Kingdom Hearts: Shattered Bonds & Broken Hearts (Athene & East)


The idea of siblings having sex was a bit disturbing to the victorian era soldier, but at the same time John couldn't really fault them after all the four of them had seen, an incestious relationship was probably not even on the top 5 of the weirdest things he had played witness too today. Plus after his own encounter with Pocahontas had left him feeling invigorated, and even kind of hopeful against the odds that they would face with Kefka come the morning he was kind of glad that the two of them would have it all out of their system.

He smiled for a moment as he saw the playful look of his own lover, and felt a breath of fresh night air his body feeling more sensitive as the two of them walked. He nodded his head when she asked to be awoken early, there would be a lot of work for the four of them to do. Even if fighting against Kefka seemed impossible it seemed that it was something they had to do. The crazed magician didn't belong in this time.

John laid next to her, feeling the pelts drawn over them, he pulled in closer to her. Enjoying the warmth of both the blankets and her body. "I will do my best to wake before sunrise." But he had to admit that after nearly drowning he still felt lethargic, even with what the two of them had done, he wanted to sleep as much as she did, and didn't know if he would be able to wake earlier than her.

He felt her kiss, his eyes half closed, he returned it, his arm pulling her in close, his hand landing on her back as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close in the dark of the night. Feeling her stomach press against his body he breathed her scent in. "I love you too." He said with a soft kiss of her neck and then finally falling asleep.

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Emrie was enraptured by the rhythm of their sex, his hips were bouncing aginast her body, her leg held up in the air as he was on his knees, holding her up he could reach along her body and grab onto Shania's breasts. His hands squeezed against her breasts playing with her for a moment as he let out panting moans, his body was sweaty, his cock was hard, and it felt like Shania was either getting tighter or he was getting harder he wasn't sure exactly what was going on. but he could see every curve between them.

He heard his sisters voice, saying that she was feeling good, that she was approaching her climax. He breathed slightly disjointed breaths, he felt warm, he felt his body sweating like a mad man. He kinda wanted a shower. He heard his sisters words, and he agreed with her one hundred percent he wanted to cum with her as well. "Yes, oh, yes!"

He pulled out, dropping Shania's leg, his arms fell onto his sisters shoulders, pushing her into the furs and onto the ground, and within a few seconds his cock was back where it belonged inside her. This time the two of them were tangled with his body pressing directly into hers. his arms wrapped around her neck as he pressed and thrusted into her. Holding her so close and tight. He was practically moaning into her ear. His hot breath against her neck as he moaned and repeated her name his mind a white hot glow.

"I'm cumming." He said loudly, before pressing his lips hard against Shania's his tongue sticking into her mouth, invading her as his cock started to twitch. The white hot liquid of his cum would pour into her. his hips rubbed roughly against her trying to make sure that every single drop would be pressed out of him and into her. As his body slowed down, and the heat died off, he pressed his forehead against hers for a moment holding her still. His breath was still shaky at this point he closed his eyes.

"I want to sleep like this." He said softly, holding her. "With me still inside you... I've wanted, this for so long... I'm afraid that this is somehow a dream." he said softly, unsure. He had this sort of vivid dream before, and usually in the morning he just woke up covered in his own cum, shame and disappointment.
 

Pocahontas gave John a nod and reassuring smile. Honestly, just being able to make the effort to wake up would be a damn good start for now. He wasn't wrong - if it were completely up to her? She'd be more than fine having a lazy day of sorts. Normally, Pocahontas was a woman of routine. But considering that had all but vanished ever since Kefka appeared?

Well ... she was doing a lot of new things she never would have expected. From fighting to making love and everything else in between, including being the sole survivor of her own tribe. For every horrible tragedy she'd survived, though, there seemed to be something else that gave her a glimmer of hope. The most recent 'item' had been the appearance of Shania and Emrie.

As such, she knew the best thing to do was sleep now and hope that come tomorrow, she, John, and the siblings could live for more than just another day.

"That's fine. It doesn't have to be perfect. Just try to wake up sooner as opposed to too much later."

Her playful smirk appeared, only lingering for a few moments before disappearing into a more neutral look as fatigue finally lulled the princess into a peaceful slumber. Before she lost all of her consciousness, though, she managed to softly mumble, "Love you," one more time, gently nuzzling against John's chest as her breathing became calm, hinting she was completely asleep now.

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Shania wasn't certain either, but she could definitely feel the exact same things her brother was. There were moments where she was certain she was squeezing around the invading rod like a damned vice, and others were she almost swore - somehow - he was getting bigger inside her. Maybe it was both? How? Fuck if she knew, and frankly?

The last thing Shania did, in the end, was care much, if at all.

It all felt amazing and, much like Pocahontas, she didn't want any of this to end.

.... Unfortunately, she had been adamant on not going completely crazy this evening for certain reasons. And when they entered her mind once more, she bit on her lower lip, stifling herself while internally groaning. It was, somewhat sadly, probably for the best that she was about to cum. They needed quite a few things, one of which was to get some sleep.

Sure, the keyword may very well be 'some'. But as long as it was more than 'none' ... that was a good start.

"E-Emriiiiieeeeeeeeeee! Oh fuck, yes!"

Just feeling her already sensitive nipples getting touched and fondled roughly damn well nearly drove her over. But if only because it wouldn't be with her sibling? She held back, but damned if it didn't make her own body shudder and all but whine in protest.

"Y-You're driving me crazy! God, fuck! So goooooooooooooooooood!"

Her own set of lewd noises were mingling in with Emrie's and when she took a closer look at herself, she saw that she, too, would need a shower soon. Probably in the morning, more likely than not. Either way, sweat was beginning to trail down the valley of her chest, a few droplets collapsing onto the furs. Her hair was no doubt a mess and Emrie's was steadily becoming pretty unkept as the two continued fucking.

This would be quite the hot porno ...

Her cheeks flushed at the thought. If nothing else, it'd definitely be legal, and hell, tagged with a very popular kink; incest. Something to maybe consider later on?

A huge maybe indeed. There were a lot of unknown possibilities rushing through Shania.

The main thing she knew and was confident about finally arrived as her brother cried out, convulsed, and began to spurt copious jets of sperm deep inside Shania.

"Y-YES! ME TOO! EMRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"

Her muscles clamped again for the .... what time was it now? Millionth? Not literally, but it certainly felt as if she'd sucked around his member that many times. Either way, the familiar sensation registered, causing Shania to tremble with her brother as her own juices coated his cock, their cum now likely very thoroughly mixed with one another.

Shania's eyes lingered on the sight before her; that of Emrie embedded deep inside her newly deflowered pussy. The two of them breathing heavily, moaning and panting in ecstasy ... yet despite the naughty nature, they were both also incredibly content. Even Shania couldn't try to deny that part.

"T-That's ... that's fine. I don't think I can move too well anyway, but umm ... you feel really good, so ... "

Her cheeks burned harder as Shania gently added, "Please do stay inside me."

Those would be the last words Emrie would hear before a combination of pure exhaustion and small bits of disbelief with what had just occurred overtook the young Iroquois and helped her fall into a much needed sleep.

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Thankfully, Emrie would find when he woke up he had not had a very erotic dream. The sight of Shania still asleep, sprawled on the furs and still a bit sticky from their first session the night before would all spell out he'd actually done it. He'd fucked his own sister.

Likewise, Shania steadily stirring - more out of habit than anything Emrie had or hadn't done - helped her realize the exact same truths.

"So ... we really ... ??"

Before Shania could finish the sentence, a gentle knock from outside their tent. She had done so a bit reluctantly, but Pocahontas ensured at least she got up early enough. And although the fur covering her would likely become redundant soon enough, she had one clutched against her body, concealing most of her erotic areas in the process.

"Mhm. Neither of you were exactly quiet, either."

That definitely made Shania flush.

"At any rate," Pocahontas continued, "Before breakfast, we all probably need something else. So ... did you two wanna join us in a bath? We can discuss plans there."

Plans ... that was right. They had agreed that, somehow, they would deal with Kefka today. The reminder made Shania's heart sink. As far as she felt, they'd gotten away last time through little more than a fluke, maybe even dumb luck. How in the hell were they supposed to prepare for a man with no doubt stronger magic than anything she and Emrie could conjure combined, and ... ??

Well ... that's probably why Pocahontas is offering. To figure all of that and more out ...

Shania took a shaky breath, slowly nodding before finally mustering up enough courage to reply, "Yeah ... sure. That sounds like a smart idea. Give us a bit pf time to properly wake up and we'll be out."

Satisfied with the answer, Pocahontas gave her own silent nod and moved away, allowing the siblings to have some privacy, no matter how long it would last. Until then, she would move towards the designated area - which turned out to be the nearby river - and waited for everyone to arrive.
 

John Smith smiled and pulled his new found love closer to him. "I love you too." He said softly, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep as he held her. He awoke to the movement of his lover. The tittle seemed to fit better than wife, and he was a bit too young to be calling her a girlfriend, but he did indeed love her, and the morning light on her dark skin was a sight to behold. She was a painted goddess in the morning.

"You know this is a sight I could get used too in the mornings." He said giving her a kiss as she went to set up a bath for the two of them he went to gather some quick supplies and set up for a fire in the morning. They would need it once they were done their bath as they would have to make a quick meal, and it was better to set up these things ahead of time.

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Emrie had stayed up a few moments longer feeling his body warmed by his sisters, as he looked at Shania and followed the rise and fall of her breast content he kissed her cheek as he laid on top of her cuddling up to her. "Love you sis." He spoke quietly not wanting to wake her up and instead following her to sleep.

Come morning he was a touch sore, His body however was comfortable, and as he woke up he found he was still entangled, and very much inside of his sister, withdrawing himself a few moments as she started to stir, his morning wood popping up as he rubbed against her, but any thought of a sloppy morning sex was shaken out of him when Pocahontas arrived, and spoke about what happened, his face went a bit red, but honestly he was just happy, he finally had the person he loved, and had been pining after for a few years, he didn't really care if it was an appropriate relationship or not. No one really needed to know or question them.

He nodded, a bath sounded great, he wanted to feel hot water running over his body, and soap. Hot indoor plumbing, and two gorgeos women, the idea of a wife swap or something like an actual foursome passed his mind long enough for him to get a slight smirk about it. "Yeah we will be right out." He said softly waving to Pocahontas it was bad forum of course the only woman he ever had eyes for really was the one he was currently looking at. Shania had been everything he had wanted for a long time.

Getting up he stretched himself out. "Last night may actually be the single best sleep i've ever had." And there was no question as to why that was, Shania's warm body had been pressed to him for the entire night. Of course came the question if the two of them should really talk about their future.

They were about to fight a mad world ending clown, now really didn't seem like a great time to go future planning.

Helping Shania up he looked at her for a moment. "I love you." He said softly choosing to kiss her and move on out to the bath.

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He blinked looking at the cold flowing river, and every single thought he had about sex this morning seemed to fade with Emrie's complete disappointment. When he had been invited to share a bath he hadn't envisioned this. His modern sensibilities were repulsed. "That's not... a bath." He said softly. "It's a river." his voice dripping with disappointment.

John on the other hand walked over to the river and jumped in, as far as ways to wake up in the morning this was one of the best he could envision the water was cold, and sent a delightful shock over his entire body as he breached the surface easily able to stand. In the morning light the two men's bodies were once more completely on display, their differences more apparent now than they had been in the evening by the fire. John was taller, more muscular, his golden hair glowing on his chest, but the biggest differences between them were once again in the nether regions.

John's cock had a foreskin to retreat too, it's head hidden, and with the cold water his balls had shrunk much smaller than what Pocahontas had felt the night before, meanwhile Emrie the coward that he was still standing on dry land. His dick and balls were still thick and heavy with morning wood, and overly hopeful fantasies about how this bath was supposed to go. If he were to jump into that water, he had no doubt that he would loose his size but the sudden shock and shrinkage... instant blue balls, a lot of pain he didn't want to go into this early in the morning.

Emrie was shorter than John, his hair waxed off, even down his legs, as it helped make sure nothing would get caught in the gears of his bike, he was also fatter, less muscle. To Pocahontas's era fat was a sign of wealth, and a good harvest it meant that the people were in good health. To Emri's time it meant he had a bit of a beer gut and had been sucking it in subconsciously.
 
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