of her nestling against his shoulder before his hands rose to embrace her lightly.
“Uh, of course… You said-”
“Well it was just I was worried that… because of yesterday, and the way I… and I wasn’t, I didn’t… I was worried you wouldn’t want…” She felt her cheeks flushing, embarrassed as the words she’d planned tripped over each other and fell away. She bit her lip. “me…?” Glancing up she felt Sora lean back enough to look at her face.
“Kairi,” She watched his eyes back, trying not to seem as tense as she felt. Her throat felt dry as she waited for his lips to move. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her nerves and felt his arms tighten about her, then his lips were pressed against hers, soft and gentle. Her body relaxed into his as relief began to push out the worry. She still hadn’t opened her eyes again as he continued. “I do, but, are you sure? Have you thought about it?” At that she couldn’t help smiling.
“I’ve probably thought about it more than you would imagine. Sora, I was thinking about this years ago. Do you remember, back when we were building that raft? I was thinking about it then. Of course I would never have done anything about it then, even if you had said yes, but I was thinking about…” She turned her head and ran her hands over his back, underneath the jacket. “You know… how I wanted it to be, what I wanted it to be like, and…” She took a deep breath, watching his eyes again. “I think…” One more kiss; she was so nervous. As she broke away this time, she brushed her lips over his ear. “This is what I want.” Her voice barely managed a whisper, but to emphasise she slid her hands around to his front, then over his shoulders, pushing the jacket off and down his arms as far as it would go. Sora’s hands, rubbing softly over her back, came away briefly to shake off the jacket, but returned to war slowly, almost teasingly, at her tie, and the buttons of her shirt. He caught her up in another long, drawn out kiss as one hand pulled the tie free and joined his other with the buttons. She caught his lower lip with a warm sigh, murmuring his name as she released it. Her hands dropped low again, running fingers over his chest and down, until they found the hem of his shirt. Ducking under they began to slip back up, exploring across his skin, even as she felt her last button fall open. She could feel the rows of solid, hard strength as she worked her hands across his middle to his chest. He wasn’t visibly built; she’d seen him swimming before, but she guessed it made sense that he’d be toned and strong, after all he’d been through. She bit her lip, moaning softly as she ran her hands over him, eyes shut, then inhaled sharply, her fingers clenching against him, as she felt his hands slip inside her open shirt, caressing the fabric of her bra. His hands moved, trailing fingers over the tops of her breasts, then gently slipping her shirt back from her shoulders. Now it was her turn to draw back her hands, freeing them so she could let the shirt slip to the ground. As she did, Sora pulled his t-shirt over his head, and she watched letting out a hot breath as what she had been feeling moments ago came into view. She raised her hands to him again, letting her fingers course over his chest, and kissed him again the moment his lips were free. Her body tingled with a need she wanted to fulfil, but was still trying to prepare herself for mentally.

With a heavy breath she pressed in closer to him, her arms sliding down his sides to nestle fingers in the small of his back. As her breasts pressed up against him, she heard Sora moan, and turned her head to bite softly at his neck. A raging heat raced through her cheeks as she felt the hot bulge in his groin press against her. His hands came down, brushing over her hair and then her shoulder, playing along the straps of her bra.
“Mmm… Sora…” She half-moaned into his neck, nodding at his unspoken question. His fingers continued to play, however, trailing delicately over every inch of the lacy white garment. She realised he was searching for an easy way to remove it, while trying not to appear as though he was fumbling. She smiled and kissed his neck, then quickly slipped her arms free.
“Here,” She reached up behind her back and quickly undid the catches. A part of her was still embarrassed that she barely needed to wear one, but the thought was only fleeting as Sora’s hands crept around to cover hers. He whispered a quiet thankyou in her ear as he took the clasps from her hands and slid the straps from her shoulders. He stepped back, his hands caressing her shoulders, and then down the slender lengths of her arms as he uncovered her modesty. She blushed brightly as she felt cool air tickle across her exposed breasts. Sora’s gaze was on her; she could almost feel those amazing eyes drinking in every inch of her body. She averted her eyes, looking down, to the side, her hands clasping each other nervously at her waist. They were too slight to be appealing; he was going to be Sora, and say the first thing that came into his head, tell her how small they were and ruin everything, she knew it.
“Kairi… You’re so beautiful.” She looked up at him, slightly shocked, eyes wide. His cheeks were flushed too, and he was breathing heavily. His hands hung, not quite at his sides yet. His face seemed almost as awestruck as she felt.
“Oh, Sora… thankyou” She wasn’t even sure if he heard, whispered as it was, as she stepped forward into his arms again, hugging him tight against her. She could smell sweat on his skin and she inhaled deeply, shuddering. Raising her face, she found his lips again, kissing fervently, and found him kissing back with just as much passion. The feeling of his fingers stroking around the sides of her breasts made her start, and he quickly took the opportunity to let his lips wander, first along her jaw, then down across her neck. She let out a long hot sigh, letting her head fall to the side for him as her hands caressed his back, but he didn’t stop there. She bit her lip as his kisses descended to her collarbone, then lower across the top of her chest. His fingers dragged lines down her back as he worked lower still, and she gasped, eyes squeezed shut. The sensation was like nothing she’d felt before as his lips, and then his tongue played over the soft, pale skin of her breasts. She gasped again.
“Ahh… Oh Light, Sora!” Her hands had become claws, clutching tightly to him. She grit her teeth, moaning and clamped her legs together tightly as his tongue caressed first one nipple, then the other. Panting, she found her hands reaching lower, slipping fingers under the hem of his pants at the back, and sliding around to fumble at the front. Apparently all the belts were just for show; she pulled the single tie at the front, and the weight of them let the pants slip to the ground around his feet. This time, Sora froze for a moment, and she looked down to see his cheeks flushed with more than just passion. Looking further, her eyebrows jumped up of their own accord. Apparently the outfit really was all he needed. Her eyes fixed for a moment more on his groin, and the length now standing out to command her attention. She felt her throat dry again, and swallowed. Sora stood straight, stepping backwards. He pulled out of his shoes rather than struggle to untangle them from the pants. Meeting her eye, he shrugged grinning. His blushing cheeks only emphasised the beautiful colour of his eyes. She smiled back, though her eyes kept drifting over his bare form. Just looking at his… equipment… made her groin tingle. She stopped herself as one hand tried to drift between her legs. She was already feeling out of breath, her skin hot. Turning her back, she tried to steady herself as nerves returned. One deep breath, then another. She kicked out of her boots as she stepped back to the middle of the cave. He didn’t move with her right away, and she murmured a spur over her shoulder.
“Sora… I want you.” She let out the breath with a shudder. “Now.” The latter came out more steadily. He seemed to need so much encouragement; did he really want her at all? She shooed the thought away just as his hands slipped over her shoulders and turned her around.
“Ok” And then he was kissing her again, slow and tender, but deep and passionate. It consumed her, the brush of his tongue against hers, the taste of his lips. She could feel… him… pressing against her skirt and her hips yearned to answer back. Her knees buckled as she leaned into the kiss, but this time he gave with her, lowering her softly to the ground. As she came to rest, supporting herself on her forearms, palms flat to the ground, she looked up at him over her knees. Her mind was quickly emptying of all thought. This was it; it was really happening.

Sora’s smile was reassuring, despite his hot breaths and flushed skin, and the desire reaching out of his eyes to her. Her face must be awash with the apprehension and nervousness she still felt. His hands brushed gently from the tops of her knees, down the outsides of her thighs and under her skirt, until she felt fingers taking hold of the sides of her underwear. Their eyes remained watching each other as she raised her hips and he pulled them down. She lifted her feet for him to pull them of, but hunched her shoulders slightly as the garment came into view. Her skin was already as pink as it was going to get, she knew she couldn’t blush any more, but she still felt like it. She had already made quite a mess of the undergarment, but Sora set them aside, pretending not to notice. Instead, he moved to kneel beside her, leaning down to kiss her again, and found the catch on her skirt with one hand, letting it fall open either side of her. As he pulled away again, she tried to calm her face, and not look as frightened and nervous as she was sure she did. He was kneeling in front of her, his hands resting once again on her knees. His eyes were locked on hers, and she saw him take a deep breath. She was ready for the slight pressure of his hands, and went with it, letting him slowly press her legs apart, until she lay completely exposed before him. She felt his eyes travel down her body, to rest on the small, neat triangle of thin hair at her groin. His face was overwhelmed with joy and love, and a hungry desire, but she could see in his eyes the same worry and fear that attempted to get the better of her. He was smiling though, as his hands stroked up the insides of her thighs, making her draw a breath. They stopped before reaching her groin, sliding further onto the ground either side of her as he began to crawl up the length of her body. She could feel her groin burning with anticipation, and to her dismay, beginning to leak onto her skirt. Sora left a trail of kisses up her middle, pausing to stroke and caress her breasts with his face. She let herself lie back properly just as he began to mix licks and kisses back in, lighting fires over the sensitive skin with each touch. She found herself gasping again, her fingers tensing where they rested on the dirt.
“Mmmmm… Sorrrraaa…ah…hahhh…” She moaned at his attentions, resisting the desire to squirm.
It only lasted a moment longer, however, as he moved on, coming face to face, poised above her now. As their eyes met, she went still, holding her breath. She could feel him, not far from her heat, just barely brushing against the soft hair, grown decidedly damp. His breath brushed across her cheeks in hot pants. She could feel emotion welling up in her breast, but words seemed to elude her. He leaned in to kiss her once more, and moved forward with his hips, but he tilted them just so, and she felt his length sliding against her instead. She gasped as his head passed over and back against her most sensitive spot. He moved against her again, softly, and again, forming a gentle rhythm. She raised her hands to caress his back, in between soft moans. His hardness throbbed against her as it moved in between her folds, quickly becoming slicked with her arousal. She held onto his kiss fervently, savouring the taste, but before long he broke away to look at her properly. There was more worry than before in his eyes now, even as desire and need overtook the rest of his features completely.

“Kairi… I-I don’t want to hurt you… Are you ready?” She wanted to answer, but only managed a quick nod. She had looked at herself before, with a mirror, she knew what hers was like, and she knew this was going to hurt, no matter how gentle he was, but that didn’t matter now. As she looked up at him she could feel his manhood sliding down and back across her heated flesh, until his tip came to rest at her entrance, poised and throbbing. Her body screamed for him, so close. Her mind was blank, save for the one remaining thought; this was really it. She hugged him tighter, and felt him take a breath. Then slowly he began to press against her. Her own breathing was fast and shallow as she felt him begin to enter her, wet lips parting as his head sank slowly into her virgin passage. Then resistance, the gentle progress stopped. She found his eyes again, still caring and concerned, and nodded to him again. She watched him as he pressed against her again, then winced at the sensation. He stopped the moment he saw her reaction.
“It’s ok,” she managed to whisper, then hugged him close, her head over his shoulder so he couldn’t see her face. “Please… do it.” She stroked the back of his hair with one hand, then let the other drift down to hold his rear, adding some encouraging pressure. He began to move again, circling his hips slowly, pressing against her virginity with gradually increasing pressure. She clenched her teeth as each cycle sent a jolt of discomfort through her, her fingers tangling in his hair and gripping his rear. She exclaimed as one motion stung more than the others, and clutched him tightly. The emotions building up inside her overflowed and she felt tears spilling down her cheeks as his gentle motions gradually moved deeper and deeper inside her. And then it was done. Sora’s motions came to a halt as he rested, pubic hair brushing against hers, buried to the hilt inside her. It felt… stretched, but not uncomfortably so. She tried to ignore the soreness. Lying back she looked up into his eyes again. Fear and shock raced across his face in a panic as he saw her tears, and he tried to open his mouth, but she pressed a finger to his lips, smiling.
“Thankyou, Sora…” she murmured, then reached up to kiss him again. It was a moment before he kissed back, but he made up for it with passion. Her hands roamed over his back and rear, squeezing occasionally and she raised her knees either side of him, putting both her feet flat on the ground again. She enjoyed his taste for another few moments, and Sora seemed pleased to do the same, but before long her body began to demand more and she began to press her hips up against him, craving more sensation. Sora responded, beginning to move with long, slow strokes, sliding out and in again rhythmically. He groaned with pleasure, dragging out her name with a long breath, and she found herself breathing vocally with each motion. Bit by bit, the soreness began to recede, until all that was left was the sensation of his hardness moving inside her. Her hips moved in time against him, deepening the motion as the soft caresses on his back grew into more insistent coursing.
“Uhh… Sora… faster…hahh” She moaned, her fingers drawing tracks down his back to grip his rear, guiding him to the tempo her body demanded. It was truly like nothing she’d felt before; nothing even came close. Sora was panting, moaning with each breath. She could feel a tremble in his arms, but he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were fixed on her, needy, desperate, and overflowing with a loving affection that made her shiver. He kissed her, but quickly moved to her neck where he bit passionately. She cried out, the sensation far more erotic and arousing than last time. She raised her legs, then locked them over the small of his back, guiding him as much with her leg muscles as with her hips as the humming sensation in her groin grew. Her fingers dug into him as they clutched, making him gasp against her neck. She could feel her climax beginning to build, but it was different, deeper, bigger than any she’d had before. The tempo of their love-making was increasing, faster and harder. She felt her body shake with each thrust now, gasping with every breath. It was building, closer, she bit her lip as Sora’s pace grew fervent. His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth bared, she could hear his exclamations mixed in with her own. Her body trembled, teetering on the brink, a tiny figure holding back a tidal wave of pleasure. Every muscle in her body grew tense, holding tight to him with every muscle that could. She heard Sora cry out, but it was drowned in her own impassioned cry as her climax swept over her, releasing waves of pleasure through her body. She bucked up against him as Sora continued to thrust into her, his rhythm faltering. She could feel a more physical warmth spreading into her as his cries began to subside, and a small ribbon of fear shot through her ecstasy. She shoved it away, enjoying the waves of pleasure still rushing through her. Struggling to catch her breath, she pulled him down into a closer hug, his arms giving out so that he lay properly atop her. She continued to work her hips against him, savouring the gradually fading sensation and murmured her love in his ear.

They held each other like that while they both caught their breaths. Sora seemed utterly spent and she kissed at him softly, a little playful. After a moment she felt him slide out of her, soft again. It was accompanied by a disconcertingly odd sensation of… she made a face… stuff… squishing out as well. Sora pushed himself back up to his knees, and Kairi followed, sitting up with him. She wrapped her arms around her knees, blushing as she continued to make a mess on her skirt. Looking at Sora, her eyes were drawn to his groin. His penis was marked with quickly drying blood; her blood. She got the strangest urge to poke the thing, but resisted, grinning up at him instead. Sora didn’t seem so pleased. He looked more afraid and upset than he had yet.
“Kairi… I’m sorry, I couldn’t… your legs, and…” She shook her head, still smiling.
“It’s ok, Sora. It was good. Thankyou.” He didn’t seem reassured, however.
“But I… I mean, what about, you know… babies? Aren’t you worried?” Yes. The thought terrified her, but as she looked at those big, blue eyes, so helpless and worried, she didn’t let it show. Instead she grinned and rolled her eyes, feigning amusement.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Mum swears by the morning after pill, I’ll be ok.” Well, that much was true at any rate. She put her worries aside. Casting about, she crawled over to grab Sora’s pants from where they had fallen, and proceeded to start cleaning herself up.
“Hey!” Sora’s protests didn’t go any further than that, though, as he watched everything she wiped up mysteriously disappear. When she was done she crawled back to her skirt, which she found was marked with blood as well, somehow… had she really bled that much? …and gave it the same treatment. Sure enough, it came mostly clean. She giggled.
“I bet the godmothers never envisioned your clothes being used like this.” She crawled back to Sora and wrapped her arms around his middle, then let herself fall, dragging him to the ground. She smiled at his small cry, wrapping her legs around one of his, and rested her head on his chest, relaxing into him with a sigh. Sora relaxed after a moment too, putting hands behind his head against a large rock and raising his other knee, adopting what she had come to think of as his pornstar pose. Even more so now that he was naked, though the socks did spoil it a bit.
“If they envisioned this, then all three of them are a whole lot less innocent and proper than they let on.” She nodded against his chest, inhaling the scent of his perspiration.
“Mmmmm…” She snuggled a little closer against him as she felt his hand on her shoulder, sliding down to brush across her breast and waist, coming to rest on her hip. “Yeah…” She traced a lazy circle around one of his nipples. “Sora?”
“Mmm?” His eyes were lidded.
“Thanks for not making any keyhole jokes…”

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