Like The Restless Rust - Kairi reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

(EDIT: Turns out the wrong thing was copied and the pre-spellcheck version of this was originally posted. My bad, that's been corrected.)

At first, Naminé’s presence was a bother to Kairi. A girl attached to Sora, one born from her body and who had a connection to him. She was a danger, plain and simple. When Kairi looked at Naminé, she saw someone who was an active threat to Kairi's desire to make Sora hers. She even looked a little like Kairi; this was something she didn't want to have to compete with, something a bit too close to herself to know if he could make the 'right' choice or not, because around every corner was the threat that he might decide that between the two similar girls, he simply liked blondes a bit better, or he'd feel a fondness for her because of what they'd been through that just eked out his fondness for Kairi.

Or she'd get into his head, fuck with his memories again, and she'd simply never have a chance.

But those jealous frustrations didn't last nearly as long as she expected them to. More and more, things changed with dramatic intensity, and she was opening up to possibilities and to ideas that led her down different paths. Paths she had never even considered until presented with them and seeing a chance for peace. She was open to a different idea more and more as things developed and she realized she didn't need to be petty and pick sides and fights.

They could share Sora together.

Riding proudly atop Sora's cock, Naminé’s legs were open and her body was bucking through the maddest of delights, all while Kairi's tongue licked up and down her slit, lapping greedily at both her pussy lips and the thick cock spreading them apart. Kairi didn't need to make this into an issue; there was enough Sora for both of them. Once they found out what was in his pants, more than enough for both of them, and the matter before them was one of simply throwing themselves into that commotion, embracing the passionate thrill and the joy of losing all control. Naminé' didn't need to be an enemy, and the parts of her that were Kairi began to endear the redhead more and more to her.

"I feel so good!" Naminé' gasped. "I used to be so lonely, and now I have both of you to enjoy." The joy of being loved meant the world to Naminé, which only further kept Kairi feeling like she just had to give in to this, throwing herself more dramatically into the relief and the joy of giving in. Naminé' needed to be loved and needed it badly, and Kairi was happy not only to step back from staying in the way of Sora, but to kiss her herself, to lap at her pussy while she rode Sora's cock and embrace all these senseless attentions. It was a chance to give up completely to these senseless joys, to encourage her to keep riding Sora's lap and pushing herself into deeper, more dramatic joys with nothing to slow this mess down.

In truth, Sora didn't understand the sheer scope of what was happening. He saw the fact he had two girlfriends as something special, sure, but not as a dramatic balance of Kairi's patience and mercy. Naminé's half-spoken love of the attention she felt in contrast to her old loneliness was something he understood just fine, but Kairi kept her words more secret, keeping him happy and eager as he fucked up into Naminé, thrusting shamelessly at her pussy, savouring the tightness around his cock and the additional excitements of having her cute butt bouncing before him as he worked through this. Kairi's tongue lapping at his cock added on so much to this, growing pleasures and desires he could keep losing himself to, every indulgence coming hotter and his body giving in to the senseless joy and fever of letting go.

Kairi was happy to keep that quiet, to savour the sloppy vigor and adoration of these pleasures, the burning attention that she kept pushing on with. "You should fill her up, Sora," she moaned, clinging tightly to Naminé's thighs, keeping them spread out for her indulgence. she was as direct as she could be, mustering up the passion and the fever and the wild chaos of something that kept her moving harder into this. She was ready to give in to all of it. She didn't want to dwell on her Jealousy and the strange pressures. Instead, she wanted to roll with the joy of giving in and getting along, the pleasures building hotter inside of her, making everything feel stranger and fiercer, invoking a hazy kind of madness she felt all too happy to lose herself to. Nothing could have made her happier.

Bucking faster through the wild excitement and the need of pleasures she couldn't get enough of, Naminé rode hotter and harder, giving up to the throbbing heat of letting go. She needed to go all out, bouncing harder, knowing that this all almost didn't happen, but so very happy it did. "Kairi," she moaned, fingers running through her hair, body bucking through these mad delights. She wanted more of this, glad it had come this way, glad Kairi had been willing and open like this, and she continued to give in to these dramatic thrills and the relentless joys that continued to tear her asunder. Naminé bucked through these excessive pleasures and a heat that she kept giving in to, spiraling through heat and loving the chance to chase her way toward relief and ecstasy.

Sora groaned and writhed and gave in harder to these wild excitements until he couldn't take anymore. With a hard groan and a buck of his hips upward into the needy wreck of a girl, he filled Naminé up with his seed, twisting through pure satisfaction and a delight too fierce to resist. His hips bucked and slammed about, and as he filled her up, Naminé squealed in joy, loving every second of the raw satisfaction that she found in being creampied, showing a vulnerability and neediness that still all seemed a bit shaky and foreign to her. She had a lot to learn how to get used to still, and she was trying her best to deal with most of it while stumbling ever deeper into this mess with her two new lovers.

"It's my turn now," Kairi purred. "Naminé, lie on your back. I'm not done with your pussy yet!" Kairi was determined to keep this energy up, and as Naminé lifted up off of Sora's cock, the redhead drove her onto her back, sticking her ass up high in the air for Sora while forcing her head down between her legs. She was out to get big, dramatic results, and results she got; Naminé responded with a gasp of fierce heat while suddenly taking on the senseless vigor of this touch, the tongue darting about and lapping at her creampied pussy with absolutely zero restraint to it, driven by a very singular need to lose all control. She was impatient and fierce about this, letting her efforts spiral into weirder thrills and a haze of pure aggression.

Sora fumbled his way up into position, grabbing Kairi's hips and gasping, "You're really into this!" as he lined himself up. A quick, messy thrust forward started this off on senseless terms, his wild desires hitting him hard and bringing on the rush of quick, reckless need that felt like the only reasonable way forward now. After having Naminé ride his lap, he was far more ready to get to work at thrusting and having his fun with this mess, and every motion forward was a show of pure greed, a spectacle and heat and ecstatic need pushing her to let go of any semblance of control now. This was just what he needed, plunging relentlessly into one of his girlfriends and savouring the unrepentant thrill of losing complete control.

"Oh, Kairi," Naminé moaned, her fingers tangling into the girl's auburn locks while she held firmly onto the pleasure and the joy of giving in, letting herself sink into wild, reckless thrills with less and less control to nay of it, senseless desires keeping her vigorously engaged, wanting more and more of these spectacles to push her to new heights. She didn't care about controlling herself or old back now, allowing these feelings to burn a hole in her and allowing these dramatic pleasures to keep building. Going from riding Sora's lap to having Kairi devour her pussy was a dramatic rush of absolute madness, a transition into more pleasure and into these senseless ecstasies that she couldn't get enough of.

Kairi showed no bitterness about this. With Sora's cock in her pussy, she had no reason to, but she threw herself readily into these feelings, trying her best to deal with the dramatic pressures and seeking out a satisfaction that transcended anything that petty. She wanted to make sure she could convey all the boiling emotions demanding more from her, lapping at Naminé's pussy and leaving Sora to do all the work of fucking her in this increasingly dramatic mess of satisfactions. She wanted to keep up this weird intensity, wanted to feel good while making them feel good, working through the weird issues she could have had through selfless satisfaction of everyone involved.

It still took getting used to, still took the weird, clumsy exploration of someone trying her best to navigate these complex feelings with little idea what she was really doing, plunged into frustration and uncertainty but needing to explore it deeper, needing to let herself give in to this all. Kairi found the middle ground she needed, and she happily paid adoring tribute to the commotion, her tongue lapping away at the girl's pussy and embracing all the wicked thrills and throbs of a pleasure that felt like it was starting to grow on her, starting to make the idea of giving in seem even more demanding and exciting. This was an abrupt, overbearing rush of emotions coming on way hotter and weirder than she felt ready for.

All the while, Sora's confident thrusts kept wearing at her, kept pushing her into a state she could barely handle, a struggle to process how all these feelings were making her feel too good to take. "You're both so beautiful," he gaped, the awe in his voice shaky and eager. This was a complete mess of a situation, something that he wanted to give himself fully into. He had two gorgeous girlfriends, ones with deep connections to him, ones and now, with the sight of Kairi devouring Naminé's pussy, further encouraging his hips and inspiring his neediest attentions. This was an amazing chance, one Sora pursued relentlessly, his every thrust forward coming hotter and fiercer, driven by the distinct sense that he was too lucky to not want to give his all to this wild commotion.

Whatever the pleasures going on here offered, they were something that Kairi had to keep pursuing, her body thrown by the delights and commotions of a pleasure she could continue to give ever deeper into, confident in the thrills and the cooperation and that this was the way for everyone to get into something better and more satisfying than they had ever felt before. This was all she could do, the only way to navigate the swells of hopeful vigor and worry pulling her deeper and deeper into ruin and panic. This was so weird, so hazy, and she felt lost to the temptations and pressures behind it, and she felt like she was losing focus to this mess, the overbearing panics building higher and leaving her shaky, worn down, uncertain how to handle any of this.

As selfless and exciting as letting them get off was, the satisfaction of having Sora fill her pussy up and send her crashing over the line. Kairi reeled in the face of the thrashing, swelling heat pushing her over the line, a rush of pleasures all demanding her unraveling at once, leaving her reckless and tightly wound, shaken by the wild excitement and confusion of all the broad and volatile emotions that came over her. Her body shuddered, hips bucking about to keep up the pace of indulging in Sora's cock while keeping her tongue buried deep into Naminé's pussy, and absolutely nothing was holding her back from these expressions of total surrender, a pleasure and a need that she couldn't get enough of.

With the tongue relentlessly pushing her to give in too, Naminé couldn't help herself. She came loudly, twisting through these pleasures, not sure what to say to Kairi to express how she felt and how grateful she was, caught in these weird and indecisive middle grounds that left her uncertain about so much, but she felt good, and she wanted her to know it. Which was why she grabbed hold of Kairi and pushed stubbornly forward, locking lips with her and holding tight for a moment of exuberant passion before she went even lower down, grabbing her and sliding under her body, through Sora's legs.

"Naminé?" Kairi gasped, startled by the suddenness of these attentions and trying to handle the wild rush of heat surging through her as Naminé began to lick. Sora's cock was still buried inside of her as she repaid the favour. Every sloppy shove forward burned with the utterly senseless joy of something wicked. Naminé offered up more drastic attentions when she grabbed Kairi's ass and Sora's hip, tugging the girl in tighter against her and encouraging the boy to get thrusting again.

So he did. "I'm glad you're getting along," Sora said, tightening his hold on Kairi and starting in on her again. His thrusts wound quickly back up to pace, determined to follow through and resume the wild indulgences pushing them all further into wild excitement.

Kairi couldn't have possibly been prepared for Naminé's urgent, reckless actions, but she welcomed them, moaning in haze of pure greed while the blonde's tongue worked its magic upon her. She moaned Naminé's name out again, clutching the sheets while pressing her way tighter against her face. She didn't hesitate, bringing her weight down upon the blonde's face hard, grinding her pussy against her lips and deciding in a heartbeat to go with all of this, not caring about resisting the allure of this want.

This was how Naminé could express herself. With ravenous, reckless fever, she took to eating Kairi out as hard as she could. This affection was the only language she could speak to convey her relief and her happiness, to thank her for the kind things she did. For being so focused on eating her out. This repaid the kindness and turned her gratitude into something relentless, into a reckless and ravenous pleasure she wanted more and more of. There was no reason to contain herself now, throwing all she had into these wild and dramatic pressures. With the weight and pressure of Sora and Kairi's fucking now weighing down upon her, she felt pinned to the mattress, their harder indulgences leaving her little room to operate while feeling more than ever like she had to deliver.

"This is amazing!" Kairi howled, clutching at the sheets and throwing her head back in the senseless embrace of these joys. It was an overbearing rush of utter perfection to roll with, a chance to unravel and to feel like a queen doing so. Naminé's sloppy attentions added new thrills to this, a shaky, hazy rush of satisfactions leaving her barely able to think. This was so much to roll with, so many wonderful throbs of pure sensation to try and outpace while falling deeper into chaos. She didn't know how to contain these joys, but she felt desperately driven to keep jerking back and forth, meeting Sora's cock and rubbing her pussy in Naminé's face, but only because she wanted her to, and not any vengeful reason else.

Riding out her way to the kind of release and relief that she couldn't believe made for something incredible, a shaky wreck of excitement and fascination all dragging her lower, making her crave this sort of position, this kind of doting adoration and aggression meant to push her to heights she could barely wrap her head around. She understood clearly the excitement and the heat that this offered her, and her body jerked through the most senseless opportunities to give in. She wanted it, the erratic heat surging across her thoughts and bringing her deeper into a state of wild, frenzied need. Sora's deep pressure from behind and the unrelenting, grateful doting from Naminé both worked to wear down her thoughts into a dizzy spectacle of haze and satisfaction, so gooey and warm under their loving touch that she felt like she just had to give in to it.

The result was a burning rush of excess and wickedness that forced Kairi into the deep end, made her holler out in shock and ecstasy as the crushing weight of these wicked feelings pushed her to new frontiers of heat and desire. Surrender was everything now, a rush of satisfaction in the face of burning desire. This was excessive and chaotic, bringing with it so many bizarre sweeps of passion and pleasure to have to roll with at once. There was no way Kairi could have held on through all of it, and she was plunged into the wicked joy and fever of being doted on and adored too hard not to cum. It was the most satisfying orgasm of her life, a chance to come undone and to savour the twisting thrills of giving completely up.

With Sora cumming inside of her and Naminé lapping away every drop of cum squeezed out of her by the big cock, she was utterly committed to giving in, to throwing herself hard into these joys and letting them conquer her. Kairi heaved and shuddered in the joyful face of surrender, a pleasure that she felt like she could barely resist. Kairi knew in that moment, grinding against Naminé's lips and feeling Sora's weight bearing down still upon her, that this was the solution she needed, and she was coming out so much better than if she'd simply gotten Sora to herself.