Chapter 4: Lazy Noons

Merlin got an early rise for the "day", rolling right out of bed, welcoming a cold splash, leaping out the cottage door, and magicking away the nighttime sky.

Watching his wizardry bring back the sun, he took one extravagant breath and said, "Time for discipline."

"Why did the sky get so BRIGHT just now!? C'mon, this is torture!"

Taking note of Axel's vocal awakening, Merlin then pondered out loud, "Where is Kairi? She can't still be out with Sora, can she…?"

Over in a somewhat distant part of the woods, where both physically interactive teens were wrapped and cuddled in a blanket, the sun had suddenly shown itself above the horizon, now slightly disturbing their slumber. It was enough for Sora to stir awake, and as he grabbed his phone and checked the time, he muttered, "Mornings are weird here."

Kairi, his designated little spoon, awakened and said, "I think that means Merlin hasn't fixed the time spell, yet."

"Oh, right…"

He embraced her, and they enjoyed the heavenly ambiance, and heavenly it was, what with the tweeting birds, the rustling leaves, the approaching footsteps, the light wind… It was everywhere they wanted to be.

And that remained the case even when Axel called over from ten feet away, "Yo! Are you two nude?!"

"Is that Lea…?" Kairi mumbled.

Sora glanced up. Then, he returned his head to hers, mumbling back, "Yeah."

Skipping the confirmation, Axel added, "All right. Cool. Merlin's lookin' for ya, and maybe avoid giving an old man a heart attack. Just a suggestion."

"We're not nude," Sora lied, notably still immobilized from his big spoon initiative.

"Oh, yeah? Then, stand up."

"Okay, fine…"

"Don't stand up, Sora." Kairi sounded serious.

-X-

"All righty, then…" Merlin exhaled, disappointment laden in his beard. "So, I hope you've been able to enjoy each other's…company…"

Axel was splitting his sides laughing, and Sora and Kairi were expertly ignoring him and the wizard, opting to proudly hold hands and gaze at each other. They hadn't been apart all morning, both preoccupied with one another or with some level of mischief on their phones. And though he hated to wrench apart their bond, Merlin still took it upon himself to initiate the departure, highly aware of all the time they'd lost thus far.

"Right, so…it is time we resumed training. And just to clarify with everyone, I shall also resume the time enchantment once Sora leaves—done manually, of course, along with the barrier, as well." Merlin cleared his throat. "Okay, so say goodbye."

"Don't forget about our plans for the future," Kairi reminded the somewhat forgetful father of her now-in-development child.

Not quite that forgetful, Sora replied, "And you don't overwork yourself. Be strong for the both of us. And smart, too."

"I've gotcha covered."

"I'm sick to my stomach," Axel revealed, thoroughly freed from his earlier fit of laughter.

Merlin shook his head, then eyeing either Sora or Kairi with a look of suspicion, but he shook that away, too.

And after their goodbye kiss was shared, Sora promised, "I'll get back on track before you know it."

"You better."

-X-

"I've not been able to track his exact location," Ansem reported. "Though, previous investigation revealed a repeatedly lost signal somewhere in this town."

Xemnas stated, "It's never been characteristic for Sora to fall off of our radar. All the more evidence that the old master's suspicions may hold weight."

Ansem added, "And my own suspicions lead me to believe that the boy is at the center of it all."

Xigbar then appeared from a Corridor of Darkness, walking out onto the same rooftop as his colleagues. Evidently privy to their conversation, Xigbar added, "The kid's been blippin' here, for sure. But, the question is, where does he scamper off to?"

"That information will surely be revealed," Ansem stated. "We won't sacrifice a single second of vigilance."

Xemnas narrowed his gaze. "Speak of the devil."

-X-

Olette typed, It's toward the end of the alley

Sitting in her room, she received another chat message from him, who asked, Should I hop the fence?

With a sharp laugh, Olette typed while exiting her room, Only if you want my dad to catch you! And then a series of "lols" and laughing emojis.

Casually, she snuck past her dad, who workshopped in the garage, and she ventured to the backyard, then leaning against the wall. After a new message dropped in her inbox, she read it and casually strolled to the back fence, then leaning against that as well.

"You over there?" she asked.

"…Huh? Where are you?"

She pulled up on the fence, spotting the spiky-headed hero putzing about further down. "Over here."

"Oh. Hey."

"Hey. How've you been?"

"Can't complain. You?"

"Can't complain, either. Hold on—I'm gonna hop over."

Sora warned, "Careful."

The sneaking lass cleared it with no issue. Joining for a hug, she squeezed tight and said, "I saw your dick."

"Yeah, that was all Kairi's idea—"

"How long have you two been doing it?"

"Just since yesterday, actually."

"Wow… So, why are you here?"

"Because…I wanted to see you hop that fence." Sora shrugged. "Guess my job here is done."

"Shut-up!" With mild violence, Olette's giggle shut him down.

But not for long. "So, you wanna hang out?"

"We can. Let's stay out of the streets, though. I told Hayner and Pence I'd be staying in today."

Astonished, Sora asked, "You're skipping school?"

"It's Saturday, dummy!"

"Oh. Lucky you."

While chatting it up, they ventured toward the end of the back alley, of which was a grassy trail between two rows of backyards. The trail curved into a narrow, hillside path before a wide view of the hills and mountains, and Sora and Olette took a seat beneath a tree. Continuing their conversation, Sora asked, "What do you wanna major in when you get there?"

"Something to do with math. You can do a lot with a math degree!"

"No doubt about that. What about sports?"

"I don't hate sports. I almost did track last year, but then I remembered I still want my ass."

"Your…ass? What was gonna happen to your ass?"

"Well…I noticed a lot of runners sacrifice their booties to be the best, and I don't really want to be the best, per se. Just active is fine with me."

Sora glanced down at what she was sitting on. "You know…I just noticed you've got a really big butt."

"Yeah, I make it hard to tell underneath these baggy pants." She stood up, turned away, and tightened the slack around her hips, offering a less shrouded view of her rearward curves. "Hayner and Pence usually act funny when I don't wear baggy pants."

"Holy smokes, Olette."

"I know—I kinda hate having to hide it all the time, too. But, that's the price I gotta pay, I guess."

"Holy smokes, Olette."

The thick academic turned back around, yelling, "Don't start acting like Hayner and Pence!"

"I think it's too late." Receiving a hot and bothered look, Sora asked, "Have they ever seen it?"

Entering the blush-zone, Olette sputtered, "W-what, you mean like, with nothing on?!"

"Or like a thong, or a swimsuit, or something see-through—"

"No, of course not! Except for the swimsuit part. We go to the beach a lot."

"I wonder why—"

"I wear swimming trunks! But even then… Whatever, never mind."

Sora asked, "What would you wear if you weren't worried about people staring?"

Olette thought about it for a hot second, maybe two. Then, "Definitely tights. Like, every chance I'd get."

"Long tights?"

"And short ones, too. And maybe even skirt dresses, who knows."

Sora pretended to visualize that which he held no concept of. "Ah. That sounds classy!"

Sitting back down next to him, Olette continued, "I guess I've got a lot of time to figure out my style. What do you think I'd look good in?"

"I like your style now. Not much I'd add."

Olette waited briefly before donning a look of surprise. "Really?"

Sora assured, "Really. I'd love to have your pants!"

With a substantial belly laugh, Olette asked, "What the heck, Sora…?"

"What? It looks like great material! You mind?"

"Go ahead."

Behold, he felt her material, though it was wildly clear he endeavored to feel her thigh in lieu of her actual clothing. Thus, another giggle was achieved from the stylish brunette, who asked, "Is that really how you feel material?"

"Well…" In just a matter of milliseconds, the proverbial script was about to be flipped. And it happened, "I'm trying to feel it, but your pants are in the way!"

And Olette took that complaint seriously, in a "soon to physically interact" type of way. After a validating laugh, she took his hand and criticized, "You should have said so sooner."

Sitting there with her on the edge of the mostly secluded pathway, Sora was granted access into Olette's awesome, kick-ass pants. While perfecting the angle of his reach, he leaned in close and inadvertently initiated a kiss. The kiss outlasted the girl's moans, weathered the boy's split attention, and culminated in a horizontal make-out sesh.

With dominance, the smooth hero laid into her neck, going all sentimental with the hand-holding, too. The result was Olette loving all of that, and during a quick interlude, she looked at him and asked, "You have a rubber?"

Sora was one step ahead. "You mean this?" He produced a condom from his pocket.

"Good boy~."

And the next step involved Sora rising to his knees, dropping his pants low, and fiddling with the borderline reprehensible task of equipping himself with the latex shield. Thankfully, he succeeded, just in time for Olette to discard her shoes, pants, and underwear, all in favor of the liberating union, mere seconds away from taking place, between herself and the high school dropout with so much potential.

Just like the last first-time, going inside was no quick ordeal, but patience was well with either party, as they ultimately preferred for time itself to stand still. And when he made his way in, he first relished in the fact that he was banging another pretty girl, and then relished in that same fact a second time. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth, and so forth.

Hips were being worked at a steady rate, and attention to detail was applied to all processes; every caress of the other's hair, every squeeze of the pleasure-giver's back, down to every second both tongues endured conflict, much work went into the deliverance of ecstasy. Or perhaps they were just so horned up that any and every twitch, let alone sex act, felt like heaven.

Alas, Sora started long-dicking it, making every stroke a big deal. And the receiving lady made it her top priority to voice her palpable pleasure. And Sora kept strokin'. And strokin'. Until he eventually opted for a pitstop.

Ever the schemer, Olette took advantage of his weakness, then sitting up to kiss him, and also to tell him, "You should take that condom off. I wanna suck your dick."

The rubber was removed before the end of her sentence, yet Sora still tried to appear timid about it, "Gee, I mean, like, sure, okay, if you want."

After a quick job switch, they proceeded to enjoy each other's company on third base, where Olette treated him like royalty. However, more important than his own kingdom's reign was the beautiful estate sitting too close-by to ignore.

"Holy smokes…"

She seemed indifferent, more intent on getting her fix. She didn't even slow down when the crass ass-man squeezed her booty with both hands, or when he pecked a cheek, or when he tested that same cheek with his teeth. She did, however, pause to moan when he accosted her loitering cat with probing fingertips. And that must have set her straight, for she abandoned fellatio and mounted him in reverse. From there, she rode him in kind, then taking off her shirt while Sora hit it raw from below.

And while watching her spectacular ass do the thing where it bounces, the slaying prince let his head rock back. Banging it out like this made that awkward purchase at the drug store from earlier very much worth it—never mind that it got discarded in a matter of minutes. What condom? Anyway, he was pretty close to shooting off, but he first sought more taxation on the thickest ass in Twilight Town.

Olette had taken it slow at the perfect time. Capitalizing on her dwindling strength, Sora brought them straight into a round of back-shots, and he didn't stop that until the mountaintop revealed itself—which was soon—and he pulled out, gripped the bubble butt, and spent it all between her cheeks. Much more was squeezed out by hand, a true act of not just sportsmanship, but also respect, and Sora played a great game, he stayed dominant on defense, and he looked forward to seeing the other team next season.

"I take it you're satisfied?" Olette asked him.

"Yeah," Sora exhaled, internally weeping a bit when she stood up, booty eclipsing his face.

Smirking over her shoulder, she jested, "It wasn't half bad for me, either."

"'Wasn't half bad'…? Hey, you know I could keep going—!"

"Oh, can you?" When she turned around, authoritatively standing over him, he fell back and welcomed another matchup. She did laugh at his antics, then seemingly fulfilling his wish when she stood overtop his loose dong, slowly descending in a suspenseful and seductive manner, but then she stopped. "I think I'll save it for next time."

"Whuh…? Are you sure…?"

Failing to ignore his act of thrusting against air, Olette commanded ineffectively, "Stop it…"

"Stop what?"

"You're gonna make me fuck you again!"

"I'm not seeing the problem—"

"I have to get back home—my dad might be looking for me!"

And while Olette got dressed, Sora offered his shirt as a towel, and she made good use of it. For some reason, Sora put the shirt back on. Moving on, after they said their amorous goodbyes, Sora hopped and skipped his way back to town. Though, he did pause momentarily, muttering, "I wonder where he went…"

Meanwhile, from across the alleyway, past a ditch, past another alleyway, and atop a roof, Ansem, Xigbar, and Xemnas had taken a seat on the architecture. Ansem's Dark Figure revealed itself from the roof's edge, converting from shadow to monster. Ansem then ascertained from its silence, "So, they have finished."

"Sheesh. Where to begin." Xigbar looked stuck between slightly amused and wholly confused.

As the Dark Figure disappeared, Xemnas stood up with either of his cohorts. He commented, "Without a doubt, that faint yet familiar power rests within Sora, but that isn't the most perplexing find from today, now is it?"

"Has he lost interest in the princess, and even the light itself?" the dark seeker pondered. "Was that even really Sora?"

Xigbar stated, "All I know is not one of us saw that coming. If that kid's still following his heart, then maybe he's turned away from the light."

"Many more questions have been raised as a result of our investigating," Xemnas echoed their befuddlement. "But of one thing, we can be certain: there is a direct connection between the mysterious power he holds and the recent activity he just partook in."

Opening a corridor, Ansem directed, "Come. We must provide an update for the old master."