Sora and the heartless

Sora was gripping his Keyblade so tightly that the cold metal dug into his skin and his knuckles had whitened. He watched wide eyed as another batch of Shadow Heartless appeared around him, their yellow eyes glaringly brightly in the darkness of the cave, and then they all leapt simultaneously towards him. Sora hurriedly swung the blade through the air, spinning in a circle and managing to strike down each of the Heartless in turn. They exploded and dissolved into a mist that dissipated in the air.

He started running, but he wasn’t sure where too. He was lost in this maze of a cave, trailing through tunnel after tunnel in the dark and the cold, the only light was coming from the eyes of the Heartless as they relentlessly appeared and attacked him. He’d been separated from his friends ages ago and had no idea where the hell they were. He knew that he wouldn’t feel as nervous if he had them by his side. The Heartless here were relatively weak and he wasn’t having too much trouble destroying them, but being lost here in the dark, completely on his own, and faced with these incessant attacks was starting to get to him.

The darkness of the tunnel was yet again lit up with the eerie golden glow from the Heartless’s eyes as yet another gang of the creatures poured towards him. He gritted his teeth and let out an irritated grunt as one of the tiny creatures leapt towards him, its two little antennae bobbing as it jumped through the air. Sora hit it angrily with his Keyblade killing the Heartless just before it reached his face and it exploded into a dark smoke, billowing around Sora’s eyes and making them sting, blocking his vision for just long enough for one of the other monsters to reach him. He let out a cry as he felt it leap onto him, sending him staggering to one side. He collided against the cold, damp wall, managing to catch himself with his free hand and regain his balance, his other hand still holding his Keyblade tightly. He felt its claws slice through the material of his shirt sleeve and dig into the skin of his arm. Spinning around, he managed to slam it against the wall, stunning it for a second and making it loosen its grip on him, before he quickly killed it with a slice of his weapon. Still with his back to the wall he returned his attention to the rest of the Heartless. He sliced down the nearest monsters and then kicked himself away from the wall propelling himself at the few remaining beasts.

Finally, the last yellow set of eyes winked out and he was plunged back into darkness. He staggered, noticeably shaken. He knew that he must try to calm down, the fact that one of the Heartless had managed to get so close and hurt him had shocked Sora. It could have taken his heart! He shouldn’t have let his guard down, shouldn’t have allowed himself to get angry and irritated. His emotions had distracted him.

He stood there in the dark, the only sounds he heard being his own panting as he tried to catch his breath, and the echo of occasional drops of water dripping from the ceiling and down the walls. When he was sure that there were no more Heartless he started walking again, holding out his hand against the wall to guide his way in the pitch black. He almost wished that there were the glowing eyes to light up his path, or at least he would have if the creatures that owned these eyes were not so dangerous.

His arm stung slightly where the Shadow Heartless had clawed at him. He pressed his hand over the wound, feeling dampness where it had been bleeding. He wished that he could see to be able to assess the damage. It seemed like just a flesh wound, but he’d only had a few moments to quickly glance at it before all the Heartless had vanished and taken the only light source with them.

He stumbled over a rock, only just managing to stop himself from falling and felt his irritation at the situation beginning to grow again. He desperately wanted to be able to see where he was going, and he wanted to find his friends again. He tried shouting out for them but he heard no reply until finally he stopped yelling and just let out a sigh. He leant against the wall feeling worn out but didn’t allow himself much time to rest before continuing along the passage, hoping it would lead to somewhere - to his friends and safety, or just to some somewhere well lit! Anywhere but this cold, lonely and dark place.

Ahead of him he could see that the path led to a sharp corner and from beyond that some sort of light was glowing, falling on the walls. Although it was nice to be able to see again, he couldn’t tell what the light was coming from and an uneasy feeling was growing inside him. It could be more of the Heartless, and quite a few of them too going by how much light there was. But the light was steady, constant, and seemed to be coming from just one source. If it were from lots of Heartless surely the brightness would change as they moved around? Hope grew in him as he walked further, but he couldn’t stop that voice of reason inside his head that pointed out how suspiciously yellow that light was. Yellow like Heartless eyes.

As he walked his eyes got used to the light. He took a moment to look at his arm where it had been hurt. As he had hoped, the wound was not too deep and it had mostly stopped bleeding. He tore at his already ragged sleeve, ripping away the blood dotted material so that it would not irritate the wound.

He returned his full attention back to the path in front of him and with his Keyblade held tightly in front of him he rounded the corner, half expecting to find a dozen or so Shadow Heartless waiting for him. But that wasn’t what he found, what he did find was just one Shadow Heartless. He stared at it in shock, open mouthed and wide-eyed. If it had been just a small and normal Heartless he’d have killed it without a second thought, but it wasn’t. It was huge.

Sora had never seen one like this before. It was just over seven feet tall although it seemed to hover off the ground like a ghost which made it appear even taller and even more menacing. It was jet-black like the Heartless that he had already been fighting and it had the same yellow eyes although they were bigger and brighter. But its limbs were longer and thinner, and its ink-black body seemed more solid and humanoid. It too had antennae like its smaller cousins, but they were longer and curled around into tight circles like a chameleon tail. Black tendrils were forming and twisting across its body, snaking through the air. Then its face turned towards Sora, the eyes so bright he found himself squinting in their glare.

He considered trying to run away from it – not through any sort of cowardliness, but through common sense. He didn’t know what this thing was, what it was capable of, or how strong it was. It wasn’t worth risking his life to find out the answers to these questions. But Sora didn’t get a choice. The thing lunged at him immediately and the only thing to do was to protect himself, there was no point turning his back on it now to run away. He had to fight!

The Heartless swept a clawed hand down at him and Sora only just managed to avoid it, jumping backwards quickly. The boy swung his Keyblade forward, managing to scratch the jet-black hand before the monster flinched in surprise at the contact and pulled its hand away before backing away from the sword. For a moment Sora thought that he would easily be able to kill this creature which seemed so frightened of his weapon, and even believed that maybe the thing would try to run away. Sora ran towards it, catching up quickly to the withdrawing enemy. He raised his weapon above his head in both hands and once he was close enough plunged it back down – or at least he tried to but the Keyblade refused to move. He looked up in confusion and saw black tentacles stretching out over his head, and, as he tilted his head right back to get a better view, saw that the tentacles had wrapped around the length of the Keyblade. He tugged desperately at the weapon, trying to free it but it refused to budge, the black vines holding it securely in place, and then he felt the vines creep down over his hands. These tentacles were warm, which was particularly noticeable in this cold cave, and also felt soft yet muscular. He gasped at the strange sensation of the tentacles on the bare skin of his fingers and felt them pushing underneath the material of his fingerless gloves to rub against his palm. He drew in a sharp breath of air as the vines tickled his hands and he gritted his teeth, convinced that the tentacles were tickling him to try to get him to release his grip of the Keyblade, and he found his hands tensing and twitching as he stifled a nervous laugh.

The Heartless was right in front of him now, its face only inches away from his own as it leant over him to bring their faces near to each other. Its eyes were so bright it was disorientating and made Sora’s eyes water and made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open.

The tips of the tentacles were trying to prise his fingers away from the Keyblade’s hilt and then one of the monster’s huge clawed hands gripped the keyblade and yanked it up into the air. Sora managed to maintain his grip, and the Heartless only succeeded in lifting him and the weapon a few inches but it was enough to bring the boy up onto his tiptoes, balancing awkwardly, and then with an extra tug, Sora felt his feet leave the ground altogether and his grip on the hilt started to slip. His hands hurt and his arms ached from holding his weight, but he refused to let go. The Keyblade was the only thing that stood between him and death. And yet… he was powerless already, he had been defenceless the very moment that the monster had his Keyblade demobilised. The boy had no way to protect himself without it, he was utterly helpless, and yet the monster continued to cruelly make him wait for the inevitable. Why hadn’t it taken his heart already? Why hadn’t it killed him? It didn’t matter if he was still holding onto the weapon or not surely.

And then his finger’s let go.

He felt himself drop back down slightly, but the tentacles had wrapped completely around his hands and continued to hold him up. He was stood on tiptoe again, balancing uncomfortably on the balls of his feet. His body stretched out and his back arched. He let out a whimper as he heard his Keyblade clatter to the ground somewhere far away behind him, completely out of reach and he felt tears starting to run down his cheeks as the true terror of his situation sunk in and the panic hit him. Now the Heartless had taken away his weapon, and it had him trapped by its tentacles, unable to move, there was no reason for it to wait any longer. He was as good as dead.

He started struggling wildly like a trapped animal, unaware of how much his limbs hurt and of how much his feet and hands ached as a rush of adrenaline flowed through him. He glared angrily at the monster that held him and despite the monster having no visible facial features except for its eyes, Sora felt as though it were smirking at him, its eyes looked as though they were laughing, and then the eyes narrowed dangerously and the face darted forward towards his own. Sora felt it press their mouths together, and at the same time felt a clawed hand sneak behind his neck and hold his head in place. There was some part of him that utterly failed to consider this as being a kiss. The very thought of it was absurd to him and it didn’t even cross his mind. Instead he was convinced that this was some new way for a Heartless to steal his heart, to suck it out through his mouth, and so when he felt pressure against his lips, felt something trying to part them, he kept his mouth tightly closed convinced that opening it would somehow lead to his demise.

Sora was so preoccupied by the Heartless trying to french kiss him that he barely noticed the monster’s other hand creeping up his leg and fiddling with his belt until it was pulling his shorts down. This warranted some sort of reaction from Sora which unfortunately for him was to gasp. The Heartless took this perfect opportunity to force its tongue into Sora’s mouth. He spluttered instantly and tried to push the invading appendage away using his own tongue. The Heartless’s tongue was warm and soft like the tentacles around Sora’s hands were and just as strong. It was also damp and seemed to be secreting some sort of fluid which dripped uncomfortably down Sora’s throat, making him gag. He desperately tried to move his face to one side but had no success and eventually stopped struggling, finding it eased the discomfort to just stay still.

He suddenly became aware that his shorts were down around his ankles and that a clawed hand was fiddling with the waistband of his underwear, and despite his terror he felt embarrassment well up inside him as he felt the material slipping down across his hips, revealing his bare backside to anyone who might wander into this cave. The underwear joined the shorts around his ankles and he felt the cold cave air against his bare ass. His cheeks reddened with shame and he desperately tried to free his hands from the tentacles again.

He had visions of his friends coming in and finding him like this, naked from the waist down with his ass and penis on show for everyone to see and he felt fresh tears pouring down his cheeks, particularly as something a thousand times more humiliating dawned on him – he was becoming aroused. His skin felt extra sensitive all across his body, and his dick was becoming harder by the second. His lips were tingling, and every time he tasted the fluid on the Heartless’s tongue his arousal grew, it was some sort of aphrodisiac. His body shivered, and oh god, he was panting, he was making desperate little mewling sounds and he couldn’t stop. What was wrong with him, what was this creature doing to him, and more importantly, what was it going to do? Its intentions could not be more obvious, it had him turned on, bound at the wrists and utterly helpless.

The hand that had removed his lower clothing ran up across his thigh, making him moan slightly at the physical contact despite himself, then the Heartless cupped an ass cheek and squeezed, clawed fingers pushing between his cheeks and rubbing at his tight hole. Sora cried out in astonishment and horror, the sound muffled by the Heartless’s mouth against his. He automatically tried to squirm away from the groping hand, pushing his groin forwards. But this movement made him recoil in panic because it brought his groin directly into contact with the monsters body and he felt its hard thick dick suddenly pressed against his own arousal. Mortified, he tried to move backwards again, but the monster’s hand still held onto his ass and forced him to stay in place. Sora’s panicked wriggling to get away from the beast only resulted in rubbing their cocks together, sending jolts of pleasure through Sora, making him tremble and cry out in a dizzying mixture of shame, fear and enjoyment. The Heartless responded by make a rumbling sound deep in its throat as it grunted and deepened Sora’s humiliation further by rocking its hips.

This was not going to happen, Sora thought, I am not going to be forced to enjoy what this disgusting monster is doing to me. I do not want this. But even as Sora thought this he found himself moaning into the monster’s mouth, and found his hips starting to rock of their own accord. Humiliation and shame gripped him as their arousals continued to rub together, as he continued to enjoy it, and then the Heartless pushed a clawed finger into his ass.

He cried out in pain, and his feet almost went out from under him, still balancing precariously on the balls of his feet, he kept up on tiptoes, trying to move his body up away from the probing digit which moved painfully inside him. It pushed into him further and eventually Sora had to force himself to stop mindlessly struggling because, although the claws were not as sharp as he had expected they still scratched him if he moved around too much so to keep the pain to a minimum he was forced to keep still, even as a second finger joined the first and stretched him further.

The Heartless’s tongue withdrew and its face pulled away from him. Sora used this opportunity to take some much needed deep breaths. His eyes were tightly closed but he could sense that the Heartless was watching him, knew it could see the agony written across his face. He broke out into uncontrollable sobs again, feeling utterly pathetic and terrified.

The fingers suddenly yanked out of him making him grit his teeth in pain, then barely a second later the tentacles released their grip on his wrists. His legs instantly gave way, he’d been on tiptoe so long that his legs felt like jelly and couldn’t take his full weight. He slipped painfully to the floor, catching himself with his hands which felt numb from being bound. Sora frantically looked around himself for his Keyblade. He saw it and started to crawl towards it, trying to force his aching legs to work, but he’d barely moved before the tentacles had caught his upper arms and turned him over onto his back.

The ground was cold and uncomfortable against his naked legs and ass, grit and rough stone digging into him. The Heartless leant over him, its eyes glowing intensely, illuminating Sora’s bare legs and aching cock, as well as the monster’s own huge erection, the sight of which set Sora off into renewed terrified struggling.

The Heartless bent over him and started pulling at Sora’s remaining clothes, trying to pull his shirt over his head and just resorting to ripping at it impatiently. The monster fell hungrily against the boy’s chest licking at the smooth skin and running its tongue against his nipples, the strange fluid from the tongue made the nubs instantly hard and made whatever the Heartless licked tingle pleasurably. Sora gritted his teeth against the sensual onslaught and continued to try to wrench his arms free from the vines that bound them.

Starting to get the strength back in his legs, Sora started to kick wildly but more tentacles appeared and wrapped themselves around his ankles and moved up his legs, forcing his legs to stay still and holding them down against the floor.

The heartless ran its tongue across his stomach and then Sora felt its warm wetness move through the hair trailing down from his belly button. The breath hitched in his throat as the tongue flicked across his hard cock and then he felt it being fully enveloped into the intoxicating heat of the monster’s mouth. Sora’s mouth opened wide as a moan escaped his lips. His back arched and he started to pant. He tossed his head from side to side, intense pleasure mingled with fear and shame making tears drip down his blushing cheeks. The monster moved its head up and down, sucking and licking and bringing yet more desperate sounds from the writhing boy. But then it released the boys throbbing member and the clawed hands moved underneath Sora and lifted up his hips, giving the Heartless a perfect view of the boy’s tight little hole. Sora screamed and renewed his struggling as the wet tongue pressed against his hole and pushed its way inside of him.

It was nowhere near as painful as Sora expected, it didn’t hurt like it had done when the monster had used its fingers. The tongue continued to salivate, making its movement easier and less painful. It pushed up deep inside of him, constantly wriggling and spreading its delicious fluid inside of Sora, it leaked out of his ass and trickled enticingly in between his ass cheeks. The fluid made everything it touched tingle with pleasure. The tongue pushed around inside of him and hit a spot that made Sora’s eyes widen in surprise and a desperate little moan escape his lips. Sora laid his head to one side, closed his eyes tightly and listened to his own deep breathing, trying to forget where he was, trying to forget what was happening.

The tongue pulled out of him and the monster moved its head back, watching as the saliva trickled out from the puckered hole. The Heartless positioned itself in front of him, still holding onto Sora’s hips tightly, and pressed the tip of its throbbing cock against his ass. The boy tried to back way but the beast suddenly pulled Sora’s hips forwards, impaling the boy onto the huge cock. The Heartless started thrusting furiously and, still holding onto Sora’s hips, forced him to meet each push.

Delirious with fear and pain, Sora started screaming and begging the monster to stop. He cried out for help, yelling for his friends, no longer caring if they saw him like this, just wanting to escape and get as far away from this monster as possible. He just wanted this horror to end. The humiliation of getting raped by a monster, by something that wasn’t even human, was surpassed only by the fact that Sora’s own body was betraying him. He was enjoying it, he was enjoying getting fucked. Each thrust was hitting that delicious spot and it didn’t even hurt anymore, it felt wonderful. He was so hard he was convinced he was going to cum soon. Feeling utterly degraded and tainted, Sora closed his eyes and quietly sobbed to himself as each thrust brought him closer and closer to his climax. His neglected cock begged to be touched but received no attention as Sora was forced over the edge by the monster’s cock relentlessly fucking him. Sora bit down on his lip, trying to silence himself as his orgasm swept through him. The monster continued to pound into him as it bent double and wrapped its mouth tightly around Sora’s cock. No amount of Sora’s lip biting could stifle the cry of pure pleasure that forced its way past his lips. The Heartless sucked every last drop of cum from Sora’s cock then removed its mouth. The tentacles released their hold and the Heartless pulled its cock out of the boy, the movement drawing a whimper from Sora.

Sora’s body was so worn out from the exertions that he could barely move even after he had been released, and continued to just lie there, feeling dazed. Through tired eyes he watched the monster raise itself up to its full height, and then it underwent some sort of change. It grew bigger and even taller, its tentacles becoming longer and thicker and its eyes brighter as its recent meal of cum fed its body. Sora watched in terrified fascination as the creature turned to look at him and Sora could have sworn it grinned, then it just turned and left.

Sora painfully got up onto his knees. Grit and dirt from the floor was clinging to the sweat and various fluids on his skin and he brushed it away distractedly as he staggered across to his Keyblade and held it closely to him protectively. Then he hurriedly pulled his clothes back on, scared that someone would find him here completely naked. His shirt was torn but still wearable and although his shorts were crinkled and slightly damp they still covered up his nudity perfectly fine.

When he finally did find his friends, they assumed his dishevelled state, stained clothes and slight limp were just from getting into some particularly violent fights. They supposed that the dampness on his clothes was just water that had been dripping from the cave walls, they never imagined that it could be a mixture of cum and the Heartless’s saliva.

Of course, Sora never said a word to anyone about what had happened to him in that cave. He never said a word about that strange Heartless that didn’t steal Hearts, but stole cum instead.

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