Victorix

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Victorix

When Sora came to, he couldn't tell by sight alone, nor from the lingering pain from an injury on the battlefield that was usually responsible for his being KO'd. Sound failed him as well, as in the pitch darkness every little shuffle felt like it should be his imagination, and the lack of cloth brushing against his eyelids confirmed that his captor was not up to her usual tricks, although that did not rule out the possibility of unusual tricks he supposed.

No, the clue to his consciousness lay in the dormant senses of the body, the ones that lay beyond his control. Thirst, for his mouth felt dry as if washed out with a mouthful of Destiny Island sand, and his parched tongue licked lips that were even more devoid of moisture. Appetite, for his captor had him trained well, and she must have had a hand-- or something else-- in this little scheme, and if she was responsible for his current condition -- confused and naked on a surface too soft for traditional interrogation--then his body could only know that this would end how their interrogations usually did.

"You're awake." His captor's voice was soft and gentle, as it always was when her victory was close at hand. Never one to gloat openly, there was still a bit of well-concealed pride in the way she spoke. Oh yes, she had to remind him everyday that he was hers, that she had won him before, and she would continue to win him.

"Water..." Sora choked, wiggling his fingers as if they could reach for a pitcher of water while his hands were skillfully bound.

"Water?" his captor asked casually, her hands running down his face and sides, sometimes lingering over certain sensitive areas. "Is that all you can think of at a time like this? That's not all you want, is it?"

Oh hell no. Under interrogation, he'd burst and break. For all that he was a Keyblade master, with a one-of-a-kind strength in his heart, mind, and body, his captor was the only one to know of his weaknesses."Wa... water..." he choked.

Skilled fingers, bare for once instead of meticulously gloved, passed over his lips only to be replaced a moment later by the lips of his captor. Against her force, he pushed back. She persisted though, her tongue running along his lips, giving him a taste of much needed moisture. His mouth, she carefully tended until Sora forgot about thirst and remembered more clearly his appetite.

Still, with the sound of water being poured, his heart skipped a few dozen beats or so. "Oh very well, you may have some water." Although it was still dark as a shadow's skin inside this interrogation room of hers, she seemed to have her own personal source of light. No sound of water spilling and sloshing, no bumping of anything. And when she tipped the cup to his lips with one hand, her other explored his body so deliberately that he couldn't imagine her blind in this setting.

Water trickled down his throat, and with one hunger satisfied, his mind could wander, continually flaring up his other hunger. He imagined how this scene might look, if it had been illuminated. Of course he was naked, helpless to do anything but swallow water and provide her with the information she wanted, but was she? Those bare hands that touched him earlier hinted that she might be. A lack of gloves was always a better sign of nakedness elsewhere than a pair of gloves. So he imagined her naked, and moving her ... erm... feminine assets... in a way specifically garnered to bring about his interest in the matters of interrogation.

"Well, wasn't that a pleasant diversion?" The captor sneered, settling herself in for another round of questioning. He could smell her as her core lingered over his mouth, vanilla and cinnamon and woman, a gentle scent for such an imposing figure, and one that brought him to a friendlier time and fooling around with a special friend in a little playhouse.

"Very pleasant." Sora's murmur was quickly followed by a slap to his side and his own startled yell, more from the unexpectedness of the blow than the severity.
"I believe your mouth has better things to do besides speak." Better things to do? Well, with the most intimate parts of a beautiful woman over his mouth, Sora could easily imagine what his captor spoke of. Gods, she was so close to him, just a flick of his tongue and he'd be drinking in part of her, as she lowered herself over his face. Helpless to resist the temptation, Sora did indeed flick her tongue over her, delighting in the small victory she was allowing him as quiet sighs escaped from her mouth.

Her moans rang through the darkness, although she lifted herself away from him just as he was really getting into tending to her. When she spoke again, her voice was clear and brisk, letting him know that the gentle treatment and tender care was over, and time for the real trial was coming.

"So, keyblade master, shall we continue from where we were last night?"

He nodded, until he realized that she probably couldn't see him in the dark, whatever her confident movements might tell him, so words would have to suffice. "Umm... yes... ma'am." What did he call his captor? Ma'am? Mistress? Lover? He usually avoided calling her anything, although in the moments where he was straining so close to orgasm another name escaped his mouth. The impossible name, for she would never be his mysterious captor.

Through the skin of his chest, the warmth of her palms lying flat against it seemed to meld with his heart, making his pulse race as it jumped up trying to break through and leap into her hands. One arm casually reached out and freed one of his hands from the cuffs that kept him immobile. Immediately, hungrily, it moved through the silky texture of her hair and down her bare back, finally resting on her hip.

"Don't abuse that," his captor warned him, "I'm still armed." To demonstrate, she pressed something against his side, probably a riding crop, and when his hand moved up a little to get a handful of breast, she made good on her threat and hit him lightly. "Behave." she ordered. "Now... where were we? Ahh yes... the questions."

Fingers running along his sides distracted him, forcing Sora's guard down just a bit, as she asked her questions. "When I fuck you," she started, "do you ever imagine that I'm someone in particular?"

Oh god, was there a right answer? Playing dumb perhaps, if Sora played the game right. "Umm... Imagine?" He wasn't going to admit about Kairi if this mystery woman didn't know.

Another light swat reminded him that she did indeed know. "I think you know what I mean," her free hand tracing little circles around each of his nipples. "I hear you call her name every time you come. It's been how many years since you last touched her, three? four?"

Sora startled out of his little trance at that, not that his captor noticed what he did at the end of sex with her, but that she seemed to know about Kairi. Back before everything happened, they used to experiment a little, just some comparative anatomy along with some groping. Nothing heavy, just a game. But during his grand adventure he found something out about Kairi. That she was a pure soul, not that he didn't already know it, but that moment hammered it home, and so when they finally reunited, Sora couldn't bring himself to do anything more than plant a kiss on her cheek. "How... how do you know?"

A husky giggle answered that question first, followed by a kiss to one of those nipples she'd been teasing. "Ah... keyblade master. A little birdie told me. So, why don't you touch her? Don't tell me you're afraid of not performing well. You fuck well enough."

If he could have seen her face and couldn't have felt her skin on his, Sora might have refused to answer. "Because Kairi... Kairi is worth more than a 'fuck'," He replied, "Because even though I want to make love to her until daybreak, I can't do it knowing that I'd be doing to someone who deserves better."

Silence, a gasp. For once he'd forced his captor's guard down. When she spoke again, her voice was different and thoughtful. "So... that's it... Keyblade master, what if all Kairi really wants is this?" Soft hands brushed over his body: arms, torso, legs. "And this?" Lips brushed against his mouth, "And this?" The lips kissed him on the chest, right where his heart threatened to jump out. "And this?" She lowered herself over him, connecting themselves intimately.

Sora groaned as his arm moved through her hair. Auburn hair, he imagined. "Then... if I knew, that was what she wanted... oh god... I'd press her against the nearest flat surface and fuck her silly...Everything I wanted to do to her, I'd do it."

When she moved against him, slowly at first, but then faster as she found her rhythm, Sora thought that must have been the right answer before he ceased think. Around him, she was hot and tight, like she usually was, squeezing every bit of pleasure out of their union as she could. And oh he could feel it. "Pretend I'm her," she said between movement.

He didn't even need her instructions, already he was imagining that goddess known as Kairi was on top of him, whispering all those dirty instructions in his ears. Pressing her closer so that her entire body was pressed against his, he returned them, telling the woman on top of him everything he'd ever wanted to do to his friend, much to her delight.

Neither of them said anything for a while after that, letting their frenzy carry them over into another world where nothing existed but the pleasure that existed in the other's body. Sora couldn't tell which one of them climaxed first; honestly, he hadn't been paying much attention, just that all the pressure that had been building inside him was finally released in a raging torrent, and loosely outside himself, but not very outside himself, his captor was arching into him, finally reaching an elusive release of her own.

Together, they stayed connected for a time, just long enough for their racing heartbeats to return to normal, before she removed herself from him. A tender kiss on the lips followed along with the clanking of chains as the rest of his restraints came off. He sat up, shaking out his unused limbs.

"There we go, keyblade master. You're free to go, under one condition."

Dear Light, he was almost afraid, "What's that?"

"Your girl Kairi, next time you're with her, I want you to do all those naughty things you said you wanted to do to her while we were fucking. Each and every one. And trust me, I'll know if you don't."

"Do you... do you know her?"

"I know her and her body as well as I know myself. She wants you, keyblade master. She wants you enough to pin you down and fuck you herself, but until she's not sure if you want her. Convince her otherwise."

Sora was already halfway to the exit, when he promised fervently, "Oh, I shall."

A sliver of light entered the darkened room as Sora opened the door. To his relief, his clothes were right outside, and he managed to get dressed in the safety of the darkness before venturing into the world of freedom again.

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As he exited, his captor turned on the light, grinning to herself and gathering her own clothes from the corners. Dark blue eyes twinkled with barely suppressed joy as she realized what was in store for her later that evening. "Good job, Kairi." she congratulated herself as she put on her clothes, "but now...I better be heading home. I have a feeling Sora's going to be visiting me, very, very soon, and those suggestions...he better be as good as his word."

Ahh... such were the perks of victory.

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Happy Birthday Arccy! This probably wasn't what you were thinking of for a kinky Sokai lemon, but I hope that it does the trick. If not, I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow. Maybe practicing my cunning linguistic skills for you or something. ^_~