Chapter 1: A Very Special Donation
Summary:
A perverted regular at the Seventh Heaven has made an offer to Tifa that she simply can't refuse. What starts as a reluctant means of getting AVALANCHE more funding turns into a surprising partnership as Tifa begins to wrap the stammering nerd around her finger.
Chapter Text
*knock* *knock* *knock*
Tifa took in a sharp intake of breath. Well, she had knocked on the door. There was no turning back now…well, there WAS actually. She could just run off before he opened-
*creaaaak*
“C-Come in.”
Too late. Welp…
Tifa Lockhart looked at the man who had paid money to fuck her.
It turned out that terrorist organizations cost money to run. Like, a LOT of money to run. Especially when your main enemy is the primary employer of the entire city, with tendrils running through practically every business that could conceivably give you a hand.
Barret had tried to downplay the issues, but Tifa was hardly ignorant to their troubles. If they wanted to keep hitting Shinra where it hurt, they needed to be able to afford the weapons and equipment they used to do it. Not to mention all kinds of extra funds for the little details. Information, hush money, bribes. It all added up.
While wondering if there was any way she could help the cause, Tifa received a crudely doodled lifeline, left on her bar by what was claimed to be a regular patron. It included his address, a request for her to visit, and an eye-poppingly large stack of gil with the promise of more if she agreed.
Tifa wasn’t naïve enough to not know what this was all about, she had been propositioned plenty of times by her unruly clientele. But not when she was desperate for cash…and not from anyone willing to slap down such a hefty sum without even having the promise she was going to come along…
So she’d gone. Avalanche was very, VERY lucky to have Tifa in their ranks.
But not as lucky as the grinning nerd who opened the door was. He had scored himself a night with the one and only Tifa Lockhart, after all.
He was about what Tifa had expected. Greasy short hair, large fogged-up glasses, a leering grin on his lips. He was a bit overweight, wearing a white shirt that didn’t quite fit and a pair of slacks that seemed too tight. Not that Tifa was a stranger to the troubles of clothing being too small to fit you, mind you.
“W-Well? Come in…” He asked again as Tifa looked him up and down. Right. Time to get into “work mode”. She gripped the bag she was carrying around her shoulder, filled with stuff she might just need before the day was done. Then Tifa put on a sweet smile and tilted her head cutely.
“Thank you very much.” She stepped into the apartment, and instantly wished she hadn’t.
It stunk of sex. No, not sex. This guy clearly wasn’t having sex. No, it stunk of cum. Specifically thick, yellowish, wasted cum that had been shot into tissues and towels and sex-toys over and over and over again. A thick haze of sweat and spunk descended across Tifa as she stepped into the man’s jerk-off den. Her nostrils twitched and she held back a grunt of irritation. He could have least cleaned up first…
…she glanced at the trashcan filled with wet, sodden, cum-stained tissues…how long had they been there? From how full it was, at least a month? Gross…
Right. Work mode. She hadn’t come here expecting it to be the Honeybee Inn.
“Well then…I came, as you asked. I…can assume why you called me here.” Tifa stated, sweeping the hair from across her face and crossing her arms across her hefty tits.
She hadn’t exactly dressed fancy for her little “date” but she looked as unspeakably stunning as ever. Her tight white tube top bulged from the amazing firmness of her massive tits, her pert ass perfectly fit the short leather skirt she had on. Her luscious black hair went all the way down to her ass, tied back in an amazing style. Her gorgeous face was lit up with soft, kissable lips and dazzling eyes. This was the Tifa everyone saw when they visited the Seventh Heaven, a flowering rose in a garden of filth that was the slums.
And now…the man giggled to himself…now she was all his.
Tifa turned her nose up slightly. Even his giggles were gross.
His name was Treck, an aimless nerd who spent many of his days frequenting bars and clubs by himself, spending the money his rich parents gave him on attempting to get into the pants of women so far out of his league they were practically on a different continent. His attempts had met with less than success, and when he had overheard that Tifa was having money troubles while drinking at her bar, he had worked up the nerve to make the biggest gamble of his life. Somehow, it had paid off.
Treck swallowed hard. He was in the presence of sexuality itself. A figure of curvy, womanly perfection that ticked every check-mark in looks, figure, and even scent. Gods, her scent…she smelled soooo good…Treck gulped again. He was drooling. He looked down at the dipping curve of Tifa’s tits, their weight and softness dragging her tube top downwards to display a truly epic valley of cleavage.
“H-Here…” Treck showed off a wad of bills, at least three times the size of what he had originally shown off at the bar. Tifa’s eyes went wide as he fanned the wad before her. “Y-Your tits…I want to fuck your tits…”
Tifa resisted rolling her eyes. Of course he did. Everyone did.
Still, out of all the possible things that this guy could demand, a tit-fuck was one of the better options. If he had gone straight to demanding she drop her panties and bend over for him, she might have just snapped and caved his face in with a right-hook. But he was a virgin, that much was obvious, and virgins dreamed about tit-fucks all day, every day. Hell, the majority of those wadded up cum-tissues were probably produced from this guy thinking about tit-fucks.
Probably HER tit-fucks…
Tifa didn’t respond verbally. She simply gripped the bottom of her white tube top and lifted it up in a quick motion. She wasn’t wearing a bra. No point. Bras were expensive at her size and she had a feeling she wouldn’t be keeping it on.
Treck’s jaw dropped as Tifa’s bouncing, swinging milkers flopped out, the pale orbs of succulent tit-meat dancing before his eyes from the intensity of her lifting her shirt up. The sweet smell of a woman began to fight against the cloying, pungent scent of a virgin male in heat, but it could only do so much against the stink of the room. Tifa moved to sit on the edge of Treck’s messy bed and cupped her massive tits from underneath, glancing towards him with a smile on her lips and an impatient expression in her eyes. Treck began to violently unbuckle his pants that were starting to feel even tighter and more uncomfortable.
“Let’s see what this dork is packing then. If he’s willing to pay this much for just a titfuck, he’s probably pretty desperate. Can’t be dealing with that mu-”
*FLUMP*
Now it was Tifa’s turn to gawp with wide eyes. Whatever else she could say about this guy, there was one thing she would have no choice but to give him: he was hung like a fucking pack-mule.
A distended length of throbbing, veiny cock eagerly twitched and bucked before Tifa’s lap, a grotesque shaft of pussy-stretching meat that could absolutely RUIN naive, pretty young club-goers. It was less of a cock and more of a fucking weapon, thick as a club and as heavy as one. If this panting brute had managed to succeed in getting his hands on some ass-shaking beauty during his bar crawling, the poor thing would be subjected to the cock of a fucking beast with the libido to match. They’d either come out of the ordeal swearing off men entirely…or become totally dependent on getting dicked down by ugly, oversized, bloated fuck-rods.
And the stench. THE. STENCH! His balls were swollen up like beanbags, utterly reeking of spent cum, ball-grease, musky sweat…did he expect HER to give those massive jizz-tanks a wash? He probably did. This was the kind of guy who watched so much hentai that he assumed it was part of the package deal. Tifa could lather up those spunk-spheres with as much soap as she could find, she still didn’t think it would make much difference. This stench was natural…primal…some guys are just born to smell like a farm-house, Tifa supposed. Animalistic and raw.
Her breath got heavier and hotter. It was a natural reaction. The stink of sex and cum was getting huffed into her lugs, and whether she liked it or not her tight little kitty between her legs was starting to wake up, the smell of a male ready to bred and mate activating instincts inside Tifa that had long been thought dormant. If Treck had more experience, he might have noticed the slight blush on Tifa’s face as she narrowed her eyes and shot daggers at his gross nerd dick. But he couldn’t notice anything that wasn’t Tifa’s absolutely stunning naked rack.
“W-Well then…get over here…” Tifa remarked, glancing up at Treck’s face with a raised eyebrow.
“U-Umm…” Treck gulped, working up some nerve. “I-I’m paying you so…can you ca-you have to call me Master!” His grin was nervous. A hentai addict, through and through…
Tifa couldn’t hold herself back from rolling her eyes this time. “Get over here “Master” and fuck my tits already.” She remarked with a gruff voice. Treck staggered over, his cock throbbing in approval, and shoved it forward into the plump heaven of tit-meat that was awaiting him. Her soft, jiggling tit-hole accepted Treck’s rigid fuck-club inside with all the grace and warmth of saint, wrapping around his sensitive cock-shaft and squeezing around it tightly.
Tifa’s tit-fuck was the secret Eighth Heaven, a flawless, crushing delight of softness and squishiness that could turn raging brutes into gooey-brained idiots. Treck had spent days upon days dreaming about how good this would feel, and not a single one of his fantasies came CLOSE to matching the truth of Tifa’s legendary tit-fuck. She pressed her palms against the sides of her G-cups and pressed hard, her immense strength creating an inescapable cock-sleeve that was completely under HER control. Treck could buck his hips and whine and squeal like a pig but he was trapped and helpless in her breast-grip, only able to experience the speech-stunting delights of the single greatest pair of tits in Midgar.
While Treck was in heaven, Tifa was at work. She frowned at the slick layer of cock-grease spreading out across her voluminous tits, marking her with the stench of sex. God, she’d be showering for hours to get the smell off, or she’d be getting curious looks and knowing smirks from Jessie all day tomorrow. Hmph. Flirty little brat, wiggling her hips at the patrons and winking at Cloud whenever she thought Tifa was looking away. She’d probably be down on her knees for a nerd this hung without taking even a single gil as payment. At least Tifa was doing this for a good reason…
With all that being said…damn…this cock was HUGE. Tifa had never seen one this size, let alone wrapped her tits around one. There was definitely something to be said about facing off against a cock this size with her own gargantuan funbags. Most cocks would be completely lost in the overwhelming cushions of her chest, hidden away as they were crushed and squeezed until a thin trail of oozing cum spluttered out from the bottom of her rack. But as Tifa shifted herself around and let Treck move closer, his massive meat stuck out proudly from the top of her fat tits! She was secretly quite impressed…if not a little dizzy from the potency of the pre-cum dribbling down from his apple-sized cock-head. Damn, it was as thick as custard…
“H-Hey…”Master…” Tifa said the word in as sarcastic a tone as she could muster, “You know…you really shouldn’t save up for too long before meeting a girl, yeah? I don’t know if you’ve been reading some…uhh…private reading material or whatever, but seriously, you should probably have jerked off at least once this week. Your balls might explode otherwise…”
Tifa’s comment was met with another sticky spurt of pre-cum that fell down and splattered on her tits. Ahhh…she was going to seriously REEK of sex after this…
“U-Uuugh…” Treck grunted, his toes curling with pleasure. “Y-Yesterday…”
“Hmm?” Tifa looked up with a raised eyebrow.
“I-I got excited…and came a bunch yesterday…f-filled up my bucket…uuugggh…”
Even his groans were gross! Wait, what had he said? He filled up his bucket yesterday? Tifa glanced over at the cum-tissue stuffed wastebin. He surely didn’t mean that, right? That much in one day? N-No way…if that was true…
“Oooggeeee…g-g-gonna cuuuum…” Treck grunted in a more high-pitched voice. “A-Already gonna cuuuum…”
Oh shit.
Tifa was about to get fucking drowned in a shower of yellowing, chunky, bubbling ball-batter.
Tifa acted quickly, reaching down into her bag and scrambling for a condom. The biggest she could find, it would have to be! She found it, an absolute monster of a condom that she taken along mostly for a laugh, to show off and pretend that she had a boyfriend at home who used one that size in case her client started trying to talk tough and be like “Be my woman instead!” She had never assumed she’d actually need it for a real situation…
Tifa tore it open and rammed it down onto the pulsing tip of Treck’s cock, just a single second away from utter disaster. The first rope of creamy cock-goop spurted out in a violent rope upwards, so strong that Tifa had to grab the bottom of the condom to ensure it didn’t go flying off! It was followed by several more epic blasts of cum that flooded the rubber container full, the massive weight of jizz holding it down, filling it like a water balloon.
Tifa could roll her eyes as hard as she wanted but she had to admit, she had NEVER seen anything like this before in her life. The sheer virility on display was astounding. Rope after rope after bubbling, frothing rope of gooey cum spurted out, Tifa wondered if the condom was going to break in her hands as she held it gently. It continue to swell up, a rubbery sack of sloshing fuck-juice that felt warm and jiggly to the touch. Treck continued to let out soft squeals and groans as his balls rose upwards, aggressively spurting out as many streams of jizz as his body would allow.
When he was finally finished, Tifa tied the tip of the condom and held the gargantuan nut-balloon in her hands, eyes wide and jaw dropped. There was enough cum in his condom to breed every bitch in the Seventh Heaven twice over…and he had been trying to spurt this much out all over Tifa?!
“Yoooou…” Tifa growled, “You were trying to drench me in THIS?! This fucking flood of cum!? Did you WANT me to walk back home, drowning in your fucking cock-sauce? Urgh, don’t even answer that, of course you did! You thought that this much cash was worth me showering in your fucking nut-slop, huh? Drenching me from head to toe in your yellowing, rank, pungent wrigglers? You one-man bukkake, I should kick your goddamn ass!” Tifa let loose with a barrage of words, catching Treck off-guard and causing him to stagger backwards, his cock flopping around between his legs…before starting to twitch and get harder all over again before Tifa’s eyes.
“S-Sorry sorry sorry! I didn’t think about it, I just didn’t think!” Treck whimpered, the fear on his face contrasting with the impressive bulk of his hard-on. Tifa cooled down and sighed, glancing down at the condom wiggling in her palms. It was seriously…huge…damn, why’d a nerd like this guy get to wield a fucking meat-stick like that? Sorry, handsome guys of Midgar, but this one bar-crawling loser was probably packing more inches than the rest of you put together. Tifa guessed it was just reality compensating Treck for everything else he had going on…Cloud was a stud, that was for sure. But even he couldn’t match a cannon like this one…
“Haa…whatever, it’s fine, crisis averted…” Tifa shook her head, “Right, I’ll just take my pay and head off then. Leave you to deal with…this.” She gently, VERY gently put the condom down on the bed. That shit was ready to burst, and Tifa’s tits already stank of Treck’s cock without the added help.
“U-Umm…” Treck started to ask, “W-Well…I mean, I only came once so…”
Tifa shot him a glowering look and Treck changed his tune quickly.
”S-S-So can I hire you again??! I mean…I have more money so…”
Tifa’s glower changed into a confused eyebrow raise. “Are you sure, buddy? I tried my best at the start to be…well…gentle…but I think you’ve seen the real me by now. I’ve got a nice pair of tits, that’s for damn sure, but I’ve not got an attitude to match. You could take that cash and spend it on a girl who’ll give you a full experience. You know…who would actually be nice?”
Treck gulped heavily, looking down on the ground. “Yeah but…uhh…I mean…y-you don’t just have a nice pair of tits…you’ve got a really, really, REALLY nice pair of tits so…”
Tifa rolled her eyes harder than she had ever done in her entire life. Her jiggling jugs had gotten her into some crazy situations before, but this guy was something else.
“...ehh, fine. I still need the cash.” Tifa shrugged, her naked tits bouncing as she did so. The voluminous mounds of meat practically had a mind of their own, dancing around with each breath or sigh or movement Tifa made. It was what had drawn Treck’s eye in the first place. Sadly for him, Tifa pulled her shirt back down, gave it a sniff and a wince, and made her way towards the door.
“I guess you know where to find me when you’re ready for more, then.” Tifa remarked casually as she closed the door behind her.
The very next day.
Literally the very next day, a note once again appeared on Tifa’s bar with a wad of a cash and a familiarly scrawled message asking to see her in private.
Tifa was surprised…but not too surprised. This guy was in deep, totally trapped under the spell of Tifa’s massive milkers that had ensnared so many lost souls before. Not to mention, if he was seriously stuffing entire trashcans full of cock-sludge every single day…sat in that nasty apartment, jerking his horse-sized rod till a muggy rope of rancid fuck-batter blurted out the tip in an unbroken rope…every single day, pumping that oversized shaft, thinking of Tifa and her awe-inspiring tits. Cleaning it up with sheet after sheet of tissue that could barely take even a little of his cum before becoming ruined and broken…just like the image of Tifa that was stuck in his foul, sex-stuffed mind.
Well fuck. It was KIND of a turn-on. Not that Tifa would ever admit it.
Though there was one difference in the note. Something that set off a little alarm bell in Tifa’s mind.
“Wear stockings”
Tifa brought the note closer to her face and narrowed her eyes as she read it before sighing.
“He’s totally going to fuck my thighs in stockings…”
So in the evening, Tifa prepared to make her back to Treck’s apartment. She had considered not going, letting him stew in his abundant juices for a while before eventually gracing him with her presence…but shit, if he was really going to give her that much money just for a thigh-fuck, that was a pretty good deal. A thigh-fuck was as easy as a tit-job.
Tifa had put a little more effort into her attire this time around. At the very least, if Treck wanted Tifa’s legs, he was going to get Tifa’s legs. She had added a waist-length half-cut brown jacket that really helped show off her tits, but the main changes were her shorter skirt, her thigh-high black stockings, and a set of classy high heels that clacked along the stone floor towards the apartment.
Was this guy into getting stepped on by high heels? Tifa had no idea, but there was no harm in bringing them just in case.
It was only when she was leaving her own apartment and took a look in the mirror that Tifa really got an idea of what she looked like. With her handbag slung over her shoulder and a layer of make-up on her face, dressed up and ready to walk the Midgar slums, to go fuck for money…
She looked like a whore.
Tifa took a moment to ponder that thought, then pursed her lips and nodded at her reflection with an impressed expression. She looked like a whore, but damn, she looked good as one…Maybe this nerd was onto something with the stockings idea. She'd never seen her legs look this sexy.
“Piece of shit is sooo lucky I need that cash…” Tifa puckered her lips and ensured her lipstick looked spot on. “Alright, let’s go drain that big dick.”
“H-HAAA…HOOO…”
Treck could barely even breathe when he took a look at Tifa, his eyes bulging out of his head like an ape as his pants audibly began to tear and rip from the sudden, powerful boner that sprung forth when he opened the door.
Tifa tsked at his expression. “Alright, alright, let me get in there already.” She shoved Treck aside and strode into his apartment, mentally preparing herself for the wave of stink…
Oh God, it was TEN TIMES WORSE.
Tifa had assumed, rather naively, that Treck would have cleaned out his cum-bucket before inviting her back to his place this time. He had not. The mountain of tissue wads had in fact GROWN overnight, but that wasn’t the only thing now…
Tifa glared at the corner of the room. She could see a jiggling, liquid-stuffed balloon sat there, and realized it was the same condom that she had used to contain Treck’s geyser-like cum-shot yesterday. But now it wasn’t alone. TWELVE FUCKING READY-TO-BURST CONDOMS FILLED WITH MILKSHAKE-THICK BALL-SLOP WERE WAITING FOR TIFA TO LOOK AT. They were clearly fresh, and clearly displayed as if they were meant for Tifa to see.
Treck grinned, his gross expression making it clear he was hoping this would impress Tifa. How much porn had this guy watched to think that leaving this out on display was a positive courting technique?
…okay fine, fuck it, it was a LITTLE impressive. If this guy ever got a girlfriend, the poor thing would be pregnant ten times over before this lurching brute was done with his first cumshot…
“Oh God…” Tifa grunted and turned to Treck with fury in her eyes, “Are you fucking kidding me? You had BETTER be paying extra if you’re gonna subject me to sniffing that fucking shrine to your dick-sauce you’ve set up.” She dropped her bag on the bed and crossed her arms, glaring down at the shorter man before her with her nose upturned.
Treck gulped, not good with dealing with women in general, let alone one who was so willing to berate him like this. He thumbed through the wad of cash in his hands, and reaching into his pocket to draw out a few extra notes. Okay, so he WAS willing to pay extra then. Tifa sighed. Guess she’d be dealing with that bubbling mess of dick-goop seeping into the air she was breathing…
Oh how Tifa HATED that it was turning her on…why’d her body have to be so damned slutty? Fuck, she really was a whore…💗
“So what do you want to do tonight? I’m guessing the stockings have something to do with it…” Tifa asked, tilting her hips slightly as she raised an eyebrow at Treck. He grinned and nodded, moving past her to sit down on the bed. When he did, he patted down on his lap.
“S-Sit here…please?” For someone who wanted to be called “Master” he was oddly polite about it. Maybe he could just sense there were limits he couldn’t risk crossing with Tifa.
Tifa looked down at Treck and a knowing smirk crossed her lips. “Look…Treck, wasn’t it? There’s no point in playing coy with me. You’ve literally got a fucking pile of your packed-up ball-sludge sitting in the corner, stinking so much it makes my head spin. You want me to sit on your lap? Nah, you want me to sit on your lap and crush your fucking dick with my thighs. Pull your stupidly huge cock out of those tattered old pants and let me do my job. Got it?”
Treck gulped hard, licking his lips at Tifa’s strict words. The funny thing is, he really had thought he would be in control when he hired Tifa to fuck him. He had the money after all, and she needed it. But he was the one getting bossed around…
…but the desire of being the one in control was outweighed the lust Treck felt looking at those strong, meaty thighs squished into Tifa’s tight stockings…
*ZIIIP*
Out flopped the fuck-beast. The enemy of decent women. Tifa could practically smell the women of Midgar going into heat when this bloated fuck-shaft burst out into the open, tainting the air with its stench and heat. Dangerous. Very, very dangerous.❤💕
Tifa was the one who gulped this time. Damn, there was no getting used to that thing…towering up and spurting out pre-cum already like a monolith…
So Tifa turned her back on Treck and stepped towards him, wiggling her butt in his face before taking a seat, adjusting herself so his huge cock was stuffed between her stocking-clad thighs. Trent let out a low groan as he felt Tifa’s legs tighten around his thick cock-shaft, and Tifa let out a soft sigh as the heat and heft of the cock between her legs throbbed enticingly.
“There we go…nice and comfy…” Tifa remarked, a lightness in her voice that hadn’t been there last night, like she was getting used to dealing with this pervert already. Not to mention, it was rare for her to get asked to do something like this. Any time she had a lover round or got attention, it was pretty much always thanks to her bouncing sweater-puppies. So if this creep wanted to appreciate her legs, she could at least make sure he got his money’s worth.
Tifa started to rub her thighs together, alternating their movements and letting their plump meat rub against the twitching horse-sized shaft between them. Her thighs were muscular and large from years of training, but like with her tits, even they were outmatched by this huge cock. But with her initial disdain for Treck having softened, the more competitive side of Tifa started to come out. She grinned as she pressed her thighs together, the club-like meat of the cock stuffed between her thighs compressing under her hellish softness.
“FUGGGOOOGH!!!” Treck cried out in a noise Tifa had never heard from another human being. It was a mix of pain and absolute pleasure as his hard dick was gripped and toyed with. Tifa grinned and rubbed her ass around in a circle on Treck’s lap, feeling utterly superior as he writhed on the bed.
“Oh what’s this? Thought you’d have a little fun with my thighs and let your dick-juice fly like you’re getting some sweet little handjob or something? Thought you’d go pump-pump-pump and squirt all soft and gentle? No way, you should have known what you were getting into when you saw the muscle on me, you horny fuck. You wanted MY thighs, you’ll get them and everything that comes with them. I do NOT give gentle thigh-fucks, asshole~💞”
“GOOOOOOOD!” Treck cried out, absolutely loving every second of Tifa’s harsh grip. Her grin got wider and her eyes lidded as she got the a-okay to keep going.
“Alright you walking fucking cock, grit your teeth and try to hold on. If I’m gonna do this, we’re doing it RIGHT!” Tifa clenched her thighs and bit her bottom lip, the heat and stench of Treck’s cock pulsing through her stocking-clad legs. Fuck…FUCK he was so hung…definitely a cock worth punishing.
Tifa began to bounce her dumptruck ass up and down while she trapped Treck’s cock between her legs, creating an assault of various sensations that sent shivers rocketing down his spine. He let out pig-like squeals and howls, his hot breath tickling Tifa’s neck as he shuddered behind her. It was gross as hell, but the signs of his growing arousal made Tifa increase the speed of her motions. The intensity of his burly dicks throbbing helped her set the pace as she absolutely dominated the over-hung pervert.
“Just imagine it’s one of your fuck-toys or something, close your eyes and think of this sweaty cock slipping into a nice, tight, gooey hole…” panted Tifa with a twisted smile on her face, “Not that any of your fucking cock-toys probably last more than a day. You probably rip them in two when you get even half of this fucking beast inside them. No wonder you’ve not got a woman to deal with this problem herself, they’d probably take one fucking look at your dick and run screaming for the hills! What’s it like having a cock that’s made for BREAKING girls, not fucking them?!”
*THROB* *THROB* Oh shit, that was a BIG one. Treck’s cock practically swelled up like snake rearing up on its prey after Tifa’s dirty talk. She nearly got thrown off her balance! Stupid horse-cock, trying to fight back against her thunder-thighs? Little pig bitch needed to know who he was dealing with. He was totally out of his league in every single way!
“W-What, does me talking about fuck-toys and ruining girls with your big, hard cock get you going? Good, if it makes you cum faster. Remember, you get to shoot out one tiny little bathtubs worth of cum before I head home. Unlike SOME greasy fat-dicked guys I could name, I’ve got things I need to do tonight…besides draining your fucking spunk-tanks…💗💕” Tifa pushed her back up against Treck’s flabby belly, ensuring his body was completely wrapped up in her warmth, her scent, her touch. There was no escape from the prison of her glorious thighs.
“GRRKKKGGRGGLLL----n-nice gooey hole…T-Tifa’s nice gooey hoooole…” Treck babbled out with his tongue hanging from his mouth. Oh lord, he wasn’t just thinking about any old fuck-toy. He was thinking about turning Tifa’s perfect pussy into one! Urgh, the sheer nerve of his guy…
Tifa grimaced, the sneer on her face not quite matching the lust in her eyes. “Oh what, now you’re thinking of fucking me raw or something? Stuffing this monster in me raw, getting nice and deep? Keep dreaming. There’s not enough gil in Midgar to make me slip this thing inside my poor pussy. I’d be walking funny for the rest of the damned week!”
Treck grit his teeth, steam snorting out through his nose as he reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a massive pile of cash, shakily thrusting it forward for Tifa to see.
“A-A-A-ALL OF IT! ALL OF IT! I-I’LL GIVE YOU ALL OF IT IF YOU LET ME FUCK YOUR PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY!!!!” His cock was violently shaking now, cum bubbling up from the tip and drooling down onto Tifa’s legs, soaking her stockings in his seed as he prepared to burst out his spunk. If this load seriously went inside her…
…
...well…
…
…nah.💞
“Too bad, smooth-talker.” Tifa smirked at his desperation with a hint of pride in how crazy she had driven him, “You’ll have to make do with knocking up my thigh-pussy.💞” With that, Tifa SQUEEZED as hard as she could. The sounds coming from Treck’s throat went silent as all voice and reason left his mind, a pencil-thick spurt of chowder-thick spunk flying up into the air before Tifa’s eyes.
“Wait shit I forgot the condo-”
Tifa was absolutely fucking drenched in rope after rope after rope of putrid, steaming cock-sauce, each single droplet potent enough that Tifa could practically feel it wriggling on her skin, seeking out fresh eggs to take over and breed even in this hopeless state. Warm, gooey ball-muck absolutely showered down on her, drenching her ample cleavage and sticky thighs in the evidence of Treck’s colossal orgasm. Tifa gasped and grunted, feeling the weight of his potent seed splatter down on her. Her gasp allowed a dribble of cum to slip between her lips, and she accidentally gulped the concoction down. The taste of cum flooded her throat and mouth. She felt like her breath would reek of jizz for a week…
“AGGHH…FUUUUCK…W-WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CUM LIKE A FUCKING RACE-HORSE IN HEAT?! Y-YOU DAMNED PERVERT! DROWN IN YOUR OWN SPUNK, IDIOT! URRGGH…” Tifa growled as sniffed around her, absolutely drenched in this aphrodisiac-like cum that warped the very air around her. God…why the fuck was her pussy DROOLING about all this? She did NOT want this to be the way she discovered a new fetish for being showered in fucking spunk!
“OOogggGGggnnnNnn…” Treck grumbled, dizzy from having the strongest orgasm of his entire life. Tifa stood up, dripping with cum as she glared at his satisfied face.
“Y-You seriously just…urgh…fucking DROWNED me in jizz…s-seriously, all those condoms and you’re STILL cumming this much?! F-Freak of cock…absolutely fuckin’ inhuman, just a ball-bloated machine made to spurt cum out…oogh…s-stinks…” Tifa licked her lips and winced. She hadn’t meant to gulp down the cum on her lips! She was just…damn, her head wasn’t working right now…
”S-Sorrrryyyy…” Treck babbled in blissful wonder, his face suggesting he wasn’t sorry at all. Tifa growled and clenched her fists tightly. “T-There’s a shower if you wanna…uhhh…shower…”
Tifa took in a deep breath to soothe herself. Bad idea. Now she just had cum-scent wafting around her mind. Fuck…that stupid cock that had caused this was still hard too…part of her wanted to grab that fucking thing and jerk it off between her damned hands so hard he came a thousand fucking times and could never drench a girl in his cum ever again…maybe stuff it between her huge tits and just…
“...yeah, a shower sounds good…I need to cool down…” Tifa sighed, slipping off her jacket.
Treck asked if he could join her for a shower. Tifa declined the offer. She eventually made her way home by taking one of Treck’s coats to cover herself. She offered to give it back when he inevitably showed up at the bar again to pay her more money.
The very next day. Again.
Tifa’s eye twitched as she read the note that had been slipped to her across the bar. A familiar wad of cash looked back at her…and a pair of panties…
…with a hole in the back of them…
“Triple pay.” The note said.
Tifa was going to have to have a talk with Treck about this one…
“Anal. Really. You heard me talking about breaking girls with that fucking meat cannon the other day and you decided to ask me for anal.”
Tifa had her arms crossed as she glowered down at Treck as he sat on the bed, his darting eyes avoiding her gaze. He nodded quickly.
“I-I-I know p-pussy is off limits…” he stammered, “I-I get it but…maybe? I thought? For extra?”
Tifa pinched the bridge of her nose. “The point isn’t…buddy, look. You have a fucking GIGALITH of a cock. It’s huge. It’s massive. It could knock out a goddamn elephant. Do you really think I could fit that thing in my ass even if I wanted to?”
“Yeah.”
Tifa was taken aback by his very quick response. “Whu…what makes you think that?”
“I-I’ve watched videos! I’ve seen girls take…r-really big things…and your butt is bigger than mo-” Treck cut himself off as he saw Tifa’s surprised eyes narrow into angry ones. Being told her boobs were bigger than other girls was one thing. Being told her ass was bigger was a little more personal…
…not that he was WRONG per se. Tifa was carting around a jaw-droppingly meaty ass, trained to perfection from years of squats and stretches. It wasn’t just big, it was shaped like it had been fashioned by the Gods themselves. Someone had an image in mind when they put Tifa’s unbearably sexy body together, that was for sure. Maybe there was a deity up there using the image of Tifa as jerk-off material right now, his greatest work…
But still…even if she was blessed with a dumptruck ass, Tifa was balking at the idea of taking in that thick tube of cum-spurting fuck-meat…
“I-I mean…you DO need the money, right? I-I mean…I keep overhearing it at the bar and…w-well…I’ll pay triple! C-Come on, please? Please? I-I bet your ass can take it! Y-You’re Tifa Lockhart! There’s no way you’ll lose to cock, right?” Treck grinned as he kept talking, even bringing in some of the most infamous hentai lines he could to try and win Tifa over.
Tifa sneered, but didn’t outright refuse. She pondered the idea, mulling it over in her head as she locked eyes with the bulge in Treck’s pants…
“...I know it’s stupid but…I don’t want to even THINK that this hung idiot could get the better of me…it’s just like yesterday, this cock brings out the worst in me…”
Tifa closed her eyes and sniffed in heavily. It was a bit easier today, Treck had actually cleaned the floor of condoms and cum-tissues to try and keep Tifa in a good mood for his daring request.
“...haaaaa…you got lube?”
“H-Huh?”
“Lube, dingus. We’ll need a LOT of lube.”
“S-So you’ll…”
Tifa turned her back to Treck and flipped her skirt up, revealing her bubble-butt in all its glory…and the pair of panties that Treck had sent her wrapped around it. She hadn’t exactly come here with the intention of agreeing to his request but…a girl can never be TOO prepared.
“I’ve changed my mind. Your cock isn’t going to be breaking any girl from now on. Because I’m going to fucking break it myself with my ass.❤💞”
Glossy, wobbly mountains of pale ass-meat, drenched in oil and lathered to perfection. Bent over so her heavy tits were pressed up on the bed of a greasy nerd about to reshape her fuck-hole. Slutty black panties with a hole designed for anal-sex, sucked deep into the crack of her brain-busting booty.
How had it come to this, Tifa wondered. If this guy had asked for anal sex the first time, she would have swung her leg up to collide with his balls and told him to go fuck himself instead of her butt.
But now she was here, bent over and red-faced as she pouted impatiently at the lube-slick, vein-popping cock. A cock of size and power, one that didn’t belong to a man like this. A potent pillar of sheer masculinity, ready to plunge into depths unknown and claim Tifa’s ass for itself.
It just made no sense. Tifa was out of his league. So far out of his league as to be on another continent. Yet here she was, reaching her slender fingers around to grab her own thick ass-cheeks and spread them for the viewing pleasure of this drooling ape, his club-cock throbbing in his hands. As big as Tifa’s arm. Her wet asshole puckered up like it was winking coquettishly at the overweight brute…
…and the worst part? The absolute worst part that would have Tifa rolling around in frustration on her bed, face in her hands, for the entire week to come?
She didn’t hate it.
Fuck it. She kind of liked it.
Tifa was turned on more than she had been in years under the perverted gaze of this dick-heavy dork.
“...well don’t keep me in suspense…” Tifa uttered in an impatient voice, “You know what comes next. Oh, and I think this should be obvious…but no *mistakes* back there. No “Oops I slipped, wrong hole!” from you. If I even FEEL that burly, dripping cock-head get near my pussy, I swear I’ll-”
“G-Got it, got it!” Treck gulped, shakily pressing his cock-head up against Tifa’s asshole. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut.
“Goddamnit…I’m a fucking anal-whore…” Tifa whispered to herself in a hot, heavy breath.💖
Treck shoved inside. Tifa’s eyes shot open and her knuckles went white from clenching her finger so hard.
“GRRRRKKKK-GGGRRRKKKK---GGRRGGGGHHHHH…OOOGGGHHHN…💗💔” Tifa howled like a wounded beast as her asshole was spread open, the thick head of Treck’s cock pushing open her twitching ass and grinding along her anal walls. Treck’s eyes rolled back and his nostrils flared as the single tightest sensation his cock had ever experienced washed over him in painful, blissful waves. Tifa’s ass was tight. Beyond tight. This was a vice designed to catch and punish errant cocks that wanted to turn pretty girls like her into drooling ass-broken bitches.
Tifa’s arms shook and her front half dropped on the bed, with Tifa burying her face into the covers and letting out muffled moans and whines as Treck inched further and further in. It was slow, teasingly slow, wonderfully slow. He couldn’t shove himself in faster even if he wanted to, and why would he want to rush this sensation? The deeper his cock got, the better it started to feel until it was like Treck’s cock was being wrapped up in a big, tight, meaty hug.
“KKRRKRKKK…Y-YOU’RE SOOO FUCKING BIG…SOOOO HUNG…B-BIG FUCKING ASS-POUNDING COCK…GGRRHHKKK…💔💞💗” Tifa let out her strained voice, gripping the sheets tight. The further Treck got, the fatter his cock-shaft was as it bulged in the middle. God, this thing could seriously break a girl…but not her. Not Tifa.
“I…I won’t FUCKING lose to your cooooock…” Tifa whined, looking over her shoulder with a grimace on her face and pink hearts flashing in her eyes. Treck let out steam from his nose like a raging bull at the sight of her face, more slovenly and seductive than any girl in any hentai he had ever seen. His hands reached forward and he grabbed hold of Tifa’s ass, her perfect rump contorting under his greasy grip.
“W-Wha-” Tifa began to ask before Treck began to pump his hips. The invasion was over, it seemed, and now the REAL rutting could begin. Tifa was banged back and forward by Treck’s body, his cock slapping against her ass as his swollen, sloshing balls swung like a pendulum. Tifa’s words were interrupted and she went back to letting out gasping, needy whines and moans, her soft lips parted and her eyes shut in what was swiftly turning into a deep and throbbing pleasure.
Both parties were starting to feel really, REALLY good. Tifa’s ass welcomed Treck’s cock like a lover welcoming her husband home, and writhed around him. His thick cock-veins were massaged by the walls of Tifa’s ass, bulging and stretching her tight hole to fit his burly fuck-pillar juuuuuust right. It was like he was carving out a sex-doll made just for him. Only instead of silicon and latex, his fuck-doll was the most beautiful, sexy, seemingly untouchable woman in all of Midgar. The one and only Tifa Lockhart…personal cum-dumpster to a flabby nerd with too much money and spunk to think straight.
“FUCK ME HARDER YOU PIECE OF SHIT, DRAIN YOUR BALLS IN MY ASS BEFORE I LOSE MY DAMN MIND!” Tifa howled, thrusting her hips backwards to meet Treck’s thrusts. They synchronized their movements, their hips SMASHING against each other strong enough to send loud, rippling PLAPS out across the entire apartment complex. Noises never before heard coming from Treck’s room filled the hallways, the sounds of a woman being fucked hard and put away wet. Numerous other tenants wondered what woman had been convinced to spend the night with Treck of all people. Oh, if they only knew.💗❤
“GHHHOOGGH!!” Treck howled, leaning forward and pushing Tifa down to rest his weight on top of her. She was trapped under his bulk and heat as he rapidly thrust his cock in and out in shallow, rapid-fire bursts. Tifa’s eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw dropped as her ass-pussy writhed with delight, adoring the stupidly-huge club-dick burying itself inside her, making itself nice and comfy.
“OOOGGGHHHNNN~~~💖💗💔 FUCKFUCKFUCK~~~~❤💞 T-THIS FEELS TOO DAMN GOOD! SHIIIIT~~~ FUCKING NERD DICK IS AWESOME!!💗💕💕 F-FUCK THIS, PUMPING AWAY AT ME LIKE A BREEDING STALLION, S-SERIOUSLY THAT DESPERATE TO SEED MY FUCKING ASS FULL OF JIZZ?! D-DOES YOUR TINY, HORNED UP BRAIN THINK YOU CAN GET ME PREGNANT THROUGH MY ASS-HOLE?💗💞 D-DUMBASS! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! D-DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW SEX WORKS?! B-BUT IF YOU’RE THAT DESPERATE TO TRY, THEN DRAIN YOUR BALLS IN MY FUCKING ASSHOLE AND CLOG MY GUTS WITH YOUR STEAMING-HOT WRIGGLERS, YOU NASTY PUMP-PIG!💕💞💞 DO IT! I-I’LL GIVE YOU PERMISSION! CUM IN MY FUCKING ASS LIKE IT OWES YOU MONEY, YOU PIECE OF SHIIIIIT!” Tifa yelled out, her ass clenching down one last time as Treck was pushed beyond his limits. His eyes crossed as his greasy balls rose up and rumbled ominously.
*SPLLLLRT* *SPLLLUUURRRT* *SPPPPLLLLLLUUUUUURRRRRRTTTTTT*
Gooey waves of Treck’s viscous cum spurted deep into Tifa’s greedy ass. He pushed his hips forward and arched his back, standing on his tip-toes with his head falling backwards and his tongue hanging from his mouth as he ejaculated a bathtubs worth of rancid cock-slop deep into Tifa. She buried her face into the sheets and muffled her squeal as she clenched her cheeks, her limbs stiffening and her mind reeling from the battering jizz-blasts assaulting her ass-pussy. It was like a series of strikes, each one resonating with her core and sending shockwaves to her jealous womb.❤💕 Treck came like a fucking broken hosepipe, thick cock-slurry dripping out of TIfa’s ass and painting her pale, wobbling cheeks in the sticky evidence of his desire as he yanked his drooling cock out, slapping it against Tifa’s ass for good measure. She was so dazed and fuck-happy, she didn’t even have the wherewithal to growl at him for it.
“F-Fuck…fuuuuck…holy shiiiit…” Tifa groaned, staggering to her feet as her arms wobbled, holding her up. Treck fell backwards as well, falling onto a chair and sucking in lungfuls of air. Tifa reached around in a heady daze, her fingers dragging along some of the cum dribbling from her fuck-broken ass. She gulped heavily as she felt its weight and jelly-like texture…fuck, if there was ANY cum in all of Midgar that really could knock her up from being dumped into her ass…
Urgh. She was starting to think like some kind of hentai heroine now. This guy was a seriously bad influence on Tifa…
“W-Well…woah, dizzy…Well then…y-you…uhh…offered triple for that, right?” Tifa remarked, pulling her panties and skirt up to try and hide the drooling cum-droplets. She failed spectacularly, and she tried to ignore the dribbling stream of cum coming down from her skirt across her thighs.
“Y-Yeah…triple…right…” Treck remarked, reaching over to the pile of cash. His eyes darted to Tifa’s for a moment though.
“Hey…I…I can give you quadruple instead…” He offered, “On one condition…”
Tifa’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Which is?”
Treck’s grin was wicked as he lowered his gaze. “Admit…*gulp*…admit that getting fucked in the ass…made you cum…”
Tifa’s eyes bulged open. This little shit…this cocky piece of garbage…
…how the fuck did he know??! A virgin loser like this shouldn’t have been able to tell when he made a girl cum!
Tifa turned to the side, crossing her arms in a huff. She looked down on the floor. She looked at the door. She bit her lip as she looked back at the money.
“...” There was a long pause, until Tifa strode forward and grabbed the money that Treck had in his hand. His quadruple offering.
“Your stupidly huge fucking bitch-breaker made me cum my brains out when you slammed it deep inside my slutty little fuckhole AND POUNDED IT LIKE YOU FUCKING OWNED ME!” Tifa cried out, blushing as he got right in Treck’s face. “There? That good enough for ya, cocky little bitch?”
Treck gulped heavily and nodded over and over and over again.
“Good. See you next time. Probably tomorrow knowing you. Yes, I am free tomorrow. Like you’ve ever asked.💞” Tifa huffed, a small smile on her lips as she waved behind herself and went out the door. Instead of closing it with her hands, she swung her hips and slammed it shut, showing off her booty one last time for Treck’s appreciating eyes.
“The plan is cancelled? What are you talking about?!”
Tifa tried to keep her voice down as she spoke to Barret, since she was still working behind the bar at the Seventh Heaven, but when he took her aside and whispered the news to her, she couldn’t help but raise her voice in surprise.
“Transport plans got fucked. Can’t take the train this time, too many eyes on us. We’d need to hire transport, and we ain’t got the funds to do that right now.” Barret rubbed the back of his head, “I know, this stings. They’ve got a shit-ton of Mako they’re just gonna dump like its yesterdays garbage, but if we can’t even get there, we can’t stop it. I’m still trying to make things work, I ain’t giving up, but I’m not getting far…”
Tifa bit her lip. The reason she was helping Avalanche was to avoid these kinds of disasters. If they could just get the money…
Tifa glanced over at the bar. A patron had their head down, sipping on his drink, but it was quite obvious he was glancing in her direction.
Treck.
“...I know someone who can help.”
“Huh?” Barret asked in confusion, “Tifa, you’ve already been giving us a ton lately. I don’t even know-”
“Ssh. Zip it. We’re doing this. Tonight. Get your transport sorted, I’ll have the money.” Tifa gave Treck a sideways glance. She could see his nasty little smile even from here.
Her favourite piggy-bank was open for business.
“H-H-How much?!” Treck had tried to stay cool and confident as Tifa called him into the backrooms, but when the actual amount she needed was said, his face went white.
“I know it’s a lot, but I seriously need it. This is super important.” Tifa put her hands together and bowed down in a surprisingly humble pose.
“I-I get it, but…well…that’s like…a-a months allowance…m-maybe more…if I gave you that, then I can’t…w-well…” Treck didn’t quite know how to say that he wanted to keep the money to buy more “dates” with Tifa. Fortunately, she already that was what he wanted. She knew she would have to offer something REALLY good. Something that would be worth giving up on any more thigh-fucks or tit-jobs or ass-pounding for a while.
“I know. I know…so…” Tifa turned around, ruffling through her stuff. She turned back around, and Treck felt his body tense up and his mouth go dry. Tifa had, in her hands, a condom. The same size as the first one she wrapped around Treck’s cock a few days ago. She lifted it up in her hands, and placed it in front of her lips as she fluttered her eyelashes in a tempting way.
“A one time offer…if you give me what I need, I’ll take what you don’t…” Tifa whispered in a sultry voice, “I’ll take that virginity you’ve been saving up for so damn long…a genuine pussy-fuck…it’s a special offer for my favourite customer.”
Tifa narrowed her eyes, lowering the condom wrapper to blow a kiss at Treck.
“Going once…”
Treck gulped, the notes in his wallet burning a hole in his pants. There was no way she would ever offer this again if he said no here.
“Going twice…”
Tifa pulled the front of her white tube top down and shoved her chest forward.
“Any takers? Wanna take me?💖”
Treck’s resolve was shattered. He grabbed the zip of his pants.
*FLUMP*
Tifa licked her lips.
“You just made the best decision of your nasty little life.💕❤💕”
Tifa’s body was one that had been ripped directly out of the most hormone-laden male fantasies that the human mind could conjure. At the best of times, it drove innocent men into wild frenzies, dreams of breeding and rutting filling their once calm minds the second that her perky ass and huge natural tits entered their field of vision. She unlocked something primal in men, the need to slam their hips and produce offspring that had been dulled by years of polite society.
But Treck didn’t know a damned thing about polite society. He was a pent-up nerd with a cock the size of his arm and a libido that could outlast an entire volleyball team of lithe, horny, flexible beauties. Tifa offering up her pussy to this brute was like offering up a scrap of meat to a starving hyena.
Naturally, the result was instant and explosive. If Tifa had been hoping to get Treck home before he pounced, she had been fooling herself. Treck was going to fuck her brains out right there in her own bar.
“Kch…grk…” Tifa grunted as she was shoved against the wall, her skirt lifted up and her rosy ass bouncing out into full view. “S-Should have known this would happen…can’t even wait until you’re at my place before you drag my panties to the floor…fine, whatever, I need the cash too much to be picky…for just one day, ONE fucking day, I’ll be a good girl for you…”Master”…” Tifa’s mocking smirk lit a fire in Treck, and he raised a palm upwards to SMACK Tifa’s ass-cheeks. It was a move he would never have done before, and certainly one Tifa wasn’t expecting as she let out a loud gasp.💗💕
“You okay back there, Tifa?” Barret’s voice came from the bar room. Tifa bit her lip and tilted her head to poke it out the side of the doorframe.
“A-Ah yeah, just…banged my finger…” She lied through her teeth as Treck yanked his throbbing cock out, preparing to bang her pussy instead. He slipped the condom on with a hint of reluctance, but he didn’t argue as he lined his virgin cock up with Tifa’s virginity-stealing pussy.
“UNF~” Tifa let out a soft grunt as she felt Treck’s cockhead spreading her pussy lips nice and wide, pushing deep inside her at a fast speed. She knew he wouldn’t be able to go slow, not when faced with a meal as tasty as this. She let out a hot breath and fluttered her eyelashes with a light “Cooo~~~” of relief as she felt her pussy wrapping around Treck’s cock like it belonged in there. Fuck…Tifa couldn’t believe what a total slut for huge cocks her pussy was…the worst part of this whole ordeal was that Tifa was enjoying herself! It would be one thing if she was reluctantly offering up her tight little fuck-hole for cash. She would be doing it for a righteous cause after all!
But it turned out her body was that of a fucking perverts that loved getting huge dicks slammed into it.
“F-FUCK…oogghnn…f-fuck you Treck…you’re such a piece of shit, but I looove this fucking cock…💞❤” Tifa confessed, her teeth grit and her flashing with a pink haze. “Fits like a damn glove…e-every inch feels juuuuust right…to scrape along my tight little pussy…mmff…g-go faster…come on, don’t you wanna pound some manners into me? T-Teach me a lesson for being such a total bitch? Maybe if you fuck me h-hard enough I’ll really become the subby little cum-slut you want me to be…”
Yeah right.💗
Still, the incentive worked like a charm. Treck swung his hips back and forth with a dangerous PLAP to them. If the noise coming from the bar wasn’t so loud, the patrons would be wondering what that strange noise was. Hell, any of them that had been down to Wall Market and booked a night at the Honeybee Inn would probably recognize it. It was the sweet, sweet sound of a scumbag pounding away at a nice sloppy pussy that he only owns for a little while longer, so he had to make sure to get good out of it. Treck was going to make sure that, before his time with this deliciously tight, ultra-wet meat-hole was over, it had totally fallen in love with his burly fuck-weapon.
Tifa’s female instincts were kicked into overdrive when Treck’s cock finally pierced deep enough to knock on the entrance to her womb, his swollen cock-head offering the deepest, nastiest smooch it possibly could to the quivering baby-room she had so carefully locked away from him before now. Oh sure, he had a condom on…a big fat fucking condom that was made specifically for cum-spewing behemoth-dicks like this…buuuut…was it going to hold?❤💞 With Treck finally getting the chance to lose his virginity, would his monstrous spunk-factories release a breeding-worthy load of cock-juice that would spread and shatter that poor condom to pieces? Would Tifa’s hungry womb be stuffed to the flooding point by an onslaught of rich, creamy nerd-cum? Would her slender, slim waist be bloated out by an overload of virile spunk that had been carefully brewed up just for this blissful moment?
Tifa had no idea. No point thinking about anything like that. The only thing Tifa had to do was ram her ass backwards and get fucked like the slut she’d been paid to be.
Damn…this could become an addiction…💗
“Ohmyfuckinggodfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…” Tifa whined, trying to cover her mouth and keep her moans from getting too loud. “Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum OGHN?!” She let out a surprised gasp as Treck shifted forward and lifted her leg up high. The flexible martial artist was trapped in a horizontal splits position as Treck rammed his hips forward, arching his back and making a slovenly ahegao face with his tongue waving around and his nostrils flaring. The intensity of his virgin-style fucking only got faster and stronger. It was sloppy and inexperienced for sure, but damn…he swung his hips hard enough to turn even the most frigid of women into his cum-slurping fuck-wife…and Tifa was no frigid bitch.💕💞
“OOOOGGHH---GGHHRROOOGGHH~~~~ CUMMINGCUMMINGCUMMING!!💗❤💕 FUUUCK, A-A VIRGIN’S COCK IS MAKING ME CUM LIKE A FUCKING WHOOOORE…GGRRWWWWGGH…S-STUPID PUSSY…GIVING UP SO DAMN EASILY…S-SHOULD BE DRAINING THIS COCK DRY, NOT CUMMING FIRST!💗💗💞 URGH, WHY’D I HAVE TO HAVE SUCH A SMALL-FRY PUSH-OVER OF A FUCKING PUSSY?!💞❤💞” His face was close, and Tifa noticed that Treck was leaning in closer…closer…his lips pursed…
…he ended up smooching her raised finger as he pressed it up against his lips. She gave him her usual grin and chuckled breathlessly.
“N-Nice try, asshole. You aren’t a guy I’m looking to kiss…but you can fuck me unconscious if that pisses you off.💗” Treck snorted steam out of his nose and growled, denied the kiss that his love-struck brain wanted so very bad. He decided to take up Tifa’s advice and ram his cock even harder into her tight pussy, forcing Tifa’s grin to shift into a slutty “O” face in mere moments.
Tifa was totally lost in the action, slurring out horny babbling dirty talk without any care for where she was. So when she heard footsteps outside the room, she struggled to put on a reserved face as she heard a voice calling out to her.
“You seriously okay back there? Sounds…uhh…messy?” Barret asked in concern.
“Urgh, you fucking…I’m getting dicked down by this greasy pig to earn money for your damn group, Barret! The least you could do is let me do it in peace!” Tifa thought to herself in frustration as she poked her head around the corner once more.
“A-Ahaha, yeah…j-just spilled some…some lotion…all over the place…d-don’t come in, okay? I need to clean this up…mmmfffgg…” Her eyes twitched violently and her body shuddered. Treck wasn’t stopping, even as Barret was right there.
“You don’t want me to help clean up or nothing?”
“N-Noooope! J-Just head to the m-meeting room and wait for me, okay? N-Nearly done…neaaarly done…oogghn…” Tifa bit her lip as her eyes rolled back, the look of pleasure barely masked on her face. Barret gulped and nodded, deciding to leave her be with whatever she might be doing back there.
“Y-You…fucking pig…y-you could at least stop and let me----GGGHOOOGGGGHHH???!💔💞💞💔” Tifa looked over her shoulder in irritation, mere seconds before Treck let out a shrill squeal. He grabbed Tifa’s raised leg and pulled it close as he drove his hips forward like a piston, burying his entire club-like length deep into Tifa’s guts and letting loose with the messiest, sloppiest, biggest cum-blast he had ever released in his entire life.
Ropes of noodle-thick cum-spurts blurted out in rapid succession, filling up the condom inside Tifa to the bursting point within seconds. Tifa’s head fell back and she let out a slutty wail as her pussy clenched and her abdomen trembled around the invading fuck-staff, its movements violent and strong as it pumped up and down, up and down, gleefully releasing an epic load of nerd-jizz that caused an explosive orgasm to rock through Tifa’s body.
“OOOOGGGHHHNN~~~~~❤💞❤ S-SOOOO MUCH~~~~ F-FUUUUCK~~~~❤❤💕 T-THIS PIG-FUCK SQUIRTS OUT CUM LIKE HE’S FUCKING PISSING!! E-ENOUGH SEED TO KNOCK UP ALL OF MIDGAR!!💕💞💞 G-GOD DAMMIT, D-DON’T BREAK ON ME, CONDOM! DON’T BREAAAAAK! I CAN’T BE THIS NERD’S BABY-MOMMY! A S-SINGLE FUCKING DROP WILL BREED ME WITH TRIPLETS! OOOGGGHHH~~~💞❤💕💗 ITSH BREAKING…I’M BREAKINNNNNG…💖💖💗💞” Tifa howled out loud, her face distorted into an equally lewd ahegao as her pussy gripped and churned around the latex of Treck’s condom.
He pulled backwards. Slowly, carefully, his head reeling and spinning from the single strongest cumshot he had ever produced. The condom hanging off his cock flopped out and drooped as it escaped Tifa’s pussy…still intact. It had held on.
Tifa stared at the greasy, spunk-stuffed balloon with lidded, heavy eyes, pink hearts flashing in them as she stared at the evidence of Treck’s tsunami of cum splurting endlessly into her.
“F-Fuuuuck…so damn much…s-seriously, your cock is a f-fucking beast…” Tifa panted heavily as she lowered her leg to the floor. She turned around, her hands shakily reaching down to the condom hanging off Treck’s cock. She carefully removed it with an uncharacteristic gentleness to her motions and watched as Treck’s bare cock drooled cum out, a sticky strand dripping down and making Tifa’s mouth water…
…damn it…damn it…her throat was getting dry and her head was getting woozy…
“Hey…Treck…” Tifa remarked, glancing down at her client’s sweaty, panting face. “You…want a little extra? A little freebie?”
“H-Huh?” Treck asked in dazed confusion as Tifa lifted the condom up into the air…and bit into the underside of it.
*GLUG* *GLUG* *GULP* *GULP*
Treck went silent, his jaw dropping as he watched Tifa Lockhart gulping down his yogurt-thick, frothy, bubbling cum from the condom he had just been wearing as he pounded her tight pussy.
Tifa’s throat bulged with each gulp as the potent cock-slop struggled to slide down her throat. It was so gluey…barely even counted as liquid…Tifa could chew on the damn stuff it was so full and virile…
She glanced at Treck’s face as she gulped it down…and winked.💕
“You lucky fucker.💞” Tifa thought to herself. She was right. Treck was a lucky, lucky, LUCKY fucker.
“Where the hell did…how did you…w-what were you DOING back there?” Barret asked as he held the massive wad of cash that Tifa had handed over. She dabbed her lips with a napkin and offered him a sweet, serene smile.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.💗” Tifa remarked in a voice that very much made Barret drop the subject. He merely thanked Tifa profusely and went to inform the rest of the crew that the mission was back on.
Treck hung back near the bar entrance, staring into his now empty wallet. It had been worth it, soooo very worth it…but now he was going to struggle for meals for a while…
Tifa crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him with a sigh. “Oh don’t look like a lost goddamn puppy over there. We do food here, moron. The least I can do is feed ya up.”
Treck looked up with watery eyes. “T-Thanks…Tifa…”
“You need to get out of that stinky little apartment anyways.” Tifa remarked, stepping behind her bar and starting to clean up now the rush was over. “Who knows? We get you out enough, you might find a girlfriend and not even need my sweet ass anymore.”
“N-No way! No way no way!” Treck adamantly shook his head, “T-There’s no girl in the entire world who can match you! No way!”
Tifa sighed and shook her head with a smile. “Well, we’ll see about that. When you get your next allowance, I know a few who might be interested in meeting you…and that fat wallet of yours.💗💕”
Chapter 2: Aerith's Wild Side
Summary:
With Tifa busy at an Avalanche mission, she calls in her good friend Aerith to help Treck deal with his crippling need to blow his load and empty his wallet. While the sweet-faced flower seller seems like a meek and giving girl, Treck's excitement ends up bringing out her more dominant personality.
Chapter Text
Some time after Treck and Tifa’s little business deal in the backroom of the Seventh Heaven…
Thanks to Treck’s so very generous donation to the cause, Avalanche was successful in their mission to stop the dumping of a massive amount of Mako waste. Due to having paid quite a bit higher than the usual rate, Treck had found himself practically out of funds for weeks, and resorted to getting free meals from Tifa at her bar as he waited for his monthly allowance from his rich parents.
“You know, when I heard you say you’d be low on funds for the month, I almost felt a little pang of pity,” Tifa wiped down the bar surfaces as she spoke to Treck, who was enjoying the hearty taste of a stew that Tifa had cooked up earlier, “But when you let slip that your finances pretty much all come from the Bank of Mommy and Daddy, I suddenly don’t feel so conflicted about taking it all and using it for a good cause.
“Y-You don’t have to rub it in…” whined Treck as he savoured the taste of his meal, “T-They think I’ve got a place in the centre of the city, some high-class apartment near the business sector…but since I’ve actually got a cheap place in the slums, I can spend all the rest of the money on what I want!”
Tifa chuckled. “Yeah, well, I guess it doesn’t matter to me where that money comes from. All I care about is where it goes. Speaking of which, you’re getting a payment through tomorrow, aren’t you?”
Treck couldn’t help but grin at the reminder. It was true, he was finally going to be able to afford another session of his favourite thing in the world. His eyes latched onto Tifa’s cleavage as her meaty tits swung around from the movements of her cleaning, her milky, pale tits jostling around so heavily that it seemed like they might come flopping out of her white crop top.
“Y-Yeah…soooo…umm…a-are you busy tomorrow?” Treck worked up the nerve to ask the question. Previously he had simply left a note for Tifa to see and slunk off back home, hoping each time she wouldn’t tear the paper to shreds and ignore him. Now he had at least got the courage to ask Tifa if she was available to be his whore for the night. Slow and steady progress.
“Afraid so.” Tifa didn’t even look up from her cleaning as she said the most painful words that Treck had ever heard. He let out a strangled gasp and slumped in his seat as Tifa continued, a smirk on her lips as she noticed his rather funny reaction. “Got another little job up near Sector 3. Won’t bore you with the details, but it’s going to be an all-nighter. And we have the funds for this one, Barret assures me, so don’t get your hopes up for anything like the last time.”
“O-Ooh…s-so the day after, I guess?” Treck still crestfallen. The prospect of waiting even a single day for Tifa’s services was crushingly disappointing. TIfa shook her head and put her palms down on the bar, looking Treck dead in the eye with a coy raised eyebrow.
“No need to wait. I’ve found someone to do the job for me.”
“Bwuh?” Treck asked in confusion as the door to the bar opened behind him.
“Ah, perfect timing. Come on in, Aerith.” Tifa spoke up to the woman who had just entered the bar. Treck turned to look at her, and his breath caught in his throat at the beautiful lady who approached him now.
Aerith was a dazzlingly gorgeous woman with a smile as bright as the sun, and a long braid of hair stretching down her back. She wore a pretty pink dress that went down to her knees, and a red half-jacket that covered her shoulders and back. While she didn’t have the bountiful bosom that Tifa was blessed with, her chest was still large and eye-catching, especially with how her tight dress clung to her body shape. She had quite the hourglass figure, as her hips flared out and granted her a deliciously firm and supple ass.
Another genuine stunner, the kind of woman that should be covering the billboards and magazines of Midgar’s most upper-class sectors, rather than walking into a dingy bar in the slums. But she was here nonetheless, like an angel descending from on high, and she sat down on the seat next to Treck with a little nod of her head in greeting.
“Hello hello, the name’s Aerith.” The woman had a friendly, floaty tone to her voice, like a soft breeze that tickled Treck’s ears. “Pleasure to meet you. Tifa’s told me quite a bit about you.”
”Oh no.” Treck whimpered at those words. Tifa burst out in a gut-busting laugh at his obvious fear while Aerith covered her mouth and tried to hide her snickets.
“HA HA HA! O-Ohhh, don’t worry yourself, big guy. I’ve not been TOO harsh!” Tifa wiped her eyes with a grin on her face, “But yeah, yeah, she knows about our little deals. Long story short, Aerith’s been on the lookout for a way to make some quick money as well. Figured I’d let her take my spot for the night.”
“I hope that’s alright with you, Treck.” Aerith smiled so serenely that it felt like the sunshine was hitting his face. Even moreso than Tifa, Treck could feel the weight of being completely out of his league. Tifa was a gorgeous bombshell of a woman, but she still felt like a woman from the slums. Aerith felt like she was from a totally different world.
He might have too scared and nervous to accept this before. It had taken him every ounce of nerve he had to proposition Tifa the first time…but he had at least a little more expereince than he used to, and he knew that missing out on a chance like this would be something he’d regret for the rest of his life.
“I know I’m not nearly as pretty as TIfa, so if you’d still rather wait for her to be free I’d underst-” Aerith began to say, but Treck shook his head violently and waved his hands dismissively.
“No no no no no! Y-You’re not! You’re totally not! You’re beautiful! Seriously, amazingly beautiful! I-It would be a pleasure! N-NO! It would be an honor!” Treck babbled out, surprisingly both Tifa and Aerith who looked at his exuberance with wide eyes.
“...oh good!” Aerith let out a little sigh of relief, “So then…your place tomorrow night?”
“U-Uh-huh, uh-huh!” Treck nodded with steam billowing from his nose like a bull, “Y-Yeah, for sure, totally! I’ll see you there! Yeah!” With that all set up, he bowed in thanks to Tifa for the meal and darted for the door, heading home to prepare for tomorrow.
Aerith and Tifa watched him flee, and Tifa shook his head with a heavy sigh.
“Yeaaaaaah, that’s what I was telling you about.” remarked Tifa, “He’s an…uhh…an interesting one. Comes on a little strong. He’s not that bad if you’re able to keep him under control though. If you’re a bit nervous about dealing with him though, I can tell him that something came up for you tomorrow.”
Aerith watched the door that Treck had fled through, before letting out another giggle. “Hee hee…you said he’d be a little overbearing, but that was honestly kind of adorable! Oh no, it’s all good.” Her eyes narrowed into a smirk, “I think I can handle the big lug juuuust fine. 💕”
Tifa gave a knowing smirk of her own. Treck had no idea what he was in for with this girl.
“Nice place you’ve got here.” Aerith looked around Treck’s apartment, taking in his rather basic décor. “Tifa said you left out condoms and used tissues for her when she came around. I was expecting something a little stinkier.”
“A-Ahahah…yeaaaah…” Treck winced at the reminder. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but knowing that TIfa had actually told Aerith about it suddenly made Treck feel about an inch tall. “I-I thought I should clean up a little…I mean…well…you’re kind of…”
“Kind of?” Aerith asked curiously.
”…kind of…more of a lady? Than Tifa? I-If that makes sense? I-I’m not trying to say Tifa ISN’T feminine or anything but…well…” It was hard to explain, but Aerith felt more like an actual girl than Tifa did to Treck. Tifa was the muscular, sailor-mouthed bartender who he had seen win every arm-wrestle that a patron had challenged her to. Aerith was so pink and sweet and soft. He had to clean up for her! He would have put down a red carpet it he had one!
Aerith giggled softly. “Fufu…I think I get what you mean…buuuuuut, I think you might end up being a little disillusioned by the end of the night…” Treck wasn’t quite sure what Aerith meant by that, but she moved on before he could ask.
”So. On or off?”
“Eh?” Treck questioned with a confused look.
“Lipstick. On or off? Some guys don’t like lipstick marks, thought I should ask.”
“O-Oh right…off for the first one, p-please…”
“First one? Ooo, already got plans to book me again? I like your forwardness~” Aerith teased, smirking at Treck as he began to bable excuses. She completely ignored them and gave him a dainty shove so he fell down onto his bed. Aerith dropped to her knees and crawled in close between his thick legs.
“Now then, let’s see if Tifa wasn’t messing with me.” Aerith’s eyes twinkled as she started to tug down Treck’s pants. He was amazed at her own forwardness, and it didn’t take long before his mighty meat-rod was sticking high up into the air, the intimidating length of raw, throbbing cock-flesh earning an impressed coo from Aerith.
“Oh wow, she was underselling it if anything! Treck, your cock is huge! Have you seriously gone inside Tifa with this thing? How is she still walking straight? Woooooah…💗” Aerith’s eyes scanned the massive member up and down, admiring the thick web of veins and the heavy set of balls that swung between his legs.
“T-Thank you?” Unsure how to respond to such open praise for his cock, compared to Tifa’s more barbed comments, Treck simply thanked her as Aerith reached up to attempt to wrap her slender fingers around his thick shaft. She bit her bottom lip with horny wonder as she realized she couldn’t wrap her hand closed around this thing. What a beast of a cock…
“Oh man…this thing might be too much for my little throat to handle…” Aerith sighed, “Whatever will I do? This big, mean, hulking cock might just choke me out!”
Treck did start to wonder if he was just too big for this girl to handle. It made him swell up with pride for sure, but he didn’t want her to injure herself. “H-Hey, you don’t have to force anything down, y-you know? I-I don’t want you to…you know…hurt yourself?”
“D’aww, you’re sweet.” Aerith cooed, “Welp, least I can do is give it a try. Maybe get a few inches in. Ahhhh~” She brought the tip down to her lips, and opened her mouth wide. Treck’s dick slipped into her mouth, and the warm, wet, gooey embrace of her soft tongue and throat began to wash over Treck. Even just putting it between her lips felt so damn good. It was warm and comforting, like Aerith’s mouth-pussy was giving his cock a hug. Not to mention, Aerith was selling herself short! She kept pushing a few more inches down into her gullet…
…and a few more inches…
…a-and a few more?
…w-was she ever going to stop?!
“Mmmmm…” Aerith hummed softly around Treck’s cock as more inches vanished from sight, plunging downwards into the depths of her throat as she kept her eyes closed and her lips pursed in a look of serene concentration. Treck’s face went from melting pleasure to wide-eyed shock as he realized that Aerith was not stopping. She was descending down until her face approached Treck’s lap, her throat bulging from the sheer amount of dick-meat stuffed into it, but not a single gag or cough escaped her lips. She opened one eye and gave him a sly wink before pushing herself down the final few inches, and her lips plapped down onto Treck.
It was all in. His grotesquely huge cock had been stuffed all the way down Aerith’s throat. Every. Last. Inch. 💞💕
“W-W-What the FUUUUUUUUUCK?!” Treck’s hips raised up as the pleasure began to intensify as Aerith began what she would call “Phase Two” of her plan. She began to wriggle her tongue around, and hollowed her cheeks to lash against the sensitive walls of Treck’s cock. Not only that, her throat began to move like it had a mind of its own as well. Her repetitive swallowing and slurping made her gullet feel like a bed of writhing tentacles, each of them lashing against Treck’s dick and caressing it like it was the tastiest thing she had ever taken into her mouth.
“Mmmm…mmmph…” Aerith hummed with a musical lift to her voice, her eyes closed in gentle concentration as she extended her lips in a whoreish blowjob face. She dragged her head upwards, her hands grasping hold of Treck’s cock as she did so she could offer him a handjob whenever his entire cock wasn’t locked down her throat. Treck felt his vision getting hazy as the most concentrated pleasure he had ever experienced shot through him. Whereas Tifa lacked precision, she made up for it with the abundance of her assets. Aerith though…this girl was a cock-assassin! Her every motion seemed perfectly thought out to deliver the most devastating and targeted assault on Treck’s dick!
Aerith’s hands slipped down to massage and stroke Treck’s huge balls, cupping them in her palms and feeling the heavy, sloshing weight of his cum roiling and churning within them. The poor things felt so full…all that jizz that was getting so used to getting dumped into Tifa or coating her fat tits, left to thicken and ripen for so long. Would cum this burly and viscous even manage to pump through Treck’s shaft? Well, it wouldn’t without Aerith’s help at least. Fortunately, Treck’s recent abstinence meant his resistance was as low as it could be. His need to cum inside Aerith’s gullet was overwhelming his mind.
Treck’s hands clasped onto Aerith’s head as he let out a throaty roar, his balls violently shuddering in Aerith’s grasp as he began to cum. A torrent of sticky, gooey batter that had been cooped up inside a pair of swampy, nasty balls for far too long. It was the kind of load that an angelic beauty like Aerith should have nothing to do with. A girl as graceful and dainty as her seemed more fit for watery, weak loads from cocks a quarter as big as this one. But not only was Aerith able to handle Treck’s ridiculously fat load…she dominated it. 💖💖
Her throat bulged over and over as Aerith swallowed the load down, globs of semen splattering her throat and dripping down her gullet as she gently massaged Treck’s balls like she was praising them for a job well done. Her lips clamped around the shaft like they were suctioned onto them, a vaccuum forming as she swallowed down the very air and musk around Treck’s dick. As she slowly pulled her head backwards, it was like Aerith was dragging Treck along with her as she hollowed her cheeks, flared her nostrils, and slurped like a woman possessed, making sure not a singular drop of rich, creamy cum was left behind.
“PAH!” Aerith gasped, licking her lips as she finally allowed Treck’s cock to experience freedom. It flopped down and twitched like a stunned animal, as Treck’s head spun around while the world itself became a dizzy blur. It was a throat-job beyond anything Treck had ever imagined in his wildest dreams. Aerith neatly took a handkerchief out and dabbed on her lips, showing off a winning smile as she nodded at Treck.
“All done~” She remarked with bouncy, breezy energy, “Mmm…you really made me work for my money today, Mr Treck. My goodness…”
“T-That was…w-working hard?” Treck asked in a panting voice, “Y-You…t-that was amazing…it was like you just drained the cum directly from my balls…you m-made that look so easy…”
Aerith let out a gentle giggle. “Hee hee. Well, I do try to keep a professional attitude to my work. I’m glad I made it look easy, but I assure you I was struggling for air all the way down at the base of your cock. I can see why Tifa praises it so much.”
Treck blinked in amazement. “T-Tifa praises me?”
“Tifa praises your cock.” Aerith made sure to clarify, “I’m afraid I’ve never really heard her talk about the rest of you.”
“Figures.” grumbled Treck, “Well then…m-maybe she can keep herself busy with her Avalanche stuff and I can…just book you for another visit?”
Aerith quickly took a pink notebook out of her bag and shuffled through the pages. “Let’s see, let’s see…yes, I’m quite free for the month actually. When did you want to-”
“Tomorrow?” Treck asked. Aerith was stunned for a moment before letting out another laugh.
“Ha! Someone’s very excited! Tomorrow it is then.” Aerith gave a little wink as she walked towards the door, leaving Treck with very little to clean up after her incredible suck-job.
“Hope I’m not keeping you from whatever heaven you came from!” Treck called after her. It was surprisingly forward of him, making such a comment. It wasn’t the kind of thing he would say if he hadn’t had his confidence boosted from his time with Tifa. Aerith turned around as she slipped out the door, and a wicked smirk danced on her lips.
“Mr Treck…from the very first moment you saw me, you’ve been looking at me with quite different eyes than you were looking at Tifa.” Aerith remarked slowly, her voice husky and sensual. Treck gulped as her red tongue slowly slipped out and licked across her soft kissers.
”You think I’m a sweet little angel, Mr Treck? I think you’ve got the wrong idea. I’m a bad girl, Mr Treck. Tomorrow, I just might surprise you. 💗”
With that warning, Aerith closed the door, her giggles getting quieter as she left.
When Aerith told Tifa that Treck had booked her for a second session the very next day, she was not very surprised. He did the same thing with her, after all.
“Watch yourself with the big lug, Aerith.” warned Tifa, “He might seem harmless but he tries to push his luck. Roll up the newspaper and give him a whap on the head if you gotta.”
Aerith sipped on her drink at the bar and swirled it around with a knowing look in her eyes. “Oh I know. I can already see what kind of man he is at a glance…I think it’ll be a fun evening, actually.”
“Oh yeah?” Tifa remarked with a raised eyebrow, “Well, I can’t argue with that. As desperate as he is, he’s fun to fuck with. Not the worst lay in Midgar, either. You can probably afford to be a little bit of yourself around the guy, he’d be into that.”
Aerith smirked. She had already figured that much out. Most guys who went for Aerith were doing so because they were infatuated with her “Good Girl” image. Treck seemed like someone she could drop the facade with. 💕
Aerith didn’t appear at Treck’s door in her previous pink outfit the next day. She wore a long brown trenchcoat that covered every inch of her body from Treck’s view. He swallowed hard when he opened up the door to see her smiling at him in this outfit. It didn’t take a genius to know that something amazing was going to be hidden under there.
“Here I am~” Aerith bowed slightly as she watched Treck’s excited reaction. “So, Mr Treck, did you have any idea what you wanted for our second session?”
Treck had a thousand ideas running through his mind, but after what Aerith had said yesterday, he had already decided on what he wanted to ask for.
“Surprise me.” He said.
Aerith’s soft smile blossomed out into a wide, lewd grin. She shoved her palms against Treck’s chest and forced him to topple over onto his back. They didn’t even manage to reach the bed before Aerith was on him, straddling him and throwing open her coat to expose the lacy, crimson lingerie she had worn for the occasion. The lewd garments barely fit on Aerith’s body, her large chest and huge ass being squished by the straps clinging to her.
“You’ve got a nice cock, Mr Treck…” Aerith giggled, “I’m going to make good use of it~~~ 💗💞” With that, Aerith reached her fingers down to pull her lacy panties aside and let her puffy pussy breath. Treck looked down and realized that his pants had already been unzipped, so quickly that he hadn’t even seen her do it. Without any hesitation, Aerith dropped her hips down and impaled her pussy on Treck’s mighty shaft, her slim abdomen bulging out as his overabundance of raw cock-meat plunged inside her. Aerith bit her bottom lip and hissed, her eyelashes fluttering as her womb gobbled up the massive cock-head of the eye-rolling stud below her.
“Ohhhhhhh fuck YEAH!” Aerith bellowed out, letting her meek and mild demeanour drop as her true voice came out. “Mmmpphhhh…t-this seriously is a cock worth RIDING!” She cupped her plump tits in her hands as she began to bounce up and down. Treck lay down, unable to even thrust upwards as Aerith’s movements started getting heavier and faster. He wasn’t even able to fuck her back as Aerith’s intense riding kept him held to the ground.
“Haaa…haaa…not the sweet and flowery little fuck-doll you were hoping for, huh?!” Aerith grinned as she looked down into Treck’s eyes with wild lust dancing within them, “You wanted some sweet little cock-tool to pound pregnant while she squeals and moans and cums underneath you!? Some simpering bitch-slave to grab hold of and smash your hips against?! Sorry big guy, but I’m not your flower girl fuck-slut! Tonight, you’re paying good money for me to TURN YOU INTO MY FUCK-TOY! 💞💖❤”
Aerith dragged her nails across Treck’s chest, her wild side coming out as she admired the flabby curves of her new fuck-doll…and the burly veins tracing along his huge cock. Oh yes, he was filling her up nice and full, that was for sure. It had been some time since Aerith had enjoyed a cock this massive and compliant. If anything, he was throbbing even harder than he had done last night. This was a guy who liked a woman who could dominate him. Aerith’s prison-pussy squeezed even tighter as her body heated up, sweat starting to drip down her luscious curves and clouds of steam rising up into the air as she threw her long braid back.
“Mmmmf, you’ll get your money’s worth outta me, big guy! By the end, you’ll be paying me even more to show some mercy! Come on, come on, I’ve got a LOT of stress built up and you’re going to help me deal with it!” Aerith exclaimed, panting heavier as she threw her palms down to smack against Treck’s chest.
“Grrrgg…no one in this city buys flowers, do they think it’s EASY to grow flowers in this place? They only grow in one damned church in the entire city and apparently 2 gil is STILL too much to ask for! Ohhh, but they’ll drop their fat wallets down so they can dump their fat loads inside me? So! Damn! Predictable!” Aerith was venting, smashing her hips down onto Treck with each punctuation as she worked on her tension-relief tool. Treck, for his part, was having the wind knocked out of him with Aerith’s heavy bounces, but was loving every second of it. His eyes crossed and he grit his teeth as he struggled not to bust his nut too early.
“Ohhhh, but they don’t wanna just drain their balls in my throat! They want me to play the pretty-pink princess while they do it! All “Please” and “Thank you” and “Can I have some more, master?” Urgggh, they all think I’m some cutesy White Mage spunk-sleeve because I like pink?! Hell NO! But when I s-start getting into it…start reaaaaally showing them a good time…then they get s-scared off and don’t want to play anymore?! J-Just let me FUCK like I want to already! LET ME FUCK A HUGE COCK JUST! LIKE! THIS! 💖❤” Aerith was seriously riding now, her ass-cheeks clapping together audibly as she violently thrust herself up and down, her eyes getting hazy and her voice getting ragged. There was no denying it. This submissive stud-dick was pounding her pussy just right, and it was putting her in the mood to breed. Why couldn’t more guys stay this hard when Aerith went all out?
“A-Ahhnn…ooghnn…aah…r-right there, right there, right theeeeeere…mmmpfh, that’s a GOOD spot…j-just keep ramming your cock up against that part of my sloppy little pussy like a good boy…a-and I’ll drain the NASTIEST, FATTEST, MESSIEST CREAMPIE from you! 💕💕 T-Tifa told me alllll about it, how you left a pile of stuffed condoms, all as big as water balloons, festering and churning for her to gawp at! H-Ha ha! Did you s-seriously think that would turn her on? Did you think a girl would be so impressed w-with that kind of virility she’d spread her legs for you right there?! W-Well…it turns me on~~ It would totally make me spread my legs nice and wide~~I love a guy who can cum like a race-horse on viagra! So prove she wasn’t messing with me! SQUIRT YOUR LOAD INTO MY WOMB AND BLOAT ME UP LIKE ONE OF THOSE GREASY LATEX SPUNK-SHEATHS YOU LOVE TO FLOOD WITH YOUR RANK NUT-SLOP! 💞❤💔”
What other choice did Treck have but to comply? His cock was at the mercy of Aerith’s devilish cunt-grip, and she was calling the shots. He snorted out steam and bellowed as his massive balls quivered and shook, a spray of chunky jizz-cream bursting upwards and filling up Aerith’s ultra-tight pussy. Aerith let out a strained gasp, mewling like a cat with the cream as she felt the violent thudding of jizz inside her, each of Treck’s angry, pent-up shots of cum trying to discipline the smirking sex-pot. Treck’s cock wanted to punish Aerith soooo bad for being such a bitch, but the joke was on it. Aerith loved it when a huge cock tried to put her in her place. Each and every one of them failed, of course, but it was the attempt that she enjoyed. Huge monster cocks were just so cute. 💞
Aerith leaned backwards, giving Treck a good view of the bulge his frothing cum-slop was creating. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, and Aerith let out a throaty moan as her pussy twitched in satisfaction. But before Treck could catch his breath, she began to bounce up and down once more. Slowly at first, but the same intense passion that Aerith showed before came back quickly. Within moments she was revived, grinning down at Treck and licking her lips as she once more pressed her palms against his chest for support and bounced her ass like a trained club dancer.
“H-Hee hee hee…not bad, not bad…for your FIRST shot.” Aerith remarked with a cute tone to her voice, “But surely a big, bad, brutish cock like yours won’t be done with just one cumshot? Come on, how many condoms is just one load gonna really fill? I know you’ve got more in you! FIll me up with it! Send your wrigglers out to hunt down my eggs! Teach my slutty womb a lesson, if you think you can!”
Treck grunted, arching his back and thrusting his cock up deeper into Aerith. “Y-YES MA’AM!” He cried out in a desperate, blissful voice. Hearts flashed in Aerith’s eyes at his words. Oh, he was ticking all her boxes right now. 💖
“Good boy, that’s the r-right response! Mmmph…you do a good job, and we’ll both feel so damn good for it~~ Fuckfuckfuck, I-I can seriously feel it building up now…like a d-dam about to burst…c-come on, pound me harder! I’ll give you permission to grab my ass and hold me down, just ram your hips like you mean it! I’m getting so clooooose! 💕❤💔” Aerith whined as she rotated her hips around on Treck. He listened to her generous offer and reached his hands around to grope her meaty ass, burying his fingers into her soft cheeks as he added his own strength to the bouncing. He was already starting to feel another load brewing up as Aerith threw her head back and let out a series of gasps and pants in time to Treck’s motions.
“OOHH! AHHHN! GGHOOOGH! F-FUCK YEAH! COME ON! RAM ME HARDER! NO MERCY! FUCKFUCKFUCK I’M CUMMING! T-THIS GUY IS SERIOUSLY MAKING ME CUM! OOGGHHHH SHIIIIIIIT!!! 💖💗💞💕” Aerith squealed out, dragging her nails down Treck’s chest and clenching her pussy tight as syrupy love juices squirted from her pussy, drenching Treck’s hips and dripping down to coat his sloshing, swinging balls in the evidence of her own arousal. The feeling of her hot, sticky girl-cum on his nuts pushed Treck past his limit again, and he held Aerith’s body down as another shot of creamy cock-juice sprayed out into Aerith’s sensitive womb.
“GGGHHHHOOOOOGGGGGHHHHHHNNNNNNN??!! 💞❤💔” Aerith was unprepared for the sheer pleasure that coursed through her body. Her own mind-melting climax had left her more sensitive than ever, and each shot of Treck’s cum smashing against her womb felt like an electric shock rocketing through Aerith’s body. As the sloppy dick-custard splurted inside her, Aerith fell forward in a daze, her soft tits squishing up against Treck’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her slender body and held on tight, gritting his teeth and whining as he rode out the convulsions of his powerful orgasm. Jizz drooled out of Aerith’s puffy, raw pussy as Aerith panted for breath on Treck’s chest, sucking in lungfuls of cum-tainted air as the world around her finally stopped spinning around so much.
“H-Holy shiiiiit…” Aerith mewled softly, “T-That was…awesome…I loved it…y-your cock is seriously something else…”
“Wheeeeew…” Treck let out a long, satisfied breath, before looking down at Aerith with a goofy, toothy grin. “S-Same time tomorrow?”
Aerith looked up with pursed lips, before breaking into her own toothy grin. “Yeah, you know what? I think I can fit you in again!”
“Alright Aerith, I got good news. Your noble sacrifice is officially over.” Tifa remarked as she walked from the Seventh Heaven backrooms to her bar. “The mission went off without a hitch, and I’m back to having sweet fuck all to do tonight. I know Treck isn’t really your type, so I’ll get back to dealing with the big lug.”
Aerith sipped on her drink, blinking in surprise at Tifa’s sudden declaration. She sounded a little more excited to get back to dealing with Treck than Tifa would ever care to admit. However…
“Oh Tifa, don’t you worry about that~” Aerith waved Tifa off with a winning smile, “Treck actually asked me to come back again tonight, so I can still handle him for a little while longer.”
TIfa looked a little taken aback. “What, really? You agreed to do three nights in a row? I thought you were into more…you know…athletic guys? The kind that can get into SOLDIER or something? You didn’t seem all that enthused to deal with him when I first made the offer, what gives?”
Aerith gave a sly smile as she finished off her drink. “Well Tifa, I think, if you give someone a chance, you’ll find something that you find attractive in anyone.”
“Uh-huh.” Tifa narrowed her eyes, “So, what is it that you found in Treck that’s so attractive?”
“He does what I tell him. 💕” Aerith said in the silkiest, sweetest, most cotton-candy voice she could put on. “Ohh, speaking of which, I should start getting ready. I’m going to make him WORK for his next treat…hee hee hee…” Putting her empty glass down, Aerith began to head out of the bar with a lewd smirk lifting the corners of her mouth up. Tifa looked on, wide-eyed and shell-shocked.
“...well goddamn…” TIfa shrugged, idly cleaning the dirty glasses on the bar.
Treck couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw what Aerith had prepared for the next day. He was reminded of the slutty pair of panties that he had given Tifa to wear, designed with a hole in the back for easy, quick, free-use access. Tifa had grumbled and growled and sneered with a sexy pout, but she had put that pair on for him in the end.
Aerith didn’t even need to be asked to put a pair of them on. She had them all set and ready to go entirely by her own volition.
Treck was shoved up against the wall of his apartment, sat on his butt as Aerith lifted her skirt and shoved her huge ass right in his face, letting him get a good look at her own personal pair of “Fuck-My-Ass” panties. They were even naughtier than Tifa’s pair, barely fitting around the curves of Aerith’s ass. The hole was in the shape of a heart, and Aerith rammed it right against Treck’s face as she bent over and grabbed her own legs, wiggling her hips while she forced the snorting lick-slave to eat her ass.
“Hee hee…oohn…thaaaaat’s right, eat up like it’s your favourite meal. 💗💞 Slide your tongue in and go crazy for me, worship my ass. Maybe if you treat my tight little fuck-hole nice, it’ll treat your big, nasty, hard cock even nicer…mmmph…yeaaaaaah, slobber all over my ass…get it nice and wet…fuuuuck, you’re good at that…” Aerith’s eyes fluttered and she made a lewd “O” with her lips as she felt Treck lapping at her ass, his fingers gripping her wide hips and keeping her in place. She pushed her hips back harder, knocking Treck’s head lightly against the wall and swinging her hips in a circle. Her body was on fire from horniness. So few guys were willing to pay her money to lick at her sweet ass, they always just wanted to get their dicks wet and pound away at whatever sloppy hole they could get balls deep into. But this man was clearly an anal connoisseur! Someone who could recognize a top-tier ass like Aerith’s when it wobbled before him.
“Mmmph…g-get a finger in there…spread it out nice and wide…” Aerith demanded, and Treck obeyed. He lifted his thick finger up as he pulled his face away, gently prodding around the puffy ring of Aerith’s puckered asshole. She bit her lip with a mewl of frustration. “G-Go on…hurry…finger my ass…those big, thick, flabby fingers are gonna feel so goooood!”
Treck gulped, putting more pressure into his prodding. Aerith’s asshole opened up, swallowing up Treck’s finger and dragging him further inside like it had a mind of its own. Aerith gasped, her legs getting weak and wobbly as the pleasure of her ass being pried open hit her. God, she was such an anal whore…but even her ass had its limits. She needed this brute to get it ready for his mega-sized meat-rod. She began to bounce her hips up and down, feeling Treck’s finger sliding against the walls of her ass-pussy.
“Mmmph…harder, faster…f-finger-fuck my asshole!” Aerith demanded, looking over her shoulder with a husky, lewd expression on her face. She was wearing darker mascara than before, and crimson red lipstick, looking more mature and down to fuck than ever. She was wearing a rich perfume that tickled Treck’s nose, and it spurred him on to push his digits deeper into the tight embrace of Aerith’s anal fuck-sleeve. He poked a second finger along the rim and spread the hole wider, wondering if his girthy cock was going to even fit in there…but Aerith was determined to make sure it would, and if Aerith wanted something, Aerith got it. 💞❤
She reached her hands around to grip her own asscheeks and pulled them apart, her juicy asshole stretching out as Aerith looked over her shoulder and grinned. “A-Alright…enough messing around…show me what you’ve got! Balls deep in one strike! Summon up the beast inside and smash my ass-pussy stupid!” Aerith was giving Treck the chance to assert a little dominance, eager to see what the babbling, awestruck meathead could do. Treck gulped, lining his cock up against Aerith’s ass and shakily holding onto her hips…before SLAMMING himself forward as per her wishes. His hefty dick-slab pushed inside the tight ring of Aerith’s asshole, inch after inch vanishing from sight as he plunged into her sensitive anal depths.
“GWOGH-GHHOOEGH?! 💔💕” Even with her inviting Treck inside, Aerith was unprepared for the feeling of raw fullness that she felt as Treck’s cock was stuffed inside her. God, he was insanely hung. This meaty dick-club was a dangerous weapon, and here she was treating it like some common dildo…it was too exciting for words! Having a guy who didn’t treat her like some soft, meek princess, but like a real BITCH. Her tight ass clamped around Treck like it was trying to choke it, coiling and tightening and making sure it didn’t even dare to try and escape.
“F-FUCK!” Aerith cried out, throwing her ass back and clapping it around Treck’s cock as it pushed inside her. Her ass was sweaty and oiled up, and speckles flew back and hit Treck as she twerked against his hard length. Even though she had challenged Treck to go balls deep inside her, she couldn’t wait until he was all the way in before she began to add her own movements to the mix. The wet, sloppy slaps of meat on meat on began in earnest as Treck let out a strangled whine, while Aerith stepped backwards until her booty was pressed up against his body, her ass completely filled up by turgid, raw, nasty cock.
“Unnnffff…c-come on, fuck me like you’re pounding Tifa’s greased-up tits! T-Treat my ass like one of your useless rubber fuck-toys that break into pieces around your massive cock! Try and WRECK me! 💖❤” Aerith demanded, grinning wildly as she wiggled her hips and smacked her plump cheeks up against Treck. He could barely even stand, his legs having turned completely to jelly under the sheer pleasure of Aerith’s vice-like ass. It was only because Aerith was pushing herself up against him that Treck could even stand up straight.
Treck let out a high-pitched squeal, his balls swelling as his cock was stroked and crushed by the powerful grip of Aerith’s ass-pussy. Aerith’s head was spinning, any desire to take things slow being melted away into the hormone-filled stench of the room. Her attempts at controlled, precise bounces devolved into a series of crazed ass-twerking gestures not unlike a breeding-ready bitch trying to show why she was the prime target for her mate’s lusts. Treck fulfilled the role perfectly, braying and whinying like he was a pent-up stallion as the veins tracing across his fat ballsack pumped and throbbed. He wanted to make this ass PREGNANT.
“OHHHH GOD!! FUUUUUCK MEEEEE!! 💞💞💞” Aerith bellowed out, her eyes crossing as she readied herself and SLAMMED her hips backwards, trapping Treck completely against the wall and forcing his shuddering cum-spheres to release their load out of pure shock. A geyser of creamy cock-chowder gushed into Aerith’s ass, a lewd explosion of white jizz spraying out across the curves of her meaty cheeks. Aerith’s eyes shot open, and she let out a primal scream as Treck’s gooey spunk fried her brain and clogged her holes. Aerith didn’t take a step forward though, even with the seemingly endless stream of cum pouring into her. She bit her bottom lip and pushed her body back against Treck all the more, determined to drain him of every last drop. Her pride as a professional was on the line…and her needs as a cum-slut were too much.
Treck stayed frozen in place for a long moment, his head fallen back and his tongue drooling from his mouth as he squirted the last drops of his virile seed into Aerith’s slurping, squeezing ass. It held onto his cock as Aerith herself began to move forward, like her ass-pussy was reluctant to let Treck go even if Aerith had already decided to. With a nasty *PLOP*, Treck’s cock fell free and swung low between his legs once more while frothing rivulets of messy cum dribbled down Aerith’s thighs, her ass unable to hold the sheer amount of cock-slop that he had pumped into her.
Aerith looked down at the mess, her lips parted as she panted softly. She took a finger and dragged it along her own ass, lapping up a dollop of Treck’s cum that she slid between her lips, closing her eyes and humming softly as she savored the rich texture and taste...
“Hey, you wanna share this guy?”
Aerith’s question caught Tifa off guard. She froze in the spot she was in, wiping a cloth across the counter.
“...what guy?”
“Treck.” Aerith confirmed, “The greasy guy with the huge dick? Comes here pretty much every day? Fucked us both into drooling messes? Ringing any bells?”
“Don’t be a smartass.” Tifa sighed, “What made you blurt that out all of a sudden?”
Aerith shrugged, “I dunno, it’s just…he’s got a bunch more money to burn, and honestly I kind of want to see what he can do with an entire evening with us. Make it an event, you know?”
Tifa blinked in shock. “Oh lord, are you starting to LIKE the guy?”
Aerith smirked and looked away nonchalantly. “Maybe not LIKE like…buuuuut…he’s interesting, and fun, and just kind of goes along with whatever you want to do, you know? He’s horny but…flexible. I like flexible. I think you do too, otherwise you’d have dumped the guy after the first session. But here you are, even bringing me into the mix to make sure this guy’s cock never goes soft. I think you’ve got a soft spot for him too! You wouldn’t have looked so jealous last night when you heard he wanted to see me again otherwise.”
Tifa sneered, looking away from Aerith’s knowing gaze. “Depends on what you mean by soft spot…I guess I’m warming up to him a little, it’s kind of fun seeing the joy on his face every time he gets an eyeful of a pair of nice tits. But you don’t think that letting him fuck us both at once would make him a little big-headed? I don’t want the guy to start thinking he’s some Casanova who can get any girl he wants. The poor lug would go out into Wall Market and get his ass beat by the first woman he tried to pick up without opening his wallet!”
Aerith snickered at Tifa’s harsh words, but didn’t dispute them. “Pfff…well, I think we can deal with that. We’ll just make sure the night is particularly “special” for him, something he’ll know is a damned miracle…”
It was the first time that a note had been left for Treck instead of him leaving one for someone else. A neatly written letter was slid under his door in the early hours of the morning, with a message for him written on it complete with a crimson red lipstick mark.
“One Pass to the Seventh Heaven Nightclub Brothel. Bring Cash. 💗”
The Seventh Heaven Nightclub Brothel…the very sound of that in his head made Treck’s cock start to bulge in his pants. It sounded so lewd…it sounded so sinful…it sounded so expensive! After how Tifa had gouged him of all his money before, was he seriously about to risk it all again on one massive extravagant event?
Yes. Yes he was.
So that evening, Treck wandered over to the Seventh Heaven to find it closed for the evening, an unusual situation that only tended to occur when an Avalanche meeting was taking place. But Treck knew that Avalanche weren’t here today. He gripped his pass and knocked on the door, and it creaked open slowly.
“Your pass, sir?” came a sultry voice from inside. Treck swallowed hard, and handed it over.
“Come on in~” offered the voice as a pair of fingers grabbed the pass and vanished. Treck stepped inside the Seventh Heaven Nightclub Brothel.
He had been anticipating this, but to actually see it in reality was something else entirely. Aerith and Tifa were waiting for him, dressed up in outfits he had never imagined seeing them in before. Tifa was wearing a tight, short-cut purple dress that reached up to her ass and exposed a glorious eyeful of her milky cleavage, the sheer weight of her massive tits forcing the dress to hang low. Aerith was wearing a devilishly daring crimson red dress, flowing and elegant and yet somehow so perverted to witness. It was the kind of outfit that would normally suit a gala, but the way it seemed to cling to Aerith’s curves and show off her chest suggested it had been subtly altered for a more private function.
Tifa wasn’t looking right at Treck, pouting and glancing away with a slight blush to her cheeks. Aerith, shorter than her muscular friend, wrapped her arms around Tifa and grinned, winking at Treck as he stood dumbfounded by the door.
“Welcome to your personal heaven, sir.” Aerith whispered in a husky voice, “Your angels have been waiting for you~”
“Tch…so fuckin’ corny…” Tifa muttered under her breath, turning her face to look down her nose at Treck’s awestruck, wide-eyed expression. She couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction. Just like Aerith, Tifa got a thrill from seeing just how much this guy wanted her...as if the pants-ripping, hill-sized bulge of cock threatening to burst out into the open wasn’t a clear indicator of that. Aerith pushed her face between Tifa’s tits and let out a hot sigh as she eyed Treck up and down.
Tifa kept her face stony, but let out a steamy snort as her eyes fell onto Treck’s cock. She was clearly just as turned on by this as Aerith was, but not nearly as willing to show it. “You got the cash, dumbass?”
Treck glanced into his wallet. Once again, he had brought his entire allowance for the month with him. Once again, he knew it would be so damn worth it to hand it all over right here and now. He opened the wallet up towards Tifa and Aerith, and their eyes sparkled as they saw its contents.
“Full to bursting~” Aerith giggled.
“Hmph. It’ll do.” Tifa sneered.
In unison, they both grinned at Treck. “Now pull your fat cock out…Master. 💗”
“Puff, puff, puff, puff…”
Aerith had picked up a few tips and tricks from her visits to Wall Market as she lifted her chest up in her palms and pushed it against Treck’s face, attacking him with her nipples and covering his face in the warm embrace of her milky jugs. Treck snorted in the rich fragrence of Aerith’s breasts like it was a sweet nectar, the potent musk working its way through his nostrils and bloating up his fat cock-meat, that itself was stuck between the mountainous orbs of succulent tit-flesh possessed by Tifa. She was on her knees, her dress pulled down so her gargantuan milkers could flop out and slap around Treck’s cock, giving him the patented Tifa titty-fuck that he so very much loved.
“Mmph…damn it Aerith, I can still smell your juices all over this thing.” Tifa tsked, not even noticing that the smell of Aerith’s ass and pussy was making her mouth water, “I thought a trained slut like you would take this guy to a Soapland or something, sud yourself up and give him a personal bath.”
“Oooh, that IS a good idea…” Aerith cooed in approval, “But see…this guy gets way harder and hornier when he gets to smell me all over him. 💞❤ Don’t you, Mr Treck?”
“UH-HUH! UH-HUH!” Treck babbled in agreement, nodding his head and motorboating Aerith’s titties. She gasped at his rapid-fire face-thrusts, letting out a delighted laugh and holding her breasts tigther to keep him in place. Tifa pouted softly at Treck’s absolute tit-frenzy. He was completely losing his mind while the single greatest pair of jugs in Midgar were wrapped around his shaft? Ever since Aerith first gave Treck a chance, he was starting to get more obsessed with her by the day. Tifa supposed it was time to remind Treck what the first pair of tits he had ever gotten his greasy hands on could do. She mashed her palms together on the sides of her chest and mauled them, pressing them up so hard against Treck’s cock that she could feel the veins pumping blood even through the bed of warm tit-meat.
“GWHIEE?!” Treck let out a gasp that startled Aerith, nearly sending her toppling off her perch. But she held steady and continued to shove her chest into his face, offering up her rosy nipples for Treck to lick and suck while she looked down with a pleased, dominant expression.
“That’s a good look for you, Mr Treck…isn’t it just so nice to give up on being a human and become my tit-slave? You could get the chance to wrap your lips around them even more if you’re a good boy for me…💞💖” Aerith uttered in a low, sultry voice. Even Tifa was surprised by how horny Aerith was getting, the chance to be on top clearly sending her wild. But Treck wasn’t the only one who could suck. Tifa pursed her lips and slurped hard on the exposed head of Treck’s cock, swirling her tongue around the rim of the tip and forcing the brute to arch his back and let out a shrilll wail.
Fat globs of rich semen sputtered recklessly between Tifa’s lips, forcing her cheeks to balloon out as the copious amounts of cock-cream poured down Tifa’s throat and stuffed her mouth full. She let out a muffled gasp as strings of gooey nut-slop dribbled from her lips, her eyes crossing as twin streams of jizz sprayed from her nose. Aerith gasped, jumping down from her perch to get a closer look. At first it seemed like she might fight Tifa for control over Treck’s cum, but she simply waited and watched with glee as Tifa attempted in vain to guzzle down as much of the vile, frothing ball-muck as she could. Strands of sticky jizz stained her cheeks and lips, and by the time she was done there was a pool of fresh cum bubbling between her sweaty tits. Aerith licked her lips, and shoved her face between Tifa’s tits then to guzzle down the remnants of Treck’s cum that Tifa failed to guzzle, enjoying several thick, steamy, musky mouthfuls of the nastiest, thickest, chunkiest dick-sauce she had ever experienced. 💞
As the stench of raw, milky cock-cream filled the air, Aerith took the chance to move into the next scenario. "Alright, enough playing around...it's time to start the FUCKFEST! 💗💞"
"Not yet it isn't." Tifa held up her arms in a cross, putting a stop to the proceedings. Aerith pouted and tilted her head in confusion. "Get a rubber wrapped around that monster cock or we're not playing with it anymore."
"Whaaaaaaaaat?!" Aerith gawped, "You want to wrap a cock as awesome as THIS in a sheath?! Come on Tifa, don't you want to feel this cock blasting into your guts? Where's your usual confidence?! Say something like "THERE'S NO WAY A USELESS COCK LIKE THIS WILL GET ME PREGNANT" and challenge him to a cock vs pussy duel!"
Tifa rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "What are you even...no, no I'm not going to do something like that. It's precisely BECAUSE this cock is so damned "awesome", apparently, that I'm wrapping it up. Maybe you're happy to let him stain your womb white, but I'm keeping myself safe from any little accidents."
"Boooo..." Aerith pouted double-hard, but agreed nonetheless. She gently, and with a hint of reluctance, wrapped a condom around Treck's massive cock, giving it a soft kiss as an apology and a promise that she'll make it up to him in due time. ❤❤ "When it comes to my turn...feel free to slip this nasty little nuisance off. 💖" She gave Treck a wink as she moved backwards, leaving him gulping and shivering with anticipation.
Aerith then laid down on her back while grabbing hold of Tifa and laying her down on top of her, with TIfa’s heavy tits pressing against Aerith’s and enveloping them in their sheer size and weight.
“W-What the heck are you doing now?” TIfa asked as she looked down at Aerith’s naughty smile.
“Hee hee hee…I want to see you getting FUCKED~” was Aerith’s classically lewd reply. Tifa rolled her eyes, and spat down a string of gooey, chewed-up cum right onto Aerith’s face in retaliation. Treck gulped, realizing Tifa had been keeping some of his cum hidden away in her mouth this whole time. Did she like the taste of it after all, he wondered. The joke was on Tifa though as Aerith eagerly licked her tongue around to drag the creamy, frothy spunk into her own mouth, chewing on it like it was a sweet candy.
Tifa let out a soft grunt as she tried to make herself comfortable, while Treck lumbered up behind her., Tifa glared in embarrassed frustration at the lurking cock-beast behind her who was getting a close look at her drooling wet pussy for the first time in weeks. Treck leaned in and snorted in Tifa’s cunt-musk, the potent perfume of arousal making him shudder and grunt like a pig in heat.
“Quit fucking eyeing me up already and get to work…” Tifa tried to shift things along, getting embarrassed at how wet her pussy clearly was. She could feel the trickles of her juices dripping down her thighs and onto Aerith, who lay down below grinning up at TIfa’s face. The flower girl was enjoying every second of this, watching the cool and collected TIfa turn all blushy and shy.
“I finally get to see it~ Tifa taking the cock that turned her into a mewling little bitch-slut…I bet you’ve been dreaming about this for a while now, Tifa! I bet you spent that whole Avalanche mission wishing you were back home getting your back blown out by this nasty, fat, gross dick-club!” Aerith had mischief dancing in her eyes as she taunted Tifa, who let out a question “Huuuuh?” at her flowery prose.
“What the fuck..the hell you even talking about? A “mewling little bitch-slut”? Just cause he has a nice cock, I’ve not become his personal spunk-dump you know?” Tifa tsked, looking behind her at Treck who had a look of wonder on his face.
“Y-You think my cock is nice?!” He asked in excitement. TIfa rolled her eyes and gave him a slight smirk.
“It’s the only thing you’ve going for ya, so put it to good use for me.” TIfa teased with a wink. Treck let out a roar as his hands slapped down around Tifa’s waist, and he SLAMMED his cock inside. Tifa let out a feminine gasp as her womb was pounded by the long, thick shaft. Even though it hadn’t really been that long since Treck’s huge cock graced the slippery, sensitive walls of Tifa’s cunny, it was enough time for her body to forget just how insanely good it felt to be rammed full of this much meat. 💖❤ She arched her back, crushing Aerith’s body under the heavenly folds of her body even more. Aerith grinned in sheer delight, the look of passion and awe on Tifa’s face worth more gil than there was in the whole of Midgar.
“Mmm…not many cocks in Midgar that could make you pull a face like that…” Aerith sighed, reaching her fingers up and stuffing them between Tifa’s lips. Tifa choked and glared down at Aerith, her eyes firey and angry…but she still ended up slurping and sucking on Aerith’s fingers like they were a juicy cock just for her. She couldn’t help but suck on anything stuffed between her lips while she was taking a cock as huge as this. Being fucked by Treck turned her into more of a submissive than she would care to admit. Aerith, however, got a dominating streak going when she was turned on. It made Tifa and Aerith work well as a pairing, and Treck was the juicy meat in the middle of their sandwich.
“Suck ‘em and lick ‘em, just like a good girl. 💗” demanded Aerith, her voice getting huskier and heavier, “You see, Treck? This is what I meant by “mewling little bitch-slut”. Because as much as Tifa denies it…this meaty fucking wet dream of a body of hers gets soooo turned on when the tables are turned on her. Blessed with all this solid muscle, but cursed to melt into jelly when a nice, hard cock slaps across her face!”
“FRUUUK EWWW!” Tifa tried to swear at Aerith, but her mouth was too full to get the words all out. Not to mention her brain was frying and popping as Treck’s thrusts got harder and faster. His heavy balls slapped against the round spheres of her perfect ass, plapping Tifa in time with her moans and grunts. Aerith thrust her fingers in and out at the same time, licking her lips as she watched Tifa’s eyes rolling back into her head.
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* The twin bodies of the beauties down on their backs shifted and shook with Treck’s unhinged thrusting, his desire to seed both drooling, tight, sinfully seductive pussies full to the brim with his spunk sending him into overdrive. Aerith let out a squeal as she felt his heavy balls slapping her while Tifa let out a strained howl like a beast as her treacherous womb opened up wide for its beloved loser-cock. Treck reached out and grabbed a fistful of Tifa’s hair, yanking her head backwards as he rammed her. It was the kind of move that could lead a man to a series of broken bones if they weren’t doing a good enough job of fucking her senseless. Fortunately, Treck was excelling at this particular task. Aerith could tell though that he was reaching his limits, as the pair of sloshing spunk-factories that kept slapping against her were getting fuller and heavier with each meaty swing.
“Oh fuck yeah, let’s see how well she can take your cock~” Aerith let out a cackle as she wrapped her arms around Tifa, holding her tighter so she couldn’t get away. “I need to see every second of this, I wanna feel that cum-bloated condom getting so full it pushes up against me when this muscle-slut takes every single drop of jizz!”
“Haa…haaa…haaa…y-you’re seriously…a-acting weird…” Tifa panted out to Aerith, her lips parted and her eyes hazy, “W-Were you always…this damned perverted? O-Or are you getting corrupted by this…this huge fucking meat-rod as well? T-This thing really does turn girls stupid…”
“You love it. 💕💖” Aerith reached her hands downwards towards Tifa’s ass, gripping the bouncing cheek and using her own arms to make them twerk and wobble even more. The added pressure made Treck’s cum-bubbling cock feel about ready to explode! He was more than ready to let loose a geyser of steaming hot cock-slop into Tifa’s needy fuck-hole, and Aerith wasn’t even done yet.
“Now…beg him for his cum, Tifa.” Aerith said in a sweet voice.
“Huuuuuuh?!” Tifa let out a petulant, confused sound. “You must b-be joking...h-he's wearing a condom anyway…I would never…I wouldn’t…”
“Do it.” Aerith said, repeating herself in the same tone of voice.
“Y-You’re out of your mind…I would never even think of-”
“Do. It.” Aerith said one more time, her grin spreading wider as she bared her teeth. Tifa shuddered, her inate submissiveness flaring up under the sight of Aerith’s dominance. Tifa looked over her shoulder, her eyes watery and her lip wobbling.
“...cum for me...” She uttered in a soft voice.
“Do it properly. 💕” Aerith spoke up, chiding Tifa’s attempt.
TIfa gulped hard, and looked right into Treck’s wide eyes. “…please…cum for me…please empty your balls into my womb…flood my cervix with your nasty ball-chowder until it’s totally yours…claim my womb with your seed…”
“OOOOOGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Treck let out a loud cry into the air as his massive balls rose up and throbbed, Tifa’s words drawing out the monstrous load of lava-hot cum-cream that he had been preparing just for her.
A violent spraying of gooey, piping-hot cum blasted into Tifa, a rubbed vortex of swirling spunk that assaulted her pussy and aimed directly for her womb like a lightning bolt. Tifa arched her back and let out a howl as her pussy constricted tighter around Treck’s cock, acting like a pump that was working to stroke him dry. Her hungry womb begged Tifa to let Treck burst the condom so it could taste the wriggling sperm filling the condom up to the bursting point, but she shook her head and denied her lewd desires, already cumming her brains out even with Treck's cock wrapped up. Vile spurts of jizz passed through Treck’s shaft, which bloated up with each powerful shot that coursed through. Aerith’s face was crushed under the sweaty, steamy weight of TIfa’s tits, and her eyes rolled under the potent musk that assaulted her. It was a moment of distraction for Aerith that Treck, on purpose or by pure animal instinct, took advantage of.
He dragged his cock free of Tifa’s pussy in a sudden movement, the condom loosely attached to his cock just barely hanging on as it was weighed down with the massive load of cum. It fell off Treck's cock as he swung it like a club downwards towards Aerith, and the volcanic rod of cock towards Aerith’s pussy, plunging deep inside before another errant arc of cock-slop could go firing out. Aerith let out a muffled scream into Tifa’s rack, the vibrations of a sudden and unexpected orgasm striking out across all her senses. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she clenched her hips, her legs going stiff as Treck pushed his cock deep into her folds like a hot knife through butter. Her womb was flooded with cum, the juices of Tifa’s pussy melding with Aerith’s own to create a luxury lube that even Don Corneo wouldn’t be able to afford. It was exclusively for Treck’s personal use, and he made the most of it as he began to drag his hips back faster and harder, plunging his cock in and out of both Tifa and Aerith as he rode out his long orgasm. ❤❤
Tifa lifted herself up slightly, enough for Aerith to suck in a lungful of air inbetween her own wails and gasps, but Tifa took even the privilege of air from her as she leaned in and mashed her lips against Aerith’s own, shoving her tongue between Aerith’s lips and hungrily making out with her to disguise her own heavy breathing and squealing. Aerith answered back, pushing her body up against Tifa’s and sucking on her wet tongue as the two lewd sounds of two hot bitches making out made Treck’s over-worked balls pump harder and stronger. He was determined to leave these two as spunk-stuffed sperm-sows, and his own inherant desire to knock the two beauties up made his dick work double time. This was the kind of wild, crazed, unrestrained fucking that handsome, wealthy, successful dudes couldn’t pull off. This was the rut of a perverted slum-dwelling brute who loved to leave women broken and ruined. The kind of wild frenzy that women like Tifa and Aerith needed more than they would ever admit.
As Treck’s long, potent orgasm came to an end, he slid out of Aerith or Tifa’s pussy and staggered backwards. He couldn’t even tell who he had finished blowing his load into, his eyes were so hazy and his head was so dizzy. He fell down onto his ass, leaning against the wall as he tried to stop the world from spinning around him. Tifa and Aerith lay in a satisfied heap on the floor, their dresses disheveled and messed up, and cum drooling from their every hole as they sucked in lungfuls of air that was tainted by the thick strench of cum and the sweet smell of the other woman they were resting on. 💞💕💖
Going broke never felt so goddamn good, Treck thought to himself as his half-mast cock twitched in front of his eyes. It wasn’t done with the two moaning sluts he had paid for yet. He was going to make them earn every single Gil that they were taking from his wallet…
As Aerith looked up to see Treck starting to stagger to his feet, his burly erection pulsing as it started to get hard once again, she briefly thought that this was the kind of thing she should be paying HIM for, not the other way around…
…but she wouldn’t be saying that out loud. She was taking all of Treck’s cum and all of Treck’s money tonight. 💗
Chapter 3: Cloud Wants The Cash
Summary:
Despite their attempts to keep their movements hidden from him, Cloud has discovered what Aerith and Tifa have been up to recently that has led to Avalanche's sudden financial backing. In order to scout out how much danger his friends are in, Cloud wants to check out the man they're seeing in person. Tifa comes up with a crazy idea to get Cloud a meeting...and perhaps more. Treck's wallet can only handle so much draining, but the Avalanche Trio make a very convincing case.
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It didn’t take a genius to tell that something strange was going on.
Cloud had been doing work for Avalanche for cheap for quite some time, giving Tifa friendship discounts more often than any professional mercenary really should. But all of a sudden, Tifa was insisting that the discounts weren’t necessary anymore and started paying full price. Soon after that, Tifa started to pay extra for Cloud’s help, citing those very discounts he had given her before.
It was odd enough for Avalanche to suddenly have enough money to pay Cloud his full price, but when Cloud pressed Barret about it he didn’t seem to want to get too involved. All he knew was that Tifa was suddenly getting an influx of cash from somewhere and he wasn’t going to start asking questions that Tifa didn’t want to answer.
So it wasn’t even Avalanche themselves getting the money to pay Cloud. It was Tifa by herself.
Cloud did ask her a couple of times, in rather subtle ways. He brought up the money casually, and Tifa would move along casually. He would discuss his next payment and where it was coming from, and Tifa would flash the Gil right there and tell him not to worry his pretty head about it. It soon became clear that Tifa was actively avoiding actually telling Cloud where this cash was coming from.
Then Aerith started to join in, and Cloud began to grow concerned.
Aerith was less subtle with her money than Tifa was. Aerith wasn’t exactly a diva, but she clearly wasn’t someone who was used to having extra cash and thus enjoyed spending in on nice things. She would talk about getting a new dress, buying her mom a new cooking pot, getting the Leaf House orphanage a big order of sweets as a surprise, and getting some of the fancier cocktails that the Seventh Heaven served up. When she was purchasing one of those last things and very much enjoying the tipsiness it brought her, Aerith let slip that she was getting some extra cash from “a very special new friend” which did absolutely nothing to quieten Cloud’s worries.
It reached the point where he had to know what was going on for his own peace of mind. If asking subtly wasn’t working, and asking indirectly wasn’t working, then Cloud would just have to sit Aerith and Tifa down and demand an explanation straight to their faces. If it turned out to be nothing to worry about, Cloud was willing to take the awkwardness of looking like an overstressed guardian. It would hardly be the first time he had shoved his foot into his own mouth.
“I dunno what you’re talking about.” Tifa looked to the side as she leaned back on her chair, her arms crossed over her huge chest as she looked nonchalantly around the Seventh Heaven bar. She looked unbothered by Cloud’s demand for information…TOO unbothered. Tifa looked so calm about Cloud’s strange behaviour. If something really wasn’t going on, she’d be more upset that Cloud was suspecting her of something.
“Y-Yeah, right! Nothing’s going on, y-you’re being silly.” Aerith stammered out, acting the exact opposite while twirling her braid around her finger. Aerith was a woman you could trust under pressure, but not when it came to keeping secrets. Her eyes darted around the room, sweat dripped down her brow, and she even attempted a shrill whistle which anyone could tell her was the most obvious sign of someone hiding something.
Cloud could pick up on the most subtle of social cues, and these two were being anything but subtle.
“Come on, I just want to know where you’re getting this cash. If it’s something illegal, you know I don’t give a damn about that. I just want to know you’re not putting yourselves in any danger.” Cloud asked, his voice gruff and his eyes sharp. But behind his words was a clear concern for his friends. Tifa sighed through her nose. That straight-forwardness of Cloud’s was a dangerous weapon in his arsenal.
“Well I can at least promise you we aren’t in any danger.” TIfa glanced back at Cloud, giving him at least some comfort with her words. “It’s…something of a special arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?” Cloud obviously asked afterwards. Tifa tsked, thinking of a way to explain it without Cloud freaking out.
Aerith jumped in to try her hand at doing so. “Our new friend just…has some things that he can’t deal with by himself, you know? So he pays me and Tifa to do it for him! A-And it’s…something that he needs helping dealing with nearly every night, s-so we get quite a bit of money for it.” Aerith flashed a sugary-sweet smile. It was practically radiating with innocence, but Cloud just stared with an open mouth and confused eyes.
“…dealing with something he can’t deal with nearly every night…” Cloud repeated to Aerith. “When I say that out loud, what does that actually sound like to you?”
Aerith pursed her lips and looked to the side, going dead silent. She only realized how bad it sounded when Cloud repeated it back to her. Yeah it…it totally sounded like Aerith and Tifa were up to something very indecent when it was put like that. But how was she supposed to portray what she, Tifa and Treck were getting up to? She couldn’t portray it as anything but indecent!
Tifa rubbed the back of her head and let out a sigh. “Ohh Aerith…alright Cloud, you’ve probably already figured out that we’ve been draining the funds out of some guy we know…”
“And maaaaaaybe draining more than funds…” Aerith added. Tifa shot her a piercing gaze that screamed “SHUT THE FUCK UP” and Aerith went right back to being silent.
Cloud rubbed the bridge of his nose. “…are you being coerced?” He asked sternly.
Tifa smiled softly. The first thing Cloud was worried about was that Tifa was being forced into this. He really was a sweetheart. “Nope. We could cut it off at any time. Maybe we will at some point but right now it’s seriously easy money. He’s some rich brat with more money than sense, and he’s a frequent patron at the bar.”
Cloud glanced down while huffing softly. “Yeah…I know a few of the regulars who’ve said they’d pay an entire months paycheck to get a chance with you.”
“This is, like, six months paycheck!” Aerith remarked, “Not to mention he’s a total dweeb! Seriously, he wouldn’t hurt a fly and probably couldn’t anyway. We’re in no danger or anything, it’s just a fun way to…a-a quick way to make some money.” Cloud gave Aerith a sideways glance, having heard her Fruedian slip quite well.
“Is that right. A total dweeb.” Cloud sighed, “…well, you’re both your own women. I can’t stop you from doing something like this if it means getting more money for your cause. But…” His gaze hardened as he looked into Tifa’s, “You need to promise me that you’re not being forced into something. That he really is just some harmless rich shmuck you’re bleeding dry.”
Tifa paused, and Cloud felt his concern rising again at her conflicted face. He thought it was because she might be lying about her not being in danger, but the truth was Tifa just didn’t want to sum up her relationship with Treck as “bleeding some rich shmuck dry”. Maybe it was at first, but she had a soft spot for the goofy lech at this point.
“Well why don’t you meet him yourself and find out?” Aerith asked with a tilt of her head. Both Tifa and Cloud looked at her with confusion etched on their faces.
“…meet him? How would I meet him?” Cloud queried.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Treck was lying on the bed, doing what a man of his considerable charisma and skill would normally be doing on a weekday evening. Fuck all! Unless scratching your balls counts as an activity. But he shot upright when he heard the knock on his door. Once again, his slum-bound angels had come a-calling! Was it Tifa? Was it Aerith? Was it both? Was it neither and he was just getting a package delivered? There was only one way to find out, and that was to open the door!
“Open up, dickwad. We’re not here to make your porch look pretty.” Tifa’s rowdy voice called out. Oh okay, there was actually more than one way to find out. Treck jumped to his feet and practically skipped to the door. She even said “We” which meant Aerith was most likely with her two! Ohhh, Treck couldn’t wait to get them inside and drown them in his sweaty nut-stench~~ His balls felt so full and hot right now that he was sure even Aerith would struggle to slurp down the musk of his nuts, and Aerith was a ball-polishing savant.
“Well if my porch is already pretty enough, maybe you can come in and make my…bed…room…huh?” Treck blinked in confusion as he opened the door. It turned out he had been wrong again. It wasn’t just Tifa and Aerith. There was a third girl with them. A frowning, distracted looking blonde!
She was…gorgeous! 💗 Her lips were so soft to compare to her angular chin, and her blonde locks looked stunning as they were braided up and draped over her shoulders. She wore a flowing purple outfit that didn’t show off even as much skin as Aerith’s conservative dress, but it fit her wide hips and plump ass so well that Treck didn’t even care if it covered everything up to her shoulders, which were tantalizing bare.
“Bwuh?” Treck asked. That would have been a perfect place for a suave comment to give this new girl a good first impression of him, but Treck was not a man known for being suave…or for making good first impressions, come to think of it.
“Hee hee, he’s awestruck~ I knew he would be, didn’t I tell you Claude?” Aerith nudged her blonde friend and shot her a wink. This rather shy looking Claude didn’t respond, keeping her head down while glancing up at Treck occasionally. Her gaze was…quite piercing. It was like she was looking right through him…
“A-H-E-M” Tifa coughed very loudly to catch Treck’s attention, “You ready to stop gawping at my friend here and invite us in, or are were gonna just have some fun with the three of us and leave your greasy ass out of it?”
“N-No no no, not at all! Come on in, all of you!” Treck blurted out, moving aside to allow Tifa, Aerith and Claude entrance to his home. Tifa barely looked around at all, so used to the place now. Aerith moved right for the bed, sitting herself down and bouncing on the side of it with a wide smile. Claude moved in slowly, looking up and down and all around like she was scouting the place out.
“I-If I knew I was gonna have a new face visiting, I’d have cleaned up better…” Treck giggled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head shyly.
“You should clean up even if you think just one of us is visiting, you filthy prick.” TIfa remarked with a chuckle to her voice. Claude looked a little surprised at her harsh language. Perhaps she was expecting Tifa to be a little more…submissive considering the situation? Hah. There was no amount of money in Midgar that would make Tifa watch her tone. It was just the way Treck loved her.
“Anywaaaaay, let us introduce our cute friend here.” Aerith jumped in, grabbing Claude’s shoulders and grinning as she poked her head out from behind her. “Claude here has been a little worried about where we’ve been getting our recent influx of money from, and we thought the best way to show her not to be concerned is to introduce you to her. Ain’t she the cutest? 💞”
“Aerith…” Claude whispered in an embarrassed tone. Steam billowed from Treck’s nostrils at her cute blush. Oh wow, Aerith wasn’t kidding. She WAS the cutest! Maybe Claude was going to be the shy girl that he assumed Aerith was at first glance?
“Ohh…b-but does she…uhh…know about our-“ Treck began to ask.
“Does she know we’re draining your nasty, stinking spunk-factories dry every time we visit? She does. She thinks its as gross as I do, so you’d better be on your best behaviour if you don’t want to get your ass sliced into pieces.” warned Tifa, checking her nails as she sat down on Treck’s computer chair and crossed one of her creamy, toned legs over the other.
“But if we want to prove to her that we’re not doing anything too dangerous and you aren’t pressuring us into this, we need to show it to her directly.” Aerith explained, “So we brought her along for the visit! Hope you don’t mind if she sits out any of the real stuff, just think of her as a perverted voyeur or something.”
“Aerith!” Claude snapped a little more, the frustration clear in her voice. Aww, this was probably her first time seeing anyone paying for sex. No wonder she was so nervous, she probably thought Treck was some kind of pimp-lord or something!
“Oh sure, sure. W-Wouldn’t want her to do anything she ain’t comfortable with…” Treck remarked with a little hint of disappointment that he wouldn’t get to play with the new girl, but Tifa and Aerith were more than enough to keep any drooling pervert from here to Gongaga satisfied. He began to ask Tifa how this was all going to work. “So uhhh…how are you going t-to show that I’m not pressuring y-“
“First you’re going to pull out your fucking cock like a good little bitch. 💖” Tifa demanded with a sadistic smirk on her lips. Treck’s back straightened up and he saluted, instantly submitting to the dominant tone of the bartender’s voice.
“MA’AM YES MA’AM!” Treck declared, before yanking his pants down and letting his gargantuan meat-rod flop out into the open. Claude’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped down as she stared in awe at the immense length that now swung around before her eyes.
“H-Holy SHIT!” Claude cried out, “That’s like an arm holding an apple! W-What the fuck…have you two been fucking THIS all this time?!”
“Temper, temper~~” Aerith cooed at Claude, “Don’t raise your voice too much, he’ll find oooooout…”
Find out? Find out what? Whatever it was, the threat of it made Claude close her mouth. She gulped hard, her eyes still locked onto Treck’s impressive cock-slab. Tifa licked her lips and slid down onto her knees before Treck, reaching up to grasp his cock nice and hard. Treck’s cock throbbed, pushing against the grip of Tifa’s hand to no avail. It raised up in the air, looking curved and fat and brutal as it spewed out pre-cum that dripped down to stain Tifa’s fingers. She shook her head and sighed in mock disgust at his gooey release.
“Treck, pull it together. Do you think Claude wants to see your gross pre-cum? Keep it in your balls. That’s an order.” Tifa declared, looking up into Treck’s eyes to solidify her demand.
K-Keep his pre-cum in his balls? He couldn’t do that! It was impossible to control your pre-cum at the best of times, let alone when a gorgeous, busty babe like Tifa was stroking you off. But if he didn’t…oooh…Tifa wanted to show off that she was in control today. Who knows WHAT she’d do to Treck’s poor dick if he didn’t comply? So Treck clenched his eyes shut, tensed his body as he best he could, and begged his dull brain to stop the flow of pre-cum that was dribbling from his cock.
“…*sniff*…*sniff*…Ogghn…” Claude’s nostrils twitched as the stink of Treck’s pre-cum wafted over and hit him. It was so grimy and thick…were Aerith and Tifa seriously seeing this guy every few days? How the fuck was his pre-cum so thick then? Internally, Claude…or more rather Cloud, realized that it would take over a week of abstinence before his cum was even close to that…gooey.
Schlikc...shlck…shlrck…the lewd, wet sounds of Tifa’s hand stroking along Treck’s length got louder each time her hand pumped along the meaty shaft. Her palm was soaked with pre-cum and cock-sweat, and she teased the rim of Treck’s cock-head whenever she reached the top of her stride. It was a painfully controlled hand-fuck, designed not to push Treck over the edge but make sure his cock knew she could bring him to that point whenever Tifa so chose. ❤❤
“Mmm…stinky fucking cock…and you’re still leaking pre-cum…aww, but I can see you trying really hard not to. I guess that would be enough for me to show some mercy…if I were any other girl. 💗💞 But nah, Miss Lockhart isn’t fucking around today~” With that, Tifa squeezed her palm tighter. Treck’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he bent forward, the strength in Tifa’s grasp making him let out a strangled gasp. If Treck did need a reminder that Tifa was strong enough to punch Gods in the face and get away with it, this was it. Her palm was sooooo strong…but it felt sooooo good! Tifa’s sadistic smile got wider as she saw Treck’s cock clearly enjoying the pressure she was exerting on him.
“Oooh, look at those heavy, full, sloshing balls~” Aerith cooed as much to herself as to Claude, “They’re really hanging down, swinging around and twitching. 💖 They’re filling up with yummy cum right now! Tifa keeps calling it gross, but you know she’s gonna throat that cock and make sure to guzzle down every drop of his fat load as soon as she realizes he’s close…to...umm…to cumming…” Aerith turned and looked at Claude’s stunned face, suddenly remembering exactly who she was talking to. This wasn’t some dick-hungry bimbo that she’d brought along to get pounded into the dirt by Treck’s stud-cock, this was Cloud! She bit her bottom lip nervously and looked away with a deep blush on her face.
“…will she really?” Cloud whispered to himself in wonder. His disgust was slowly being eaten away by a twisted curiosity that he didn’t even know he had inside him.
Tifa raised up her other hand, wiggling her fingers ominously as she wrapped it around the base while her other cock was focusing on the top half of Treck’s trembling cock. Her eyes flashed with mischief as she began to double-pump Treck’s cock with a strong grip, watching with perverted amusement as the flaring cock-tip before her eyes swelled up even fatter and more crimson. The steamy stench was so potent as it rose up from Treck’s tip that TIfa could see the stink lines coming off of it. Naturally she snorted them all down, shuddering and moaning as the familiar smell of stud-dick made her pussy drool. Urgh…this monster hung nerd…was turning her on again. She was really going to end up fucking this slobbering wreck of a man in front of Cloud, wasn’t she? She was going to spread her legs nice and wide and grab them to keep them open so Treck could thrust, thrust, thrust away inside her gorgeously-tight fuck-hole and pound-fucked her stupid…in front of a far superior male in Cloud. He was stronger. He was smarter. He was braver. He certainly smelled better. But it was Treck’s cock, not Cloud’s that was going to be getting wet and slippery thanks to Tifa tonight…
…unless Cloud did something a little crazy. Hmm…Tifa liked the thought of that. After all, if Cloud was ever going to do something he would normally never do, this was the perfect chance for it. 💕❤
“Mmphh…I can feel the cum pumping through your cock already, can practically hear it sloshing around those bloated seed-sacks of yours…you really want to cream all over my face, huh? Oh dear, oh dear…that sounds like the actions of a brute who treats women like jizz-rags, doesn’t it? 💞 We’re supposed to be showing Claude that you’re a harmless puppy, but you want to splatter my fucking pretty face in ball-slurry and stuff my mouth with your seed until my cheeks are filled out, don’t you? Nasty, nasty Treck…I think we need to go a little HARDER and really put this cock in its place…❤💗” Her grip got even stronger, and Treck responded by arching his back so hard that his head was hanging backwards.
“GGOOOGHHHNNN!!! OOOGGHHHNNN!!! S-SOOOOO STRONG! I-I SUBMIT! I-I’M YOUR BITCH! I’M YOUR PAYPIG! W-WHAT DO I GOTTA SAY BEFORE YOU LET ME CUM?! M-MISS TIFAAAAA!!” Treck squealed out, his balls rising up as lava-hot cum bubbled up within them. He was right on the edge, but Tifa wouldn’t let him fall off. His cock was throbbing so hard that it felt like it was fighting back against TIfa’s hands. His pre-cum was pouring out like a waterfall. His eyes were going hazy and crossing as the pleasure made sparks explode behind his eyes. Treck couldn’t take it…he couldn’t…HE COULDNNNNNN’T!!!
“W-WAIT!” A voice cried out in concern. Treck stopped in his tracks. Tifa stopped in her tracks. Even Aerith stopped in her tracks. But if she wasn’t the one who had called out…was it…
“C-Claude?” Treck asked, turning to face the young woman who had stood up to her feet. She was panting, her cheeks flushed as her chest rose and fell. She had come here worrying about Tifa and Aerith’s safety…and now he was worried about Treck’s!
“T-Tifa, that’s enough! You’re going to hurt him!” Claude spoke up, and Tifa’s jaw nearly hit the floor. What was she hearing?! Cloud was more worried about the guy she had brought him along to keep an eye on now than he was worried about her? Wow, TIfa had no idea how scary she must look when she was going all out…hee hee…even Cloud was getting nervous…
…mmmph…t-that was really, really hot…the idea of being such a dominant, dangerous bitch that even Cloud was scared of her…made Tifa’s pussy all slushy and hot. 💞 Oooh…her sadistic side was growing stronger by the second. She had to see how far this could go!
“Oh? Oh ho? You…do you think I don’t know the extent of my strength, Cloud? Do you think this guy’s huge cock is so weak that it can’t take a little stroking?” Tifa fluttered her eyelashes at Cloud, not even putting on the different pronunciation of his name. Aerith gulped, sliding herself away from Cloud to avoid Tifa’s lewd ire…because she wanted to see where this was going. 💗
“Y-Yeah well…you’re about to snap this guy’s dick in half like that! Seriously…” Cloud went back to huffing and crossing his arms like he wasn’t even that bothered, but Tifa had smelled blood in the water now.
“Oh no no no, you can’t just back away from all of that.” Tifa let Treck’s cock go, and the sweaty brute fell backwards as his cum-dribbling shaft shuddered in confusion about what was going on. His cum was still churning up within his balls, and no longer had a nice face to splatter onto! Tifa began to walk over to Cloud, swaying her wide hips as she did so. Cloud had never her look so seductive before…
“If I’m doing such a bad job of dealing with this guy…” Tifa remarked with a husky, excited pant to her voice, “…then you do it, Cloud. 💖💖”
“T-Tifa, what are you-“ Cloud tried to speak up, but suddenly another voice pitched in.
“Y-Yeah! Yeah! I mean, if you don’t think she’s doing a good enough job, then you gotta show her how it’s done! Come on! Show us how to REALLY please a cock like this!” Aerith balled her fists up and held them in front of herself excitedly, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. She remembered seeing Cloud getting dressed up in Wall Market, and that awakened something deep within her that was flaring back up right now!
“I…Aerith, you too?!” stammered Cloud, “Y-You’re not really serious about this, right? C-Come on…I mean…” Cloud gulped as he noticed Treck was now looming over him too, his long cock casting a shadow over his face.
“H-Hey, it’s only fair, riiiiiight?” Treck giggled in a gross, excited voice. Cloud shivered, unable to understand what was now transpiring…and why his own cock was so fucking hard about it! He should be disgusted! He should storm out! Wait, Cloud knew what to do to solve this problem!
“Oh! Well, that’s a damn shame but I can’t help you with that.” Cloud smirked with a sudden newfound confidence, “The truth is…I’m not actually a girl at all. I’m a guy. So you won’t want me to do anything with-“
“A guy is fine too. Stroke my fucking cock.” Treck uttered remarkably quickly. Cloud’s words were frozen before they could come out. Aerith burst out cackling in a mixture of delirious disbelief and anticipation. Tifa grinned down at Cloud, now focusing her lewd gaze right on him.
Cloud had no idea how he had gotten himself into this mess…but it was looking like he only had one way out of it…
“I seriously don’t believe this…” Cloud’s Mako green eyes were crossed slightly as he focused on the leaking cock-tip bobbing in front of his face. The grotesque bludgeon looked even more like it belonged on a wild Orc up close. The stench as well…Tifa had seriously been snorting this down while stroking the greasy length with her hand? The same one that served all those drinks in the Seventh Heaven?
“Aww come on, me and Tifa have both had this thing throbbing before our eyes and we handled it.” Aerith giggled, kneeling down on one side of Cloud to offer what she would claim was “moral support” but mostly she was just there to gawk at her pretty-boy friend being forced to deal with a massive fucking cock. 💞
“You’re a tough guy Cloud, you can handle a measly donkey-dick or two.” Scoffed Tifa, her voice rugged and amused. She was kneeling on Cloud’s other side, basically directing the action. She squished her tits against Cloud’s shoulder, something that would normally be enough to make him stammer or blush or look away to the side with that oh-so familiar disinterested gaze of his. But for the first time ever Cloud was faced with something even more distracting than Tifa’s chest.
“W-What the fuck do I even DO with this?” Cloud asked rather naively.
“Do what comes naturally~” Aerith offered helpfully. It didn’t really give Cloud much to work with.
Treck grinned down at Cloud’s blushing face, licking his chops. The blonde pretty boy had the sharp glare of a SOLDIER but the soft features of a first-year private. Cloud had an angular chin and spiky hair, but his lips were full and his cheeks were soft. It was easy to see how Treck had mistaken him for a girl when he was dolled up so nice. The thought of having those puffy cock-suckers latched onto his cock made Treck giggle in a rather gross way.
“Urgh…this guy reminds me of Corneo.” Cloud grumbled. Tifa could only nod in agreement.
“He does have that same *charm*, doesn’t he? Fortunately he doesn’t have the brains to be a criminal overlord. He’s just a pervert with more cock than he knows what to do with.” Tifa remarked, looking up at Treck who could only nod in agreement. No word of a lie was said there.
“But you know what to do with that cock, don’t you? Come onnnn, just think of all the things you’ve imagined me or Aerith doing for you, and just do them to him. 💗💗” Tifa giggled, shivering as Cloud’s piercing gaze looked her way. That was a low blow, and she knew it. Tifa was having too much fun to watch her tongue…not when she wanted to watch Cloud’s.
“Mmmphh…alright…fine…” Cloud grunted, closing his eyes and steeling himself, “If that’s the way it’s gonna be…just get through the mission like you always do, Cloud…just get it done…”
Cloud reached his hands up and softly placed his shaking palms around Treck’s cock, gulping at the sheer power that pulsed through his bloated meat-rod. This perverted pig of a man…was hung beyond belief. Cloud was hardly some pin-prick chump, he was packing quite a decent piece himself, but Treck was seriously huge! Cloud bit his bottom lip as he felt the heat of Treck’s cock in his hands, and felt it curve up hard and high towards the ceiling. Cloud began to stroke Treck off, slowly but surely. Aerith covered her mouth in amazed shock. H-He was really doing it! She felt like she was going to pass out from her horny heavy breathing!
“Fuck…stinks like a pigsty…” Cloud grumbled, his nostrils twitching as he took in the potent smell of thug-cock.
“It’ll grow on ya~” Tifa replied. Cloud shot her another look.
“Do you really think this is going to be more than a one-time thing? I’m only doing this because you pushed me into it.” Grumbled Cloud. Tifa wasn’t buying it. Guys don’t just drop to their knees and jerk off the cock of someone they’ve only just met that easy. But Treck was already getting nervous about this being a one-time only performance.
“I-I-I can pay you too! I’ll give you money as well! J-Just as much as Tifa and Aerith!” He babbled out. Cloud looked up in stunned surprise.
“…why? I haven’t even done anything yet. Why are you offering me money to do this another time?” Cloud asked, quite confused. But Treck snorted out steam from his nostrils as he looked down at the ex-SOLDIER’s bewildered expression.
“B-Because this FEELS SO GOOOOOD!” He exclaimed in delight. Aerith and Tifa smiled to themselves, silently commenting on how easy to please Treck was. Cloud blinked in shock…and glanced down to the ground as a small blush hit his cheeks.
“…you’re a damned idiot…” He responded in a soft, gruff voice. Tifa, Aerith and Treck felt like their hearts were going to explode! He was SO CUTE! 💖
Cloud growled at the obvious attention he was getting, and dragged Treck’s cock downwards towards his face. Even Tifa let out a gasp as she saw Cloud lean in and offer Treck’s cock-head a soft, quick kiss. Aerith squealed in such a high-pitched voice that dogs outside might have heard it.
The lingering, syrupy taste of Treck’s absurdly thick pre-cum stained Cloud’s lips in an instant. There was no going back from this, the taste of cock would linger for at least a week after just one single kiss. Might as well just go all in at this point, Cloud was tainted with this nasty dick-slab’s stench already…so he lingered in the kiss, gingerly reaching his tongue forward to lap at the tip of Treck’s cock.
Treck’s toes curled and his eyes crossed as an electric jolt ran through him, the subtle touch of Cloud’s shaft making his hair stand on end. Tifa and Aerith watched as Cloud moved his head around slowly, getting used to the hulking mass of meat that twitched before him. Tifa reached her hand out to grip the base of Treck’s cock, softer than she had before. She pumped her hand back and forth, like she was trying to draw out even more pre-cum to fill Cloud’s mouth. She wanted him to get used to the rich taste of a fuck-happy brute’s seed. ❤💕
Aerith assisted by ducking down and offering her lips up to Treck’s massive, hefty balls. The overwhelming aroma made her nose sting, and it became quickly clear that the idiot hadn’t bothered to wash his balls, knowing full well that Aerith and Tifa would be coming along to do that shop for him with their slutty little mouths. Well…as it turns out, Aerith WAS going to be polishing Treck’s balls with her wet tongue, but she was going to be frowning about it the whole time. That would show him!
“Shrlp…shrlp…grlk…grlp…” Cloud felt his lips stretching and his jaw getting sore as he attempted to take all of Treck’s cock-head into his mouth. The taste and stench was now right under his flaring nostrils as he crossed his eyes and choked, slobber dribbling down his chin as he attempted to keep himself from gagging. Tifa licked her lips and darted in to lap at the mixture of spit and pre-cum that escaped Cloud’s mouth.
“Fuckin’ delicious…” She remarked bluntly, “The taste of my favourite man…”
“A-Aww jeez…” Treck went a deep red, rubbing the back of his head with pride.
“Not you, dipshit. I'm talking about Cloud.” Tifa shot back with a wicked grin, “You’re my least favourite man but you’ve got my most favourite cock.”
“PAH!” Cloud let out a heavy breath as he pulled himself backwards and sucked in lungfuls of musk-tainted air, “Hah…hah…Tifa…you’re fucked up.”
Tifa beamed like she was glowing with pride. For the first time ever she was able to show Cloud a side of her that she never thought he’d see and accept…but she wanted to see if Cloud had a hidden side too, one that maybe even he didn’t know about. 💕
“Fuck yeah I am~” She replied as she lurched forward, smashing her lips against Cloud’s and grabbing his face to hold him in place. Cloud gasped as he felt Tifa’s tongue invade his mouth, swirling around like she was trying to taste every bit of him. She pulled back with a wet gasp, a strand of drool connecting the two as Cloud looked up at her, glassy eyed and dazed. Tifa wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed at his goofy expression.
“Damn, if I knew all it took to wipe that grimace off your face was a sloppy kiss, I shoulda done it ages ago.” Tifa exclaimed before turning Cloud’s face back to Treck’s cock, “But I’m not the only one hungry for some Cloud kisses. Come on, smooch that fucking cock and let it know what a good boy you are~” She then held onto the back of Cloud’s head and pushed him towards Treck’s cock again, forcing the twink mercenary to gobble down Treck’s cock-head once more. Then she kept Cloud going deeper until his throat was starting to swell up from the massive meaty slab of dick-flesh that was pushing into it.
“GRGLPOG…GRGRGLK…MMMPGGHHH!! 💖💔💗” Cloud’s throat made a series of guttural sounds, a mixture of him protesting Tifa’s pushiness and struggling to accept the slick fuck-rod that was expanding his gullet. Aerith let out a soft mewl as she felt Treck’s balls sloshing with approval, the heavy orbs weighing down in her palms as she juggled them up and down.
Aerith always found Treck’s greasy, steaming-hot balls to be sooooo cute. So full of backed-up jizz, no matter how many times his cock went spurt, spurt, spurt…he was a total slave to his desires, and it was all thanks to these two swinging seed-pods. Treck was the kind of oaf that only wanted to mate and eat and breed and sleep and fuck and eat and rut and pump and pound and grind and cum all over the place. He was so easy to please! There was no secret side to him, no ulterior motives or hidden agendas. He just wanted to spurt his load in a nice, warm hole over and over and over again…sooooo cute…she really, really liked him. She figured Cloud would too. 💗
“There we go, I think that’s your limit right now.” Remarked Tifa, rubbing the bulge of Cloud’s throat with her finger. He had managed to gulp down about half of Treck’s boner, and his eyes were crossed and watering as he struggled to breath. For his first blowjob, Tifa had to admit that Cloud had gotten a lot of fat, thick meat down his gullet. He had a talent for blowing huge stud-cocks~
“SHRLKPGGH…GRGGHLLLK…BBRRGGLLKK…❤💔” Cloud’s cheeks bulged out and his eyes rolled as the intoxicating fumes of Treck’s cock rose upwards. As Aerith slobbered on Treck’s balls, her eyes twinkled as she looked down towards Cloud’s lap. He had his knees pressed together like he was trying to hide it, but there was no denying that his own cock was getting nice and hard as his body began to get used to the taste of a fatter, heavier dick. Aerith chuckled as her plump lips dragged along the leathery exterior of Treck’s jizz-sack, and she subtly moved her head from Treck’s heavy orbs to Cloud’s pent-up erection. With his throat currently being used like a glove by Treck’s cock, Cloud was barely able to even notice Aerith pulling his cock free and letting it pop out into the open.
Cloud was hung, there was no doubt about it. Aerith had often drooled over the way his bulge was shown off by his baggy combat trousers like they were a pair of slack sweatpants. Treck was blessed by some perverted deity to have a meat-spear unlike any other, but there was no denying that Cloud’s cock was a juicy, thick, tasty treat for Aerith to guzzle down. She swallowed up Cloud’s length, tightening up her gullet and reaching all the way down until she was smooching the base. Cloud’s eyes shot open, and he choked around Treck’s cock as he felt the sudden pleasure of having his own cock slurped on. Treck let out a surprised gasp, and any disappointment he felt that Aerith was leaving his nut-sacks woefully unattended was removed as Cloud’s throat tightened up from the shock he was feeling. Aerith giving Cloud a blowjob was making the blowjob Cloud was giving Treck feel even better! It was a depraved cycle of slurping that could only end with both cocks spurting out their loads. 💞
“Ghiee hiee hiee…what a nasty little slut he is…you getting off on the taste of a superior cock, you femboy cock-socket?” Treck grunted out, enjoying the angry look Cloud gave him in response. Despite knowing that this man was as strong as Tifa, he felt far more confident talking down to him and pushing his luck. Perhaps that was because Tifa was directing the action and keeping Cloud tamed. Not to mention the blonde suck-tool was focused on the pleasure on his own dick so he couldn’t lash out even if he wanted to. But Tifa could already tell that Cloud was way more of a sub than she or Aerith were. Finally, Treck got the chance to dominate someone. Tifa just never expected it would be Cloud of all people!
“GRGLK…GRGLP…GLORP…” Cloud choked around Treck’s cock as the fat member swelled up thicker and wider, stretching his soft lips out as it trembled with pent-up lust. Treck’s massive cock was letting Cloud know what was coming, but there was nowhere to go with Tifa still holding his spiky head down against the base of that monstrous fuck-log. Of course Tifa knew what was coming, but she didn’t plan on letting Cloud get away from it. What kind of whores would they be if they didn’t swallow, after all? Cloud was part of the gang now, and Tifa wouldn’t let him embarrass their good name by pulling back and letting all that backed up jizz-slop go to waste. ❤❤
“Mmmmmph…I-I’m gonna cum!” Treck exclaimed, leaning his head back and letting out a heavy sigh. Cloud’s eyes looked through his eyelashes as his cheeks puffed up, and before he could even do anything about it he suddenly felt his mouth getting filled to the bursting point with a nasty, sludgy mass of gooey nerd-spunk! Cloud had never tasted anything like this before. The messy, off-white sperm was so clogged up and bubbly…his own cum never came out like this! W-What was wrong with Treck to produce cum so…viscous and glue-thick? Was he a sperm-monster? But Cloud had no choice! He had to gulp it down! It was so thick though that he basically had to chew on it!
“There we go, there we go~ Damn, he cums like a fucking race-horse no matter what wet hole he’s dumping his load in, huh? So scary! Spurting enough breeding juice to drown a bitch…come on Cloud, swallow every last drop of it! You were so worried about this guy, so you’ve no problem guzzling down his fucking nut-slurry like a good little cumbucket, right? 💞💖” Tifa grinned down at Cloud, wiping the drool from her lips as she got off hardcore on seeing him trying to keep himself from choking on Treck’s load. Sloppy burbles and gags sounded out from Cloud’s throat, and he pushed his head back against Tifa’s hand as he tried to come up for air. A sadistic side of TIfa wanted to keep him down there a little longer, but she decided to be a sweetheart and let Cloud pull his head back to come off Treck’s cock and suck in a lungful of fresh air.
“PAAAAAAAH! W-What the fuck was-AGH!” Cloud tried to pant out his complaints about being throat-locked and sperm-clogged, but as he did so Treck continued to fire off ropes of frothy ball-cream all over Cloud’s face. Tifa moved in close so she could get basted by the fat ropes of loser-sperm as well, opening her mouth to guzzle it down and show Cloud how it was really done!
As Cloud was doused in globs of gooey jizz, his own cock began to buck and twitch and throb down in the depths of Aerith’s throat. She was caught off-guard when Cloud began to spurt his own load, shooting thick streams of pure-white cum straight down her throat. Aerith’s eyes sparkled as she hollowed her cheeks and pursed her lips to perform a devoted vacuum suck. Cloud’s cum was the prime example of what a man’s load should look like. Pearly-white, thick enough to slide down your throat, a generous amount for any girl to gulp down, and it was even tasty too! Yup, it was certainly a far cry from Treck’s muck, pudding-thick cock-slop…and yet, Aerith couldn’t tell which she preferred! Oooh…Cloud’s load was so delicious but Treck’s load was so manly and raw…how could a girl choose?
“Ooogh…” Treck groaned in bliss, reaching down to stroke Cloud’s hair without even realizing it. Cloud glowered up at him…before moving in with his sperm-soaked face and cum-tainted lips to offer a clean-up blowjob. Tifa gasped as she realized Cloud was doing it entirely out of instinct. No one had told him to do that, but something within him had told Cloud that this was what you were meant to do after a guy had blown his load in your mouth! Cloud offered a series of soft kisses and doting licks to make sure the last traces of Treck’s load were gone before he swallowed loudly multiple times to make sure the vile mess was truly cleaned up.
“Haa…haaa…aaaaahn…” Cloud opened his mouth wide to Treck and then to Tifa to show them that he had succeeded in the trial they had given him. He had pleased a cock to completion, just as Tifa had demanded he do. With that done, he got up to his feet and began to make his way towards the door quickly. Aerith still had her cheeks full of his cum as he pulled his cock away from her slimy mouth, and she tilted her head as she wondered where he was going.
“Hey hey hey! Where do you think you’re rushing off to!” Treck called out after Cloud, who was now dabbing his mouth with a napkin. Cloud turned around and growled.
“I’m done with your stupid bet. You three do whatever the hell you want in here, but I’m getting ou-“ He tried to make a break for it, but Tifa wasn’t having that. She rushed in and grabbed hold of Cloud’s wrists, pushing him against the wall and pressing her heavy tits up against his hard, chiselled chest. TIfa looked straight into Cloud’s eyes with a mischievous glint dancing within them. Cloud sneered and tried to look away, but it was very difficult not to look at Tifa’s beautiful face when it was that close to your own.
“…what?” Cloud asked gruffly. Tifa leaned in, pressing her soft lips up against Cloud’s and surprising him with a kiss. Cloud froze for a moment…before returning it. He stuck his tongue between Tifa’s lips and explored, and the two made out for well over a minute. Tifa lifted her thick thigh up to rub Cloud’s cock softly, and he reached a hand down and around to grope TIfa’s miniskirt clad ass. Treck and Aerith were left to watch, enraptured by the intense feelings passing between the two as they kissed.
“O-Oooh…” Aerith gulped hard, “T-This is a seriously passionate kiss…it’s like they’re exposing their feelings to each other through their tongues! 💞”
“That’s so corny.” Treck grunted. Aerith shot him a pouty look.
“You’re so jealous~" giggled Aerith, "Hee hee…Cloud and Tifa have always been super close. I only met Cloud a few months back, but apparently he and Tifa are childhood friends. So if you’re after Tifa, I’m afraid he’s your biggest rival…and…uhh…I dunno if that’s a fight you can win, Treck!”
She was right, dammit! Cloud had good looks, an attractive physique, a cool attitude, and a weird hairstyle! How could Treck compete with all of that? Well…there was ONE way of making sure that he came out on top in the end.
“You might be right…I can’t compete with the guy on regular terms…so I’ll just have to make him my bitch as well! Ghiee hiee hiee! I could have you, Tifa AND Cloud all lined up slurping up my cum like it’s the tastiest thing on the planet!” Treck declared with a gross, happy look on his face. Aerith gasped at his outrageous behaviour before bursting out laughing.
“Ha ha! Classic Treck! Only thinks with his balls and never his brain~” Aerith ducked down and began sucking on the pulsing head of Treck’s still hard cock. The taste of Cloud’s drool was mixed in with Treck’s pre-cum, and Aerith found the concoction delightfully delicious to drink down. 💖
As Tifa and Cloud almost reluctantly pulled away from each other, he was groping her tits while Tifa was stroking his cock softly up and down. The two stared into each others eyes before turning back to look at Treck, who was now holding onto Aerith’s braid as he let her bob her head up and down along the length of his dick.
“This guy is a pig…” Cloud remarked, “But…he IS rich, huh? I think I can see why you’re sticking around with him now. A pervert like this is so easy to drain dry that it’s almost laughable.”
“Mmm-hmm. Moneybags is willing to pay the big bucks for my big tits…and I think he’ll make you a nice offer as well. 💕 Come on, you know you’ve been eyeing up that nice sword that’s being shown off in the top plate district. You could afford it if you stick around and play with us for a little while longer~” TIfa rubbed her finger up and down Cloud’s chest. He sighed, shaking his head in disbelief once again.
“You’re impossible, Tifa.” Cloud remarked.
“Ahhh come on, you love me~” She stuck her tongue out at Cloud and winked.
“…yeah, I do.” He replied with a small smile. The two kissed again before walking back over to Treck, who now had his eyes closed in blissful pleasure as Aerith was gacking and glurking halfway down his meat-pole. 💗
“Aerith, get your tongue off this guys balls and get up here.” Cloud ordered. With a confirmatory gagging sound Aerith dragged her face off Treck’s cock and stood by Cloud’s side. The three of them looked down at Treck, who seemed somewhat confused by the sudden intimidating poses the three were making.
“Alright. I get what’s going on now. Tifa and Aerith have been draining you of your cash for favours. Well guess what? I want in on the deal.” Cloud declared, crossing his arms over his strong chest and looking down his nose at Treck.
“Y-You want in? That’s great!” Treck declared with a wide grin, “So…uhh…I assume it’s the same deal as Tifa and Aerith in terms of p-price or-“
“Double.” Cloud declared sternly. “You want all three of us at once? You pay for the pleasure. We don’t come cheap.”
“D-D-DOUBLE?!” Treck spluttered out in shock, “I-I can’t afford that! T-Tifa and Aerith alone are making my wallet cry!”
“Guess you’d better find the money somewhere then.” Tifa raised her leg and slammed it down on the bed Treck was lying back on, “Because if you do…”
“I’ll stroke it.” Cloud threatened, gripping his fist tightly.
“O-Oooh…” Treck gulped, clenching his legs together just imagining the strength that Cloud had in his palm. It would probably feel amazing!” “…b-but still, it’s impossible! M-My parents will start asking questions about where the money is going! I can’t get another allowance raise!”
“Well you’d better…’cause if you do…” Tifa once again stated threateningly.
“I’ll suck it!” Aerith grinned menacingly, her eyes fixated between Treck’s legs.
“HIEEEEE!” Treck whined. The promise of an Aerith Blowjob was enough to make any man crumble! “A-Alright! Alright! I’ll find the money! I will! F-From the next session, r-right? Y-You wouldn’t make me pay full price to keep going tonight would you?”
“Hmm. I think we just might…if you pay the new doubled price tonight…”
*SMASH* Tifa slammed her fist into her open palm and looked down at Treck with a naughty grin. “I’ll ride it.”
“GHOOOGGHHH!!” Treck’s resistance crumbled. These three…he couldn’t say no to them! “F-F-F…FIIIINE! Fine, whatever, sure, I’ll pay whatever you all want! J-Just LET ME FUCK YOU ALL! 💗💕💖”
Treck got the distinct impression these three had done this kind of play before somehow, despite Cloud only just deciding he was willing to do this. Very curious.
Cloud bent over and placed his hand flat on the bed, looking over his shoulder at Treck’s dumbfounded expression. Despite the hard muscle and toned physique that Cloud possessed, Treck was stunned to see that the pouting twink had a surprisingly fat ass! Even Aerith and Tifa were drooling over it, and Tifa couldn’t resist giving his pale cheeks a swift SPANK before she and Aerith spread them wide for Treck’s convienience.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this for a piece of shit pervert like you…” sighed Cloud, wiggling his ass left and right. “But whatever. You’ll get about 5 inches in before blowing your load anyway.”
“O-Oh, you’re confident!” Treck huffed with indignation, “C-Considering that I’ve been fucking Tifa and Aerith for weeks now, you really think your boy-pussy is gonna make me crumble? Pah!”
“Don’t underestimate him, Treck.” Warned Tifa with a wink, “This guy is full of surprises.”
“Tch. He should be full of COCK!” Treck declared, stomping forward and grabbing hold of Cloud’s slim waist. It felt like he could almost wrap both of his hands around the twink-sluts slender belly. Cloud was a powerful warrior in the shape of a fuck-doll, there was no denying it. Treck placed his drooling member up against Cloud’s puckered ass-pussy and drove it in, pushing deep into the ultra-tight sleeve. Both Treck and Cloud let out shrill cries as their bodies melded together. Cloud arched his back as he felt the fat veins that trailed along Treck’s burly shaft pushing against his walls. Damn…Treck was just irresponsibly hung. It just wasn’t fair, dammit! He should have saved some cock for the rest of the guys in Midgar instead of hogging it all…well, in a way he was giving it back right now. 💕💖
“T-TIGHT?!” Treck blurted out, his legs wobbling as the intensity of Cloud’s ass-grip hit him. This boy-slut was like a meaty vice gripping around Treck’s length. Yet despite the breath-stealing grip that squeezed every part of his cock, Treck was still able to slide himself in deeper. It was slow going, but Treck was a patient man when there was a fresh hole to spread wide and reshape to fit his fuck-bludgeon. He saw Cloud starting to sweat from the exertion being put upon him. He just looked even hotter with sweat dripping down his back like that…it made Treck’s cock bloat up all the fatter and thicker. 💖
“MMMPH!? H-He’s still…g-getting biggeeeeer…” Cloud whined, burying his face into the bedsheets. Aerith cooed with delight as she massaged Cloud’s ass and watched him succumbing to cock more and more by the second. Damn…Aerith was really getting off on this! It had been one thing to see Cloud in a dress, but seeing Cloud getting dicked down by some cock-heavy brute who saw him as little more than a meat-hole to pump full of cum? Mmm…that was the good shit. 💞 Aerith couldn’t resist giving Cloud’s ass a quick squeeze, like he was congratulating in on doing such a good job as a fleshlight for Treck to use.
“Awww, what’s the matter? Can’t take a little donkey-dick down your ass? Come on boy-slut, clench those cheeks and shake dat ass! Me and Aerith have been pounded brainless by this thing loads of times, you going to tap out after just one measly balls-deep ass-reshaping? 💞” Tifa taunted Cloud, tustling his hair as she goaded him. Cloud shook his head, balling his fists up tight and lifting his face back up from the bedsheets slowly.
“F-Fuck thaaaaat…I can take him…” Cloud panted out, “I-It’s him…who should be getting ready…to surrender…” To punctuate this threat, Cloud threw his ass back like some kind of club-bound stripper! The bouncy cheeks clapped back at Treck, throwing him off-guard as Cloud began to fuck himself on Treck’s cock. He was looking for a pre-emptive strike, and he hit the mark like a champion. Despite being the more experienced of the two, Treck was on the backfoot as Cloud twerked his ass and smashed Treck’s dick between his pudgy ass-globes.
“Holy shit! What a stud! He’s gonna RUIN that cock!” gasped Aerith, the loud sounds of Cloud’s ass-cheeks clapping together sounding like music to her ears. She finger-banged herself in time to the beat, using the sounds of Cloud getting his ass banged to get herself off. Tifa moved up to smash her tits into Treck’s face, helping Cloud out by throwing another form of stimulation into the mix. Now Treck had to deal with Tifa’s legendary tits, Cloud’s voluptuous twink-hole, and the slutty sounds of Aerith panting and mewling as she fucked herself stupid. It was all too much for any guy to take without going crazy!
“MMMMPHHHLLLG!! BRLRLRLRLRL! 💗💞💗” With his face smothered by Tifa’s tits, the only option that seemed to be available to Treck was to motorboat the hell out of them. Tifa let out an amused giggle as Treck’s face jiggled around between her massive tits like he was battering himself unconscious with her jugs. The sweet smell of Tifa’s breasts only made the cock currently lodged deep inside of Cloud get fuller and thicker, and Cloud let out a high-pitched moan as his arms trembled like jelly. He was struggling to even keep his body upright, but Cloud knew that if his body fell forward so his ass was sticking up in the air, this rampaging beast would absolutely go to town on him! So Cloud tried to stay upright so he didn’t entirely surrender the upper hand to Treck.
“Ohhh yeah, I can practically hear that nasty cum churning around in his balls already~ A real certain-pregnancy load! If it was me or Aerith taking this, who knows WHAT could happen?” Tifa teased as she smacked Treck around her own her tits, looking down at Cloud with a twisted, delighted smile. “But won’t those nasty wrigglers feel like idiots when they get spurted into your boi-pussy and find they can’t find even a single egg to knock up! That just sounds hilarious to me! 💖”
“MMMMMPGGH…y-you really do have…a-a twisted side to you…” Cloud replied to Tifa’s goading, “W-When he gets his hands on you…don’t e-expect me to jump to your rescue this time…”
“Awwww don’t you worry about her, Cloud!” Aerith remarked, leaning closer to his face and laying a kiss on his cheek. “Tifa’s taken this guy’s cock enough times now that she doesn’t ALWAYS pass out from him pounding her into the ground! GWOGH?! 💔💞” Aerith felt a harsh CLAP collide with her ass as Tifa spanked her for her taunting words. Leaning down to do so allowed Treck to breath without being suffocated by tits…which was a real shame! Being denied the pleasure of being knocked out by TIfa’s jugs made Treck feel so instantly frustrated that he wanted to turn Cloud into his jizz-drooling onahole right now just so he would feel more content.
“Grrgggh…y-you twink cock-addict! G-Gonna make sure you can’t even go a single day without feeling me spreading them cheeks!” Treck whined out, his cock-bloat smashing against Cloud’s walls and forming a lewd bulge against the merc’s toned abs. Cloud clenched his teeth hard and moaned out loud as he felt his body adapting to Treck’s size more and more by the second. Dammit…it was galling to admit that his own body was this much of a slut. So much so that when Treck smacked Cloud across the ass and reached forward to grab a fistful of his hair, Cloud’s cock spurted out a thick stream of pre-cum entirely by itself. Fuck! Cloud couldn’t believe that his own body was starting to submit to this horse-hung piece of trash who was only good for his cock!
“I’M GONNA FILL YOUR GUTS WITH MY FUCKING WRIGGLERS, YOU LITTLE BLONDE FEM-BIMBO! GET PREGNANT! GET FUCKIN’ PREGNANT OR ELSE I’M MAKING YOU SWALLOW THIS COCK DOWN TO THE BALLS AFTERWARDS! 💕❤” Treck roared out as he began unleashing his virulent seed, spraying what felt like gallons of cock-sludge straight into Cloud without even a hint of shame or restraint. Cloud nearly felt himself toppling forward from the imposing release, but this time the sheer shock and illicit pleasure of being creampied made Cloud’s arms too weak to hold on. His body fell forward, his ass stuck up in the air lewdly while Treck took advantage of his sudden collapse to get an even firmer hold of Cloud’s wide hips. He wasn’t letting go until Cloud’s transformation into a dick-loving soldier-whore was complete
“SPPPUUUURRRT* *SPPPUUUUURRRRTT* Tifa and Aerith watched with great interest, knowing full well just how massive Treck’s loads felt when they were being dumped inside your body. Aerith leaned down to kiss Cloud, unable to resist the cross-eyed look of reluctant fuck-bliss that was clear on his face. Tifa decided to start kissing Treck instead, shoving her tongue into his mouth and growling out her husky-voiced demands for him to cum even harder inside Cloud until her best friend was too heavy and swollen with stud-juice to even move.
As Treck’s burly load subsided, he yanked his cock free from Cloud’s twitching, gaping asshole and stood back to admire his work. He stroked himself off while shooting ropes of jizz over Cloud’s raised ass, watching as Cloud shuddered with each heavy, steaming batch of nut-slop that fell down onto him. Underneath Cloud’s body, a fat stream of his own bubbling, pure-white cum now lay on the bed as a sign of his pathetic defeat. Cloud had been conquered by another man…and the worst part was his slutty body didn’t even have the decency to be ashamed of it. No, Cloud fucking LOVED it…but he was babbling in a state of post-fuck euphoria too much to admit that out loud. 💖
“Gimme gimme gimme!” Aerith demanded, moving her lips away from Cloud’s mouth to Treck’s cock. She slurped the meaty shaft down her gullet, swallowing the taste of Cloud and Treck down happily as she bobbed her head back and forth. Her eyes were focused up at Treck’s, knowing full well that the pervert loved it when girls stared up at him while throating his cock. Treck groaned, reaching his hand down to stroke Aerith’s hair. She wriggled around in delight, enjoying being praised. But much to Aerith’s surprise, she wasn’t the only one looking to get some accolades for being so good. A shaky Cloud began to move in next to her, opening his own mouth and dragging his tongue along the thick veins of Treck’s cock alongside Aerith. The two worked in tandem as a pair of semen-stealing suck-sluts, with Aerith taking as much of Treck’s length down as she could while Cloud dutifully lapped at what part of Treck’s shaft wasn’t currently buried in Aerith’s throat-pussy.
“Oooogghnn…” Treck groaned, reaching his other hand down to stroke Cloud’s hair as he worked alongside Aerith. He grunted in annoyance but didn’t stop his tongue. Aerith gave him a knowing smile. He was enjoying the praise as well! Trust a former-SOLDIER to enjoy being rewarded for a mission well done. 💗💞
“Fuck…this is insane…” Tifa whistled as she stared down at Cloud and Aerith, “You seriously have the kind of cock that can turn even straight-laced guys like Cloud into lip-smacking jizz-rags, huh? Mmmph…f-fuck it, I want my turn already. Come on big guy, enough sucking on my lips. Shove me down already! 💞”
Treck didn’t need telling twice. He grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it from the grasp of his two doting suck-slaves below. They both whined softly at losing access to that magnificent dick, but Tifa had a date set with it and Treck wasn’t going to be late. Tifa lay herself down on the bed, lying on her front and wiggling her huge ass left and right temptingly. Treck grabbed her by the thighs and slapped his cock between her plump cheeks, stuffing himself between them and staining Tifa’s booty with slick pre-cum and slut-slobber before aiming for her juicy pussy and slamming it in, long and deep.
Compared to the tight grip of Cloud’s ass, sinking down into Tifa’s pussy was like being welcomed into a hot sauna. This girl was in HEAT! Watching Treck turn Cloud into a fuck-doll had clearly made Tifa hornier than Treck even realized. Her pussy walls clamped down and offered a thousand sloppy kisses to the meaty boner that was sliding inside of it. Treck buried his fingers into the meat of Tifa’s ass till they practically vanished from view from the sheer amount of jiggling twerk-flesh that the bartender was packing, and Tifa lifted her legs up from behind like she was trying to push Treck even deeper in as fast as possible. She didn’t want some slow and steady rutting, she wanted some hardcore fuck-pounding that left her knees weak and her pussy sore!
“Mmmmph…come on you bastard, you were fucking Cloud’s tight ass harder than this! Ram it in as deep as it can go before y-you make me get mad! Come on! FUCK MY BRAINS OUT ALREADY! 💕💕 I-I’m so turned on I can barely think straight, I wanna be dick-smashed into a fucking MESS! COME ON! FUCK ME UP ALREADY! 💖💗💞” TIfa demanded, squeezing her ass around Treck’s cock. He didn’t want to disappoint Tifa. Doing that could only lead to bad news! So Treck decided it was worth going all out from the start, smashing his hips forward and sawing his huge cock in and out of her gooey fuck-sleeve at a breakneck pace. The entire bed was creaking and groaning from the sudden intensity that Treck was fucking Tifa with. It felt like the room itself was vibrating!
“MMMPGGHH…OGGGHH YEAH! 💖❤💖 T-That’s more like iiiiiiit! T-Treat me like one of those fucking rubber sex-sleeves you buy by the dozen and break after a single use! POUND ME LIKE SOME WALL MARKET GUTTER-WHORE WHO GETS OFF ON BEING SHOVED DOWN AND USED! COME ON! WRECK MEEEEEEE!! 💕💞💔❤” Tifa demanded, her pussy writhing around like it had a mind of its own as Treck could only grunt and pant in response to her horny voice. But she wasn’t the only person looking for a rough cock-banging.
“OOF!” Tifa let out a surprised grunt as she felt the weight of none other than Aerith fall down on her. Aerith was now lying on top of Tifa, sticking her ass towards Treck and shaking it temptingly as she looked over her shoulder with a grin.
“Treeeeeeck~ Do me tooooo~” She begged in a cute voice, “You don’t wanna leave me all horny and lonely, do you? Oooh, pleeeeease gimme your cock. 💗💗 You know, it just might be a REAL dangerous day for me. Maybe you’ll actually manage to get a girl all nice and pregnant today? Imagine that! You wanna make me a mommy, Treck?Come ooooon~” Aerith knew how to get Treck’s attention, and soon Tifa was growling with irritation as her fuck-buddy dragged his fat cock out from her pussy and slammed it straight into Aerith’s instead!
“GHHIIIEEE~~~ T-THAT’S THE STUFF~~~” Aerith’s toes curled as she felt the instant hit of pleasure course through her body. Her lewd, desperate pussy suffered an instant-loss orgasm as it squirted around Treck’s fuck-pole. She was even wetter and juicier than TIfa was! Just how horny had these two got from watching Treck pound the living fuck out of Cloud?
“H-Hey! You cock-thief! What do you think you’re do-OOOOOOIIIIHHHGGGGG!!! 💖❤💕💔” Before TIfa could finish her complaint, she felt Treck’s cock pound straight back into her. Aerith gasped from the sudden feeling of emptiness but it didn’t last long before she herself was getting rammed full again. Treck was not a particularly athletic man, but his own instincts as a male were pushing his body to the point where he began to simultaneously fuck both TIfa and Aerith, swapping between their two high class pussies with every thrust he made.
It was the height of bliss, to be able to compare and contrast these two fuck-holes that Treck had full access to. A brute like him shouldn’t even be able to enjoy one ultra-sloppy cock-holster, let alone two of them! He got a goofy grin on his face as heard the moans and gasps coming from Aerith and Tifa. He felt like he was a goddamn stud! But his trials weren’t even over yet. He had another slut who was watching with jealousy building up in their eyes.
“OOGH!”
“GWOGH!”
Aerith and Tifa both let out grunts as Cloud now joined in, lying himself down on top of Aerith and presenting his fat ass to Treck as well. Cloud wasn’t a particularly heavy twink, but it was certainly lucky that TIfa was as strong as she was to carry his and Aerith’s weight at once.
“What, you thought you were done with me? Like hell you are. You’d better fuck me up as well, otherwise I won’t accept you as worthy of Tifa OR Aerith, let alone both! 💖” Cloud remarked, biting down on his lower lip as he stared at Treck with pink hearts flashing in his eyes. Despite his excuses, Cloud was simply embracing his new role as an anal fuck-toy for Treck to make full use of. Treck gulped nervously as he looked up and down at the tower of cock-sleeves that was now before him…but then he snorted out steam from his nose like a bull. He wasn’t giving in that easy! Treck knew the only thing he had going for him was his huge, fat, always hard cock, and now was the perfect chance to prove to these three sluts that there was NO ONE in Midgar who could match him in terms of fucking sloppy holes!
WHAP! PLAP! SMACK! The sound Treck’s balls made as they collided against each of the three asses presented to him made a different tone based on who was currently getting railed. Treck was already feeling the exertion from fucking Aerith and Tifa at once, but now he had to satisfy three sluts at once! Treck thought to himself that he was really earning his money tonight…before realizing that he was actually paying these three for this, not the other way around! Welp, if he was spending the big bucks to do this then he figured he might as well go all out! Treck moved his hands around to keep pace with his cock, fingering or fondle whichever two of the three he wasn’t currently cock-locking as he went wild.
“MMPHGHH!! W-WHAT A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT STUD! Y-YOU’D BETTER APPRECAITE THIS, DIPSHIT! 💗💞💗” Tifa cried out, buried under the hot, trembling meat of her friends as they were fucked up just as bad as she was.
“OOOGGHH…I-I LOVE IIIIIIT~~~ I-IT’S LIKE I’M BEING USED LIKE SOME MASTURBATION TOY! POUND ME HARDER! 💗❤💞” Aerith squealed, trapped between Cloud and Tifa like they keeping her pinned down for Treck to make use of.
“MmmmPPPggGGghhhNNNnn…f-fuuuuuck…t-this shouldn’t feel as good as it doooooes…❤❤” Cloud whined, letting out a hot breath as his cock hung down and pressed up against Aerith’s ass below him while his own tight ass-pussy was spread nice and wide by Treck’s cock.
It was a perverted tower of tight, fuckable meat that sent Treck into overdrive. He was fucking harder and faster than he had ever done in his life as he did everything he could to satisfy all threes of his sluts. He fingered holes and pounded wombs and gaped out asses until his balls felt so full and heavy they were nearly weighing him down. Before long he could only speak in high-pitched grunts and whines as his eyes rolled back into his head, sparks exploding in his brain as every pleasure sensor he had in his body seemed to ignite at once! This was going to be the cumshot of the century!
SSPSPPPLLLLRRPPPROOOPPPP----SLLPRPPPROOPPPPRRRRPPLLLOOPPP!!! 💞💖❤💕 Treck’s messy cock-sludge barely even came out in ropes. It came out more like an explosion bursting within the tight, squeezing holes of his targets. Tifa, Aerith and Cloud all howled out in bliss as they felt Treck’s hot, swampy cum-load splatter all over them and drench their insides. Treck continued to keep swapping his target, shoving his jizz-spurting meat-rod into whatever hole he could so he could fill it up to the brim before yanking it out and shoving it back into another. At this point he was so exhausted and satisfied that he could barely tell who was who, only being able to tell from their way their insides felt. Treck had conquered himself a tower of fuck-buddies, and left all three of them in a moaning, cumming mess of spunk and sweat.
Eventually Treck himself felt his own body giving out on him, and he toppled backwards with a crazed grin plastered onto his face. While he lay down on the floor, his cock continued to fire off huge streams of cum into the air. As Cloud, TIfa and Aerith fell apart and collapsed onto the bed, those streams of hot jizz-batter rained down and marked them all in Treck’s custardy, messy load. Their faces, chests, asses, legs…they were little more than canvases for Treck to paint his colour. As the room span around them, Cloud was the first to drag himself upright and lean against the edge of the bed, sucking in lungfuls of air to catch his breath as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and tried to get his bearings straight.
“D-Damn…” Cloud groaned, shaking his head and stretching his back. “…and you guys are dealing with this guy…what, once a week or something?”
From down on the floor, Aerith let out an exhausted chuckle. Tifa dragged herself upright to sit next to Cloud, smirking at him knowingly.
“…try every one or two days…trust me, he looks half dead now but he’ll be back on his feet within an hour, slapping that cock against your face like the impatient donkey-dicked loser he is…” Tifa winked, leaning her head on Cloud’s shoulder with a happy smile on her face.
“Man…” Cloud closed his eyes, leaning his head on Tifa in return, “…I might demand extra next time as well…💗”
Chapter 4: The Legendary Soldier
Summary:
A lost and confused Sephiroth appears in Midgar, and ends up encountering a blissfully ignorant Treck. A misunderstanding leads to Sephiroth coming home with Treck to compare their "weapons"...right when Cloud, Tifa and Aerith come to visit.
Chapter Text
A tall, imposing man staggered through the streets of Midgar, his body swaying and his eyes glassy. He was injured, disoriented, and clearly unstable. He vanished into a dark alleyway in the slums and leaned against the wall, taking in heavy breaths as he tried to compose himself.
He clearly stood out among the normal slum-dwellers, that much was clear. But no one would have guessed that this man was the legendary SOLDIER, Sephiroth.
Even Sephiroth himself was struggling to remember that was who he was. His memories were a blur, and he had been wandering Midgar in a confused haze since he first arrived. He was supposed to have been sleeping within the core of the planet, but for some reason he had been let loose far too early. He felt drained and powerless, with no recollection of how he even got to Midgar. As he slumped down against the alley wall, he closed his eyes and tried to regain some of his lost strength through slumber.
“Huh? What the…hey, you okay?” A rather gross voice asked with a hint of concern in it. Sephiroth opened his eyes to see a man looking down at him, tilting his head in confusion.
“Dude, you can’t sleep out here in the slums. Corneo’s goons get pissy with homeless folks. Still, better them than Shinra…” The man sneered derisively as he mentioned that name. Shinra…that sounded very familiar to Sephiroth…
The man continued talking, offering a hand down to the collapsed SOLDIER. “Oh, uhh, my name’s Treck. You got a place to stay tonight? I know a shelter nearby that’s…that…” Sephiroth didn’t take his hand, he merely stood up to full height and loomed over the now rather intimidated Treck. He took in the sight of what he had assumed was a homeless man but was now reconsidering his preconceptions.
Sephiroth stood a good foot taller than Treck, his silver hair falling down his slender back so far that it reached his legs. He was a chiselled, well-toned man who wore a long black cloak with silver pauldrons, and his handsome face was rigid and angular as he glowered down at Treck. Honestly, Treck was now wondering how he had missed the military looking cloak…and he was ESPECIALLY wondering how he missed what was easily the longest and sharpest looking blade he had ever seen attached to Sephiroth’s back! Oh man…Treck had only followed after this guy out of concern he needed help, but now it felt like HE was the one who needed help! Dammit all, the first good deed he’d ever gone out of his way to do might be his last! He should have stuck to being a greasy slob!
“Shinra…Shinra…” Sephiroth repeated, his voice getting deeper and more dangerous as he said the word over and over again, “Shinra…Shinraaaaaaaa…”
“N-N-Not a fan? M-M-Me neither! W-W-We’re on the same side, I think! I assume! I HOPE!” Treck babbled out as Sephiroth began to reach behind his back and draw out his blade. The sheer, sliding sound of metal being dragged out a sheath made Treck’s hairs stand on end. Oh no, oh no, oh no!
“You want to bring me to Shinra?” Sephrioth leaned forward and growled into Treck’s ear, “You want them to find me?” His hot voice tickled Treck’s face, and the doomed nerd felt his vision getting wobbly from fear. Raw malice radiated from Sephiroth like a burning heat, and soon he had pulled out the full length of his long katana. He held the blade edge against Treck’s throat, and smiled maliciously.
“They won’t find me…” Sephiroth whispered threateningly, “But they’ll find you…what’s left of you…you’ll be my warning that I’ve returned to Midgar, and that I won’t stop until I find Clo…hmm?!” Sephiroth looked down, suddenly surprised as he felt something pushing up against his abdomen. Treck groaned to himself as he saw Sephiroth looking down, knowing full well what he would find.
Of course, as terrified as Treck’s mind was, his body was reacting to the warmth and pressure of the handsome SOLDIER. Naturally, his thick cock was now fully erect and ready for action, pressing up against Sephiroth like it was poking him to get his attention. It was hardly his fault! As well-toned and muscular as Sephiroth was, there was one part of him that was overly developed and incredibly plump…his stacked fucking ass! 💞💞
Indeed, Sephiroth was blessed with Grade-A sow-meat thighs and the plumpest, juiciest ass in the slums outside of the one and only Tifa. No matter how much training he had done, Sephiroth had never been able to make his dumptruck ass get any slimmer, so eventually he just accepted it for what it was. The gawking Shinra soldiers around him drooled and gulped and desperately resisted the urge to grab a thick handful of dat SOLDIER ass for fear of losing that very hand, So when his wide, tempting hips were within poking distance of Treck’s massive cock, the poor loser’s body just couldn’t help but react! 💖 He wanted to slide his fat shaft right between those pale, soft thighs and pump away until his brains were turned into mush…but he had a strong feeling he was about to be decapitated before he managed to complete so much as a single thrust.
“What…” Sephiroth was surprised, and Treck was mortified. He was dead. Completely dead. No, he had been dead before this. Now he was going to be super dead, a level of dead beyond death. He had managed to unlocked Death 2, now even bloodier and more painful! Whoever found the red smears that Treck used to be coating the alley walls would be unable to keep themselves from saying “Damn, this motherfucker is deader than dead!”
“…impressive…” Treck heard the word slip out of Sephiroth’s mouth, but he didn’t quite believe it. He kept his eyes clenched shut, praying to a God he was pretty sure wasn’t paying attention, until he realized his head was somehow still attatched to his neck. He carefully opened one eye, looking at Sephiroth with great concern. It almost sounded like this madman was now complimenting his cock which…well…Treck wasn’t going to REFUSE the compliment, but was now really the time?
“…h-huh?” Treck asked, unsure what to make of the expression that the deadly SOLDIER now had on his face.
“Very impressive…I didn’t even notice you had a weapon on you…how did you possibly conceal something this large from me?” Sephiroth glanced up at Treck, examining him more closely. He had assumed this greasy fool was just some gutter-trash but…was he actually more martially skilled than he was letting on? Perhaps if Sephiroth had gone for the kill, this seemingly pathetic buffoon would have launched a counterattack…interesting…very interesting indeed.
“W-What are you…I mean…I can’t exactly control it very well, kind of has a mind of its own…” Treck remarked, unsure of how to proceed from here but still very much pinned against the wall. Honestly, the absurdity of this scenario was just making his cock harder! For the first time ever, Treck resented his ability to sprout a massive, condom-busting boner within seconds. His virility might be his only decent trait, and it might just get his head lopped off! Curse this crazed maniac and his lusciously thick thigh-meat! 💞💗
“A mind of its own? Yes, many skilled swordsmen say the same about their own blade…” Sephiroth nodded in approval at Treck’s description. Sometimes he himself felt like his katana was not so much a part of him but an extension of his will. “But where did you hide it before? How did you conceal it from me?”
“C-Conceal…w-what do you mean? I just…keep it in my pants! Everyone has one, r-right? Even you have one! M-Maybe mine’s a little bigger but-“ Treck bit down on his own tongue. For crying out loud, was his ego so twisted that he felt he needed to get one over on the madman about to kill him?! Would he die with a smug smile on his face if his own killer acknowledged he had the bigger dick between them?
His slip of the tongue caused Sephiroth to gasp. Bigger? Was his weapon truly bigger than Sephiroth’s own? Yet it could be fit into a pair of pants without even being discovered until the moment it struck? It felt so rigid and hot…this was no normal weapon at all. A magic one, perhaps?
There was little doubt now that this stammering idiot was far stronger than he was letting on. Sephiroth would have to tread carefully. Killing him now in his weakened state might not be possible...but where did this leave the two? Sephiroth considered leaving Treck behind when a sentence came tumbling out of Treck’s mouth that even surprised him.
“D-Do you wanna see it?!” Treck cried out, his voice cracking under the strain of what he was insinuating. What was he DOING?! Why was he hitting on a crazed sword-swinging madman?! Sure, he was hot as all hell, but he had literally been about to kill Treck only moments earlier? He had assumed his aptitude for masochism ended with Tifa kicking his ass, but clearly there were depths to his depravity that even Treck didn’t know about! ❤
Sephiroth narrowed his eyes at Treck, looking him up and down. He was suggesting a comparison of arms? A spar, perhaps? Heh…when was the last time any swordsman had been fool enough to challenge Sephiroth of all people to a spar? How curious…in his currently weakened state, it might not be a bad idea though. Sephiroth could use this skilled warrior to remember his training and recover his mind until he was ready to move on.
“…very well. Many would consider it an honour to instruct Sephiroth in the way of the sword, so do not squander it.” Sephiroth responded in a way that Treck couldn’t have predicted if he had been given a thousand years, which was amazing considering the only potential answers were “Yes” or “No”. Also, that name of his sounded kind of familiar…like he had heard it on the news at some point in the past…
Sephiroth sheathed his blade behind his back and let Treck go, crossing his arms over his rugged chest and looking down on the shorter, pudgier man with barely hidden disdain. “You have intrigued me. Show me your weapon. Now.”
Treck gulped again, shivering under Sephiroth’s intense gaze. Out of the frying pan and into the fire…
“I-I can’t show you here! People will see! I-I dunno how to explain this to the constables…” Treck looked left and right nervously. Truth be told, he was already in their bad books for skulking around the slum red light districts way too long, he didn’t want to be caught his pants down figuratively or literally.
Sephiroth sighed, shaking his head and making his long, lustrous hair sway around. “Foolishness…then where WOULD you show it to me?”
“…m-maybe back at my place?” Treck suggested, wondering just how far he was going to be able to take this bizarre situation.
“Your place then. I’ll follow you.” Sephiroth declared, and that was that. The two headed off back to Treck’s apartment with Treck leading the way, shadowed by a lurking monster of a pretty boy who caused quite a large amount of whispering and pointing as he made his way through the slums. Sephiroth’s succulent ass alone was enough to draw most of the crowd’s attention, and that was before they noticed the gigantic sword he was carrying around. Indeed, one of the local drunks saw Sephiroth strolling by just as he was walking into the Seventh Heaven…
Treck would love to explain what happened when they reached his apartment in a way that made total sense, but that would be impossible.
He would love to tell anyone listening how Sephiroth had demanded answers from the very second they walked into his home, and was getting more irate with every passing second as Treck failed to give him an answer he approved of. Treck would so very much like to explain just why he decided that the best possible way to calm Sephiroth down was for Treck to get completely naked and show him that his “weapon” wasn’t a threat. He would also like to rationalize why he suggested Sephiroth get naked as well, so the two warriors were on equal footing and clearly not hiding anything from each other.
Treck WOULD love to explain all of this in a way that made sense, but it simply didn’t. All that he knew was that he was stood in his own apartment, completely naked, as his massive cock rubbed up against the soft, smaller cock of the much more powerful SOLDIER before him. Sephiroth looked down with barely hidden disdain, his ass so juicy and huge that Treck could see it poking out from his sides despite standing right in front of him. 💗💕
How had things possibly gotten to this point? Who had Treck pissed off in a previous life that would lead him to this scenario? Certainly, Treck wasn’t complaining about getting the chance to smother a handsome, androgynous man’s cock with his own superior shaft…but when that man could slice his head off with so much as a flick of his wrist, Treck found it hard to appreciate the mood!
“Hmm…so this is what you meant…” Sephiroth rubbed his chin, his eyes scanning all over Treck’s huge cock that throbbed aggressively despite its owner’s terror. “It certainly is much bigger than mine…how strangely vexing.”
Treck gulped, his eyes looking all over Sephiroth’s chiselled, bare chest and down to his perfectly formed, extra-chunky thighs. This guy was so damn hot…and he had nice, long hair for grabbing if he was getting plapped raw by a cock bigger than his own…mmmpgh…Treck seriously wanted to just pound this guy stupid, but if he stepped out of line he’d be sliced into mincemeat! But maybe…juuuust maybe…Treck could use this insane situation to his advantage and get his cock wet! After all, that was his ultimate aim in most social situations. Treck lived in the vain hope that every situation where he talked to someone would lead to some hardcore, bed-breaking sex. It was gross, but it was to be expected of him at this point.
“Well…I mean…that’s what happens when you train it for so many years…” Treck replied, feigning nonchalance as best he could. Sephiroth glanced up at him curiously.
“You can train this part of your body? I have little interest in it as I assumed it was not a muscle that you could adequately strengthen.” Asked Sephiroth with interest. Treck glanced at him, sweating buckets while doing his best to keep his face stoic.
“Oh yeah, I’ve t-trained this part of me for hours every day for years. T-There are special ways to do it, you see. I…uhh…I can teach you them, if you’d like?” Treck finally threw the invitation out there. Sephiroth narrowed his eyes with quiet frustration.
“…it does not appear to be nearly as dangerous a weapon as I first assumed. Despite its impressive hardness, it’s spongy and meaty. I fail to see what use training it could be…unless it can be strengthened to the point of being able to hold a sword. Can that be done?” Sephiroth demanded to know. Treck went quiet, his eyes wide and nervous as he thought long and hard about his answer.
“…yes. Yes, you can train your cock to hold a sword.” Lied Treck quite brilliantly.
“Then teach me.” Sephiroth ordered, “Now. I need to regain my full strength in any way possible.”
Treck gulped, a lewd grin lifting his trembling lips as he realized just what he had gotten himself into. If he was stuck in this insane situation, he was at least going to enjoy it. 💕
“W-Well first of all…you gotta grab hold of it.” Treck told Sephiroth. The looming SOLDIER nodded, reached out, and squeezed Treck’s cock so hard it felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull.
“GHHIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!! NO NO NO NOT THAT HARD NOT THAT HARD!!!” Treck howled, standing up on his tip-toes and howling like a wounded beast. Sephiroth’s expression didn’t change, he simply softened his grip and looked at Treck for further instruction.
“Gahh…gaggh…s-saw my life flash before my eyes…” Mewled Treck, going dizzy from the sudden rush of pain and the growing feeling of pleasure as Sephiroth’s hand rested around his shaft. “O-Okay…now you have to jerk it up and down, slow and steady.”
“Mmm.” Sephiroth responded blankly, doing as he was told. His movements were clumsy, but the trained hand of an expert warrior made for a high-quality cock-sleeve no matter how inexperienced he was at the job. Treck groaned as he felt pleasure course through his cock, Sephiroth’s stroking making wet, sticky noises from the trickle of pre-cum spilling from Treck’s tip.
“T-That’s real good…now pull it down so the head is exposed…then use your other hand to swirl your palm around the tip...” Treck was giving Sephiroth pretty high-level instruction, but he felt the beautiful beast was up to the task. Sephiroth nodded, pulling down on Treck’s cock until the steaming-hot tip was exposed. He then circled his palm around it while continuing to jack Treck off.
“T-THAT’S WOOOOOONDERFUL! 💞❤💞” Exclaimed Treck, arching his back and biting on his lip. Despite the gross look on his face, Sephiroth didn’t seem put off…in fact…was there a bit of colour to his cheeks that wasn’t there before?
Plap…plap…plap…the sounds of Treck getting a messy handjob continued to get louder as more pre-cum bubbled up and dribbled down his hard shaft. Sephiroth was focused on his task, his eyes narrowed as he started to discover the parts of Treck’s cock that caused the best reactions. He focused on the most sensitive parts of the shaft, and when he saw Treck make a particularly goofy-looking face…he smiled slightly.
“Interesting…” Sephiroth whispered to himself, “To think a man can be treated this way and react so explosively…I would have assumed what I was doing would cause any man to try and kill me in retaliation. Are you saying that you enjoy this training?”
“YESYESYESYESYES~~~ ❤💖” Treck babbled out, “Ohhhh man, your hand feels amazing! Y-You’re a cock-stroking king! Mmoogghnn!! K-Keep going! Pleeeeease keep coming until I cum!”
“Hmph. As you wish.” Sephiroth replied, not entirely sure what this “cum” was but eager to find out. He leaned in closer, his face inches away from Treck’s own as he continued to pump faster and harder. His palm that was swirling around the leaking tip was now drenched in pre-cum…so Sephiroth slipped his fingers into his own mouth to lick up the strange substance staining his hand. Steam billowed from Treck’s nostrils as he watched the sword-slut lap at his pre-cum so casually! He had no idea how sexy it was for a guy to see someone licking up his own jizz!
“B-B-Between your thighs! Shove my cock between your thighs! P-Please?” Treck blurted out in a daze. Sephiroth narrowed his eyes with confusion, but at this point he was willing to go along with Treck’s strange suggestions…plus, the idea that would have once seemed pointless seemed quite interesting to him now for some reason. Sephiroth had no idea that he was starting to get turned on as well, his 7-inch cock twitching as it began to get hard by itself.
Sephiroth shifted his body and moved Treck’s cock down, sliding it between his plump thighs as Treck moved in and threw his arms around Sephiroth’s waist. The silver-haired warrior looked perplexed by the slovenly expression Treck was making as the drooling nerd allowed his raging lust to overpower his fear of Sephiroth. He simply held on tight and started rutting like crazy, his huge cock jutting out from behind Sephiroth and sliding against the drooping cheeks of his bubble-butt. Sephiroth was so stacked and Treck was so hung that a thigh-job could double as an ass-job as his curved length rose up from behind the baffled SOLDIER.
“MMMMPPHHH~~~ 💕💞 THIS THIGH-PUSSY IS AMAZIIIIIING!!” Treck buried his face into Sephiroth’s muscular chest and moaned, his hips swinging faster with each thrust as his cum-slick cock experienced the tight plumpness of Sephiroth’s well-trained thighs. Sephiroth’s thighs were coated in pre-cum, his soft plap-meat layered in a sweet sheen of slipperiness that made Treck’s cock feel extra good. His colossal, steamy balls churned with pent-up cum. Treck hadn’t blown a load in nearly 12 hours now, he was so blue-balled he was seeing stars! In his riled-up state, even a deadly legendary SOLDIER was nothing but a cum-dumpster to him!
“I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM! 💖💖” Treck roared out loud in warning. Sephiroth looked quietly confused as ever.
“What do you mean by-“ He began to ask, but his sentence was interrupted when he was nearly lifted off the ground by Treck’s bucking cock. The unruly breed-beast began to pump out thick, sloppy ropes of cum all over the place, and a heaping helping of it splattered all over Sephiroth’s thighs and ass. The legendary SOLDIER looked over his shoulder in surprise, taken aback by the ferocity of Treck’s explosive orgasm. Sephiroth knew the basics of sex though he had no interest at all in it, but he was fairly sure men weren’t supposed to be able to paint the walls with their loads. This was an act solely made for procreation between regular humans, yes? So why…why was Treck’s load so impossibly thick and burly? Why was his cock so impressively thick and long? He was pointlessly well-endowed, and released bucket-loads of cum more than he needed to for reproduction purposes. Was he attempting to make Sephiroth’s thighs pregnant? How foolish…yet impressive in equal measure…this Treck was certainly no ordinary man…
…Sephiroth let out a soft sigh as a blush spread on his cheeks. He was growing more curious about Treck with every gooey blast of hot jizz that coursed through his cock and stained his body in white. To think there was a man that would attempt to use Sephiroth himself as some kind of cum-rag to pleasure themselves with…what an incredibly entertaining notion!
“Haaaaah…haaaaghn…💗” Treck panted heavily, leaning against Sephiroth for support. The swordsman looked down at him with interest…before squeezing his thighs together hard. Treck let out a yelp as his shaft was trapped between Sephiroth’s powerful thighs…and then Sephiroth revealed a sinister smirk.
“Intriguing. Such a potent release…and still your cock remains hard? This technique of yours requires further study. Get hard again. I want to spar more.” Sephiroth demanded, a glint of malice in his eyes. Treck shuddered and gulped, unable and honestly unwilling to deny this bottom-heavy beast what he wanted. But before Treck could be shoved down to the floor and suffocated underneath the gloriously thicc meat of Sephiroth’s ass, he heard a commotion coming from outside the door.
“Treck? Treck, are you in there?! It’s Tifa! I heard some crazy stories that we wanted to check up on! Can you open up?” The voice of the boisterous bartender that Treck knew and loved so much shouted loud from outside his door. Treck gasped, wondering how the heck he was going to explain this situation to everyone. They’d think he’d dragged some confused homeless man in off the street just because he was blessed with a big ass!
“Q-Quick, in here!” Treck declared, shoving Sephiroth towards a nearby closet as he hurriedly pulled his pants back up. The all-mighty swordsman frowned with irritation. If Treck had tried pushing him around before all of this, he’d find himself in two pieces very quickly…but Sephiroth knew that killing Treck would mean losing out on his huge cock, so he decided to comply and allow himself to be shoved into the closet like an old coat. He at least made sure to grab his sword before getting shoved inside, he wasn't so tame that he was willing to be pushed around without his weapon. Treck closed the door and locked it, letting out a weary sigh as he went to his front door and opened it up. There stood Tifa, alongside a very nervous looking Aerith and a very mad looking Cloud.
“Is Sephiroth here?” Cloud asked outright.
Oh no. Oh no. This was worse than Treck thought. He had assumed he’d just have to explain what the random sword-guy was doing in his apartment, but now it was clear at a glance that Cloud KNEW that very sword-guy. He should probably fess up and try to explain things now before things got out of hand…
“…who?” Asked Treck, internally kicking himself in the ass very hard indeed. Why was he like this? What went wrong with his greasy brain that forced him to make such terrible decisions? Did he seriously think he could avoid any trouble now that things had gotten to this point? Clearly he did, or he wouldn’t outright lie to Cloud’s face like that!
“Sephiroth. Legendary SOLDIER. Burned our hometown to the ground.” Explained Tifa curtly, “We managed to evacuate it before he did the deed at least, he at least wasn’t so far gone that he’d kill the entire town…but he hurt my father, nearly killed me, then ended up getting into a fight with Cloud before vanishing.”
“…ooooh…” Treck let out a pained, ghostly sound as he felt his body clench up tight, “S-Sounds pretty baaaaaaad…”
“It was! It was! Also, probably shouldn’t be telling you this but fuck it, he might be looking to reawaken an ancient alien being akin to a God so that he can rule the planet alongside her as a descendent of an ancient race that lived before humanity!” Aerith blurted out, glancing around Treck’s room just in case Sephiroth was in there, like he was going to be stood in the corner with a lampshade on his head…well, the truth wasn’t too far from that…
“…aaaaaaaaaaahh…” Treck exclaimed in a tiny, strained voice. He was holding onto the door hard enough to splinter the wood as the gravity of just who he had invited into his home started to hit him. “D-Doesn’t ring a bell…s-sounds kinda dangerous though…like…definitely n-not the kind of guy I would invite into my apartment…
“Well that’s true…” Cloud remarked gruffly, “I don’t think even you’re dumb enough to invite a sword-wielding maniac into your home.” Oh dear, Cloud was vastly overestimating Treck. What low opinion Cloud had of this drooling pervert was going to be significantly lower by the end of the day…
Tifa crossed her arms under her big tits and sighed wearily. “One of the regular drunks was saying he saw a guy who looked like Sephiroth walking with you through the slums earlier. I thought it was far-fetched myself but thought we should scout things out. Heh, feel kind of silly now. Like Sephiroth himself is going to pop up in Midgar and head back to your place like some brothel-bimbo offering to show you a good time…”
“Maybe he saw, like, Marle walking around with some other nasty-looking slob?” Aerith asked, saying something very insulting in a very cute voice.
“First of all, ouch.” Tifa responded, “Second of all, I think all the booze in my bar wouldn’t make a man mistake Marle for Sephiroth, even if their hair colours are similar. Haaah…hmm?”
Tifa began to sniff the air, her eyes closed for a moment…before she opened them and grinned knowingly at Treck. “Dude, your room reeks to high heaven of cum. You been jerking it? 💞”
“M-Maybe?” Responded Treck. Aerith let out a giggle while Cloud just sighed, putting his sword away.
“Explains why you’re so jumpy. Did we interrupt your alone time? Pig…” Cloud grunted out, a cheeky smirk on his face as the mood started to soften.
“Gross, gross, gross! What kind of man jerks off in the comfort and safety of his own home? That’s sooo perverted! ❤❤” Aerith giggled, getting into things as well. Treck felt his face going beetroot red, even though he had not, in fact, been jerking off at all. Not unless you count Sephiroth’s fat thighs as a masturbation tool.
“Now that I get a better look, you’re sporting one hell of a bulge today…” Tifa pursed her lips as she eyed Treck’s cock-bulge. He bent forward to try and hide it, but there was no hiding that kind of beast. “Damn…kinda feel jealous of your hand if you’re using it to deal with a boner like that…”
“Tifa, really…” Sighed Cloud, though he kept glancing down at Treck’s cock as well. The air was getting quite heavy as Cloud, Tifa and Aerith all started glancing at each other knowingly.
“…you knooooow…all three of us are right here…and Treck’s right there…and his cock is right down there…and his wallet is presumably right over there…” Aerith nudged both Cloud and Tifa. All three of them nodded knowingly before staring wickedly at Treck.
“I think we’ve got time for a session.” Tifa declared, shoving Treck into his own home and closing the door behind her. “You got the cash, right? Cause I’ve got what you want if you’ve got what we want. 💖💗”
“W-W-W-Wait just a minute here, I don’t-oooooggghnn…” Treck tried in vain to keep things from going too far, but Tifa just lifted up her white shirt and let her massive titties flop out to shut him up. Treck’s brain frazzled and descended into monkey mode when he saw those colossal jugs, and any resistance he had evaporated away in an instant in the face of her gorgeous, drooping funbags and her rosy, plump nipples.
“That’s right, you shut the fuck up and worship my tits~~~ 💞” Chuckled Tifa, grabbing Treck’s face and mashing them between her rack. She stood to his side, moving his head towards her as she buried him down into the meat of her chest. The smell of sweat and booze from a hard day of work made Treck’s head spin around. He felt all the strength leave his body, and he wished he could just spend forever in that heaven of softness and warmth…
“Lemme just pull these down, you won’t need these for a while!” Aerith giggled, starting to unbutton Treck’s pants as he was lost in the ocean of Tifa’s jiggling tits. She dragged them to the floor, and the stink of his recently thigh-stroked cock started to fill the room up again. The stench of sex and jizz was strong enough to even make the more stoic Cloud gulp with lust. He licked her lips, reaching his hand down to stroke Treck’s cock alongside Aerith.
“Seriously, jerking off like some kind of monkey in heat while its still light outside…this dick has no restraint or shame.” Remarked Cloud, his hand gripping with just the right amount of force as he pumped Treck’s cock up and down, “It’s soaked with your own cum, do you not even clean your cock after you jizz? Or were you hoping for one of us to come along and clean it for you…💗”
“With our mouths, riiiiight? Ahhhn~~” Aerith let her tongue flop out of her mouth, wiggling it enticingly as she leaned in to start lashing at Treck’s musky cock. The remnants of cum that stained Treck’s length were so strong and rich that it made her tongue feel numb. Damn, he had seriously blown a monster load all by himself? Aerith almost felt annoyed about it. He had a direct line to three of the hottest sluts in the slums, and he was still spending his days stroking his cock alone? Treck needed reminding about what a sweet deal he had stumbled into!
From his vantage point inside of the closet, Sephiroth peeked through the slats at the top of the door and watched Treck get mobbed by the money-hungry trio. He narrowed his eyes as he stared quite intensely at Cloud, as he could feel something in the back of his mind twitching as he looked at him. Something very familiar…but Sephiroth’s attempts to recall the lost memory were distracted as he saw Treck get pushed down onto his own bed, completely overpowered by the assaulting mob that had entered his room. Sephiroth wanted to see how he escaped this obvious attempt on his life. Perhaps he could finally see how that strange, large weapon of his could be used in an actual combat scenario.
Tifa straddled Treck’s body, mashing her large tits against his face while Aerith and Cloud worked together to slurp on his heavy balls and stroke his juicy cock. Their soft lips pressed together as they eagerly moved their heads around, smothering themselves against Treck’s balls and dragging their tongue along the length of his shaft. Aerith let out a horny sigh as she watched Cloud so elegantly trace lines across the veins of Treck’s cock. What a natural cock-sucker he was…Aerith was almost jealous at how good Cloud was at servicing men! 💞 She needed to up her game, and fortunately she had two nice soft allies to help with that. She unbuttoned her pink blouse and wrapped her tits around Treck’s cock, pumping them up and down as she pressed her palms against the sides of her breasts to add additional pressure.
“Hee hee hee…you’re always so transfixed by Tifa’s rack that you might forget I’m sporting a pretty nice pair as well~” Giggled Aerith, “Come on, come on, tell me how much you love having your cock hugged all tight by my boobs! 💕❤”
“Mmph…mmmhl…paaah…he can’t tell you anything right now, Aerith…he’s being suffocated by Tifa’s tits.” Cloud licked his lips, pulling himself away from Treck’s cock to respond to Aerith’s doomed attempts. Aerith puffed her cheeks up with irritation as she continued her titfuck regardless of the lack of respect it was getting. That Tifa…she was just too busty for her own good!
“Hee hee…you’re looking kinda pouty there, Aerith. Maybe I need to bury your face between my tits to calm you down, it’s certainly worked for this guy~ 💗” Chuckled Tifa, looking down at Treck with something close to adoration in her eyes. It was kind of cute watching him go from stammering and sweating to groaning and mewling so quickly…but when she felt Treck suck her nipple between his lips, her soft voice let out a gasp of pleasure. His skilled tongue lashed against her tits as Treck succumbed to his lusts and settled in for a night of fun, forgetting for a moment that he was hiding Sephiroth in his closet thanks to the mind-numbing effects of Tifa’s glorious rack.
“Damn, you’ve made him hard enough to fuck through solid rock with your chest, Tifa.” Cloud admired the sheer scale of Treck’s cock as it pointed proudly towards the ceiling, curving backwards and throbbing like a weapon ready to explode. “I think it’s time we earned our wages for the day. Who’s up first?”
“I’ll go first! 💖” Aerith stood up in a huff and moved to stand on the bed, her legs spread on either side of Treck’s body as her tight pussy glistened from her juices, a trickle falling down to lube up Treck’s cock-head. “If he’s gonna ignore my awesome titties because Tifa’s in the way, I’m gonna grab his attention in a different way!”
“Hell yeah, you go girl! Make him forget what my goddamn name is!” Tifa cheered Aerith on, moving slightly so Treck could watch the lewd flower-girl dropping her hips down. She leaned forward, her palms holding onto Treck’s flabby chest for support as her pussy stretched out around Treck’s cock. Her tightness fought against Treck’s sheer girth in a close contest, but soon Aerith was dropping her hips down inch by inch as she successfully managed to start taking Treck’s colossal cock inside of herself.
“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh he’s sooooooo big…💕💕” Aerith panted out in a strained voice, her eyes fluttering as her pussy tightened up around Treck’s shaft even more, “Seeeeeeeriously, t-this guy’s dick is a menace…mmmpgh…s-such a studly cock, i-it’s making me dizzy just taking it inside of meeeeee…”
“MMMMMOGGGHH GOD!” Treck cried out, his eyes crossing as the wet grip of Aerith’s fuck-hole pushed down his shaft. It felt like his dick was being suffocated from how tight Aerith was…but he still wanted more! He wanted to go balls deep into the perverted slum-girl! Aerith had such an innocent, sweet look about her…it made Treck feel so nasty and brutish knowing that he was ramming his cock up into such an angelic looking girl, even knowing full well that she was even more perverted than he was!
“Damn, look at him bloating up my sweet little Aerith like the fuck-doll she is! I love seeing his cock bulging out her slim little belly like that…” Tifa moaned, watching the imprint of Treck’s cock pushing up through Aerith’s drum-tight stomach. Cloud was watching too, and he gently rubbed the bulge of Treck’s cock from the outside to offer a two-way course of pleasure for the squealing cock-brute. Aerith showed off a trembling grin as she held her hands up in a peace sign while she started to bounce faster.
“H-Hee hee hee…Tifa’s got her tits and Cloud’s g-got his boi-pussy, so I can’t let y-you forget how awesome a lay I am as well~ 💞💗” Moaned Aerith in a throaty voice. Cloud looked a little confused by the term “boi-pussy” but figured that was a discussion for later. Treck’s cock was visibly squishing to fit into Aerith as she lifted and dropped her hips, the steel-hard shaft contorting to fill Aerith up to her limits. She was letting out a sultry, sweet voice as she rode Treck, closing her eyes and losing herself in her own pleasure as shook her ass like a slut. Aerith seriously loved this cock…and she was getting paid to ride it! As she felt the vibrations of Treck’s cock twitching within her, she knew that he was getting close to dumping a nasty, fat load right inside of her…and Treck wasn’t enough of a gentleman to warn a lady when he was about to absolutely bloat her womb up with cum. She kinda liked that about him though. 💖
“G-Gonna cum, you dick-idiot? Mmmph…g-go right ahead…blow your load in this flower-pussy you paid good money for! M-Make me work for my wage, you nasty slave-driver! Mmmph…I-I want you to cum so hard it comes out of my mouth! I want you to blast my guts until they’re stained white! I want you to fill me up so much the taste of your cum never leaves my mou-OOOOOGGGGHHHNNNNN!!! 💕💔💕” Even as Aerith was lewdly demanding Treck blow his load, his balls were churning and bubbling up to the bursting point. He interrupted her mid-sentence by firing off his first shot of chunky ball-batter, and as it collided with Aerith’s womb she lost her ability to speak, instead becoming a squirting, squealing sow.
Rushing streams of cum audibly pumped into Aerith, and Cloud had to hold the flower-girl up by her back so she didn’t fall backwards. Her tongue was drooling from her lips and her eyes were rolling in a perverted ahegao as her womb greedily guzzled down as much of Treck’s monster load as it could…but even with this being his second shot today, his load was too much for Aerith’s tiny pussy and it began to pour out of her in frothy streams. Cloud smiled at Aerith’s obvious pleasure, and swooped up a fingerful of cum to slip between his lips. Mmm…seriously, why did a pig like Treck have to have such tasty cum? The world was so unfair…
“Oooooggghnn…sooooo much cum…j-just for meeeee…💖💗” Aerith moaned, being gently lifted off Treck’s and lowered down onto a nearby coach by Cloud as her hips twitched and bucked from numerous orgasms. As much as Aerith loved to ride Treck like her pet pony, she needed to be more careful than either Tifa or Cloud when doing it. She was a seriously sensitive girl after all, and a cock as meaty as Treck’s could totally break her. But perhaps a nice, tight…”boi-pussy”…would be enough to beat the brute?
Cloud stood up and walked past Treck’s panting body, glaring at him with hazy, lustful eyes as he did so. “Don’t even pretend you’re done yet. Your only redeeming feature is squirting out cum, so get hard again already. We’re draining your balls and your wallet dry…” Cloud then positioned himself for a rough pounding, by planting his palms on the nearest surface he could find and bending over…the only problem was that the surface Cloud’s hands were planted on was the closet that Sephiroth was hiding in!
“Ggrggh…” Treck swallowed hard, his post-nut clarity helping him remember the situation at hand. “M-Maybe you wanna come over here and ride me like Aerith instead?”
“Get up, you lazy bastard!” Tifa admonished Treck, grabbing him by the arm and lifting him up to his feet, “Don’t even pretend that my Cloud isn’t worth walking a couple of feet for. Look at that tight little asshole of his begging for your cock, you gonna leave my man all horny and hard like that? Don’t you wanna just slide something way too big into something way too small and go crazy?”
Cloud gulped, his eyes glancing around as Tifa described him in such depraved terms. She made him sound like some kind of whore that she owned…urgh…why did that make his cock throb so much? He was seriously getting corrupted by the waves of perversion that came off Treck.
Treck gulped, caught between his fear of Sephiroth being discovered and his desire to plap Cloud’s tight ass like it was a cheap fleshlight…but in the end, desire would always overcome Treck’s survival instincts. He’d chase pussy through a pack of hungry wolves if he had to! So he stood behind Cloud, grabbed hold of his slender hips, and aimed his drooling boner right at his ass. Cloud bit his lip and whined as he felt Treck enter him slowly, pushing inches of his long length right into his tender, sensitive hole. The vibrations of Cloud’s trembling shook the locker, and Sephiroth looked down at Cloud’s perverted expression with wonder in his eyes. Whoever this blonde man was…Sephiroth liked him. 💞
Cloud kept his legs spread as Treck began to plap him relentlessly, excavating the depths of his ass-pussy and spreading it wide with his thick cock. The sloppy slap of Treck’s hips colliding with Cloud’s ass rang out across the room, making Tifa and Aerith whimper with every impact as if their own pussies were being plowed by that massive fuck-rod. The impact of Treck’s thrusts spread out like a shockwave, making the two girl’s wombs tingle with jealousy…and making Sephiroth’s cock throb hard against the wooden door of the closet. Sephiroth started to pant, his eyes narrowing as he watched Treck fucking the strange man who had captivated him so quickly…
This blonde man was strong, that much was clear. At a glance Sephiroth could tell how powerful he was…yet he was submitting to Treck so happily, spreading his legs and offering up his own body to be used…it made Sephiroth want to do the same. Perhaps there was something to submitting to cock that the silver-haired swordsman was missing…
“S-Shit…so goddamn huge…mmph…y-you seriously d-don’t hold back when you pound me, do you? 💗” Cloud looked over his shoulder with a snarl on his lips but a twinkle in his eye. Treck shook his head, sweat coming down his brow as he relished Cloud’s ass tightening around him.
“Hell no! Not when a tasty fuck-sleeve like this is offered up to me! I-I’m paying good money for this, so just stand there and get plapped like a good boy!” Treck demanded, raising up a hand and spanking Cloud across the ass. Cloud arched his back and moaned, dragging his nails across the closet door. Sephiroth bit down on his bottom lip and moaned in turn, his hands reaching down to stroke his cock as he felt Cloud’s pleasure resonate within him.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Treck went wild, smashing his hips against Cloud’s hard enough to make the room shake. He had completely forgotten about everything except making his cock feel good, and he held onto Cloud so tightly that there was little chance of the SOLIDER getting away. He had been turned from a proud warrior into a useful jizz-rag again…and he couldn’t even pretend he didn’t love it anymore…he kept crawling back to this dirty apartment to get fucked like a slut, and he knew he’d be back again once Treck was done wiping his jizz off on his fat ass…💖💖
“MMMPH…GET PREGNANT, BOI-SLUT!” Cloud demanded, reaching his hands back to grope Cloud’s ass like it was fresh dough. Cloud stood up on his tiptoes, curving his back as he shoved himself back to meet Treck’s harsh thrusting. He looked like a cat stretching itself out…he was so toned and strong, but so flexible at the same time…Treck had a feeling he could trap this blonde bitch in a full nelson for sure. He was such a rude little whore, always pretending he didn’t love getting his asshole reshaped by Treck’s dick. A little full nelson correction would sort him out! Yeah, that’s what Treck would do once he was done blowing his load right into Cloud’s guts!
“J-Just try and make me pregnant, YOU FUCKING PERVERT! ❤💗 Y-You seriously think you can make guys pregnant just because your cock is so fucking huge and your jizz is so stupidly thick? G-GO RIGHT AHEAD AND TRY! I’LL JUST LAUGH AT YOUR DUMB ASS WHEN YOU MESS IT UP! 💞💔❤” Cloud roared out in response, clenching his butt tight around Treck and forcing a pig-like squeal from the rutting brute’s lips. With his eyes rolling back into his head, Treck let loose another torrent of creamy ball-batter deep into Cloud. The splashing mess of hot cum gurgled out with loud splatters, and Treck’s balls rose up high as he began to pump out a mass of the thick cream. Cloud let out an orgasmic cry, his own cock twitching and bucking as he started spraying cum all over the locker door. Sephiroth bit down on his lip and closed his eyes tight, following the urges of his body and spurting his own load out on the other side of the closer. Cloud and Sephiroth’s cumloads were so close yet so far, separated by a thin sheet of cracking wood…
…wait…cracking wood?
“H-Huh? Oogh…w-wait…oh noooooo…” Treck babbled out, still lost in a daze of pleasure as he heard the first signs of creaking and groaning. He noticed too late that Cloud was no longer just pressing his palms against the closet door, but was now grabbing hold of the sides of it and holding on for dear life. Before Treck could beg him to stop, Cloud responded to Treck’s creampie with another moan and a violent arching of his back. The closet door was ripped right off its hinges, and both Cloud and Treck tumbled backwards to land at the foot of the bed.
“WOAH?!” Cloud cried out, an arcing stream of his own cum flying up and splattering the inside of the closet as he tumbled down. Treck went falling down as well, his cock slipping out of Cloud’s ass and spurting towards Tifa. She caught the nasty rope of bubbling jizz between her tits as if Treck’s cum had been aiming right for her cleavage! Everyone winced at the sudden collapse, and Tifa and Aerith both laughed as they opened their eyes and chuckled.
“Ha ha ha! Oh man, you’re fucking so hard that you’re bringing the place…down…” Tifa’s laughter stopped. So did Aerith’s. As Cloud rubbed his head and groaned, he looked up at the closet he had just opened with wide eyes. Treck felt his blood go cold…yet his cock remained stubbornly hard, not reading the room at all.
Sephiroth stood in the closet, looking down at the strings of Cloud’s cum that had landed on him with watery, lustful eyes. He was panting softly, his wide hips trembling as his cock twitched from his recent release.
“…Cloud…” Sephiroth spoke up, seemingly remembering something that had been lost in the back of his mind, “…it’s been a long time…”
“I CAN EXPLA-“ Treck tried to shout out, but it was too late. Cloud leapt at Sephiroth after swiftly grabbing his weapon, and the closet exploded into pieces as he struck with his Buster Sword. Sephiroth grabbed his own blade and blocked the blow, and the bursting impact of their clash sent a block of wood from the closet flying out straight at Treck’s face. He had no time to react before it clonked him on the head, and Treck was out like a light in an instant.
When Treck woke up, he expected to find his entire apartment in a completely destroyed state. Cloud and Sephiroth fighting would level his entire apartment block, let alone his poor room. But as he came around, he saw that the damage was surprisingly minimal. The closet was in pieces, and some of the furniture around that area was damaged…but it was mostly intact. He also noticed he couldn’t move. He shifted around to find that he had been tied to a chair…and next to him sat Sephiroth, who was also tied up. Sephiroth looked at him blankly. There was very little concern on his face despite Cloud, Tifa and Aerith all glaring at the two of them.
“He’s awake.” Aerith noted. “Good thing too. I was getting worried we’d need to call a doctor or something, and I dunno how to explain all of this.”
“Fortunately, we don’t need to explain anything.” Declared Tifa, “But you do. What’s going on, Treck? You been playing us for idiots this whole time? Waiting to give Sephiroth the chance to jump us?”
Cloud said nothing. He merely held onto his sword and waited for a response, looking between Treck and Sephiroth.
“N-N-N-No! No, no, no, I swear! I seriously just…I-I bumped into this guy on the street, h-he looked like he had no idea where he was! Then he tried to kill me! Then he stopped! Then he said he wanted to see my dick! Then he saw it! Then I shoved him in the closet when you guys arrived! I-I didn’t know who he was! I panicked! I’m sorry! I’m really, really sorry!” Treck babbled out, scared and confused and in a total state. Tifa narrowed her eyes at him.
“We specifically asked if Sephiroth was in here. You said you’d never heard of him.” She reminded Treck. He let out a pathetic whimper and clenched his eyes shut, tears forming in their corners.
“I-I got scared! I don’t know why I did that! I-I didn’t think you’d want to start fucking right there and then!” He explained in a blubbering voice.
“Oh, so now it’s OUR fault cause we wanted to fuck you? Well you don’t have to worry about that anymore, I’m not touching your stupid dick ever again! You can kiss my kissers goodbye!” Aerith huffed, crossing her arms and pouting with great annoyance. Treck let out a guttural sob like she had just punched him in the gut.
“…why is he so different?” Cloud finally spoke up, asking Treck a strange question. “When I went to attack him, he blocked my blow and…that was all. He made no move to strike back. In fact, even though he seems to remember me…he doesn’t seem interested in fighting me at all. I can’t sense any of his killing instinct from the last time we met. He didn’t even stop us from tying him up.”
“H-Huh? I-I don’t know! I don’t know what he was like before…w-well…I mean…when we first met he seemed seriously scary. He looked like he was gonna slice me into bits but then…well…umm…” Treck wondered if they would even believe him if he told the truth. Tifa cracked her knuckles ominously.
“Spill it.” She demanded. Treck gulped hard and continued.
“…m-my boner pressed up against him and he…I dunno…I guess he was curious? We went back to my place and I…kinda…fucked his thighs?” Treck mumbled out. Tifa, Cloud and Aerith all looked surprised, then glanced at Sephiroth.
“It was enjoyable.” Sephiroth declared in a stoic voice, “Apparently my “thigh-pussy” is quite amazing.”
“Oh my fucking lord.” Tifa rubbed the bridge of her nose in exasperation, “Okay. So. Apparently the guy who burned down our hometown is now…what…getting off on having his legs fucked? What’s going on here, Sephiroth? Do you want to kill us?”
“I did.” Admitted Sephiroth, “I wanted to fight Cloud to the death, to face him in battle once more. But now I don’t. I found great satisfaction in pleasing this man’s cock, and seeing Cloud doing the same made me more excited than I feel even in battle. So I have no interest in killing any of you. Not right now at any rate.”
Tifa scratched her head. Aerith looked around baffled. Cloud pursed his lips and glanced to the side as he realized Sephiroth had indeed been watching him acting like a total slut all that time.
“Well shit. I was kind of expecting the first time meeting Sephiroth since that day in Nibelheim to be a tad more…dramatic? Like we’d see some signs that he was still alive lingering around until finally encountering him in a creepy, unnatural way…”
“Maybe on a boat.” Aerith declared. Tifa looked at her funny.
“Why on a boat specifically?” Asked Tifa.
“I ‘unno, just seems like something Sephiroth would do.” She responded.
“It does sound like something I would do.” Sephiroth added.
“Look, enough of this.” Cloud interrupted the proceedings, standing over Sephiroth with a furious look on his face. “After what he did to our town, I can’t let him appear like this and go without any punishment. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long, even if it’s happening in a way I never could have expected. I should cut him down right here and now…but…mmph…” Cloud looked conflicted. He clearly wanted some revenge for what Sephiroth had done to him, but he wasn’t sure killing him while he was tied to a chair was the way he wanted to go about. Plus, Sephiroth wasn’t fighting back. He seemingly wasn’t interested in a battle to the death right now…maybe Treck could suggest an alternative…
“…why don’t we fuck him?” Treck suggested with a shrug. Tifa, Aerith and Cloud looked at him with tired, pleading eyes like they were begging him to shut the fuck up, but Treck kept going.
“I mean…might make you all feel better? I know I feel great when I start pounding away like crazy into one of you!” Treck smiled in what he thought was a sweet manner, but really he looked like some kind of pervert leering at girls on the pillar train.
“…I mean…it might not hurt? Could be cathartic?” Aerith mused, shrugging slightly as well.
“You can’t be serious…” Tifa asked Aerith in amazement, “I mean he…I know he’s handsome but…”
“Got a great ass too.” Treck chimed in, “Seriously, you could bounce gil off that thing. A strong pair of hands like yours could probably get some good work done with those cheeks.”
“For real?” Tifa asked cautiously, her love of fat asses slowly overpowering her reason. “…mmm…I dunno about this, what do you think Cloud?”
“Me? What…I don’t…” Cloud started to stammer in confusion, his head spinning as the moment of his grand revenge seemed to be shifting around in his own head. What kind of revenge did he even want at this point? He wasn’t sure himself!
“Well…have you ever wanted to fuck Sephiroth? Even just a little?” Treck probed curiously.
Cloud froze. He glanced at Treck. He glanced at Tifa. He glanced at Aerith. He glanced at Sephiroth.
“…no?” Cloud lied.
Tifa, Aerith and Treck all looked at him disbelievingly. Even Sephiroth looked a little doubtful.
“Oh. Okay. Just…kinda figured you’d enjoy having some nasty, messy, seriously hot hate sex with the guy but maybe I’m totally off.” Treck tightened his lips and shrugged, leaving the ball in Cloud’s court. Tifa and Aerith both gave him the side-eye. Even Sephiroth was looking at him knowingly.
“I mean…well…if you put it like that…” Cloud murmured out quietly. He looked at Sephiroth, who just smirked at him with a cocky glimmer in his eyes. Oh, that bastard…was he making fun of Cloud with that look? Was he? WAS HE?!?
“LET’S SEE THAT PRETTY SMILE OF YOURS NOW, YOU FUCKING DICK-SLUT! COME ON! LET ME SEE THAT HANDSOME FACE OF YOURS SMIRKING ALL CONFIDENT NOW YOU’VE GOT MY COCK DOWN YOUR THROAT! 💖💔” Cloud roared out, his fingers wrapped up in Sephiroth’s hair as he pummelled his throat raw with his cock. Sephiroth’s eyes were crossed as he was tossed around, his face acting as Cloud’s fucktoy as the spiky-haired stud swung his hips like he was possessed. He was upside down on the bed, his head hanging off the bed as Cloud used it as a cock-sleeve. Pre-cum and spit dripped down Sephiroth’s face as he attempted to guzzle down every inch of his rival’s shaft. Treck hadn’t been lying. This was nasty, messy, and seriously hot hate sex.
“GRGLK-BRGLK-GRLKP-HRGLK-MMRGPKL-HHGGGHLK-PPRGLKK-SHHRLOP-MMLRGKP!! ❤💔💖💔💗💗” Sephiroth’s words were muffled as he swallowed over and over again, savouring the rich taste of Cloud’s cock. His sweaty, musky shaft was exuding pheromones that just made Sephiroth feel hotter and hornier. His cheeks hollowed as he increased his suction, aiming to drain the cum right out of Cloud’s balls. Seeing his nemesis standing above him so dominantly, showing off such an angry face…normally it would make Sephiroth’s battle instincts flare up, but right now it just made him want to service Cloud like a good little SOLDIER slut…
…this could be because Sephiroth felt particularly submissive as Treck was stood behind him, his colossal cock buried in the plump, heavenly meat of his massive fucking ass!
“Ohhhh fuck, this thing was made for breeding…” Groaned Treck, his eyes going hazy as his hips plapped against the cushions of Sephiroth’s bubble-butt, “Wasted time being a SOLDIER when you should have become a fucking pornstar, you bottom-heavy bimbo…mmpgh…I could fuck this tight hole all day…”
“Hee hee...I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. I wanna see this bitch squeal for you~ 💞” Chuckled Tifa, grinding her hips in a slow, careful rhythm as she bounced up and down on Sephiroth’s cock. As Treck was stood behind Sephiroth, very much enjoying his puckered asshole, Tifa was riding on top of him and making good use of his thick, tasty cock. It was just going to waste after all, twitching all over and spurting out pre-cum. Tifa just wasn’t the kind of girl who could let a decent cock go unused like that. So now even she was enjoying getting some sweet revenge on Sephiroth by riding him stupid until his mind melted and his cock broke~
As Tifa was riding Sephiroth, she made sure her body was facing towards Treck so he could get an eyeful of her bouncing, milky tits while she rode her silver-haired slut. This wasn’t to be nice to Treck, she was still pissed at him for not telling them about Sephiroth. She just knew that the sight of her perfect rack would make Treck’s cock thicker and burlier, which would spread Sephiroth’s tight asshole wider and make his cock get even harder. It was a perverse chain reaction that ended with Tifa enjoying herself all the more, and was anything really more important than her enjoying herself? No, she didn’t think so. Bouncing up and down on the man she had wanted to get revenge on for so long, Tifa felt like a fucking queen who deserve the entire goddamn world. 💗
“Mmm…mmm…tasty nipples~ Whenever I lick them, I see his whooooole body tense up…lick…lick…lick…” Aerith giggled, twisting Sephiroth’s hard nipples as she sucked on them like candies. Seeing such a dangerous and powerful man lying there and letting himself be used like a communal fuck-doll was making Aerith’s pussy gush. She lay her head on his chest, licking away like a kitten as she relished the sounds of all her friends absolutely wrecking the sword-slut like the sperm-hungry bitch he was! Everyone was working together to totally ruin Sephiroth’s holes! By the time they were done, he’d be more of a dolled-up jizz-dumpster than a legendary warrior! Soooo cute~~~ 💖💖
“Mmpfgh…grggh…come on…come on…tighten that fucking throat up before I grab hold of it and squeeze it down! If you want me to tighten it for you, I’ll do it…but you might not be awake to see how I use it… 💞” Cloud snarled, his eyes flashing with lust as he rubbed his fingers along Sephiroth’s throat. The bulge of his cock pumping away inside his tight gullet looked so inviting…Cloud just wanted to grab hold of it and thrust like he was using this throat to jerk off. Bubbles of spit drooled from Sephiroth’s lips as he felt like the world was spinning around him. Cloud was being so aggressive with him…how exciting...
“SHHHRRRRLLLPPPPP…SHHHLOOORRRRP…SLLLRRRRPPP...💕💔💕” Sephiroth responded by squeezing his lips down into a tight vacuum seal and sucking the life out of Cloud’s cock, bobbing his head back and forward as he used the spit and pre-cum that was filling his mouth to soak Cloud’s cock. Cloud felt his knees go weak, and he nearly fell forward if not for Aerith helping to push him back upright.
“No no no, you can’t let him win~” Aerith told Cloud, “You need to pump away inside his tight throat until you’ve filled him up with so much cum that he can’t cause any trouble anymore! Don’t give in just because he’s a natural cock-sucker!”
Cloud nodded, steadying himself as he looked over at Treck who was frothing at the mouth like a crazed animal. Watching Treck thrust away like a beast from this vantage point was quite something…it made Cloud wonder how the hell he managed to withstand this kind of treatment when Treck did it to him. He was swinging his hips so far back that his entire cock nearly slipped out of Sephiroth’s ass with every thrust, and then he slammed it all the way back in to the hilt each time. At this rate…the legendary SOLDIER might seriously end up becoming Treck’s personal cum-dumpster…there was no way a slut like him could take this kind of inhuman pounding and not surrender.
“Damn, this boi-slut’s dick is getting harder every time he gets a cock balls deep in him, doesn’t matter which end!” Tifa groaned, her hands rising to lift her hair up as she squeezed down on Sephiroth’s cock. It was a burly thing, make no mistake…but after getting pounded into the ground by Treck so many times, Tifa could handle a cock like this and leave it begging for mercy~ It wasn’t exactly the kind of revenge she had envisioned inflicting upon Sephiroth over the years, but it honestly felt quite fitting after everything she had been through lately. Fucking him into submission just seemed right. ❤💕
Sephiroth himself was being assaulted by a wave of pleasure that he had never experienced before. For so long his only love had been raw battle, not raw cocks! But now he understood the sheer power that lay dormant inside of fuck-hungry males, he couldn’t help but be charmed by it. Sephiroth was a man who appreciated a warrior’s spirit, and both Treck and Cloud were rutting like stags in heat with something to prove. Despite their mutual desire to punish Sephiroth with their meaty cocks, there was still a faint hint of competitiveness within their movements…like each of them were trying to claim Sephiroth as theirs with their frantic thrusting. How interesting…Sephiroth felt like he had to respond to such passioned strikes.
He clenched his asshole tight around Treck’s shaft, and began to swallow repeatedly to massage Cloud’s cock. Both of the horny brutes let out gasps, surprised by Sephiroth’s sudden enthusiasm as he fought back against their cock-swinging. That wasn’t enough to make them slow down though. If anything they responded to this by fucking faster and harder. Cloud grit his teeth, his hands gripping onto Sephiroth’s head as he glared down into his amused eyes. Even when he was getting his throat reshaped, this piece of shit looked so damn smug about it…it just made Cloud want to fuck him up even more!
“W-Woah! S-Shit! Mmpgh…t-this guy just started throbbing like crazy! Damn…pretty-boy here has a half-decent cock…maaaaybe even better than both of yours…💗” Tifa decided to poke the two bears who were pounding Sephiroth, making both Treck and Cloud look up at her with angry expressions. The idea of Cloud being any lesser than Sephiroth made his blood boil. As for Treck…well…having a big cock was all he had! If this silver-haired stud was even better at fucking than he was, what did he have left?!
“Oh? So he has a good cock, does he? He should consider himself lucky that he even gets to use it, BECAUSE THIS BASTARD IS GOING TO BE OUR GODDAMN POCKET-PUSSY FROM NOW ON! 💞💔❤ COME ON TRECK, THE ONLY DECENT THING YOU CAN DO IS FUCK, SO YOU’D BETTER MAKE HIS MAN CUM HIS BRAINS OUT ALREADY!” Demanded Cloud, ordering Treck to pick up the pace and really put Sephiroth in his place. Steam snorted out from Treck’s nostrils as he nodded in agreement, the veins in his arms bulging as he held onto the wide, meaty hips of the squad’s communal fuck-toy.
“Oh man, you’ve done it now…” Aerith giggled at Tifa, “You’ve gone and made them maaaaaaad. It’s almost as if you WANT to see Sephiroth left drooling and broken in a puddle of frothing jizz.”
“Maybe. 💖” Tifa replied curtly, looking down at Sephiroth with a hint of lust and malice in her eyes. She wanted her revenge too, after all.
“MMPHH…GGGRHHLPP…MMMPGGGH…BBLLOOORG...GRROOOGGHLK...HHRROOGGHKKK!!! 💕💖❤💔💗” Sephiroth’s eyes crossed, much to Cloud’s delight, as Treck’s cock bloated up and started to rampage inside of his tight boi-pussy. Treck was thrusting with quick, shallow motions as he aimed his flaring cock-head right at the roof of Sephiroth’s ass, his curved cock striking away let a jackhammer. Sephiroth’s plump thighs clamped around Treck’s waist as best they could, his inner instincts as a bitch waking up and demanding he pull the stud inside of him even closer. Treck let out a growl as he felt the warm meat of Sephiroth’s legs press against him, and his fingers gripped onto the cushioned meat of his hips tighter in response. So much of Sephiroth was hard, toned muscle…but his lower body was like a totally different person. One that was born to get fucked and had the kind of body that attracted studs like flies to honey.
Sephiroth’s balls were churning with cum, his own climax rising at the same time as Cloud and Treck’s. All three cocks were primed and ready as their owners lost themselves in the haze of sweat and lust that surrounded all five of the perverted lovers. Aerith was panting, fingering herself silly as she had now moved over to start slurping on Tifa’s nipples instead of Sephiroth’s. Tifa’s long hair was flying around as she bounced harder and faster, her pussy gripping tight around Sephiroth’s cock as she worked to drain it dry. She bit on her bottom lip, trying to keep her voice quiet as she refused to let Sephiroth know that he was making her cum. Not that he would be able to recognize he had done so. He was barely able to keep his wits about him as Treck and Cloud entered their final stretch, pumping away like crazy as they brought themselves to a finish.
“F-FUCK! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS BASTARD IS GOING TO MAKE ME CUM…MMPGGH…TRECK, YOU’D BETTER CUM WITH ME! I WANT TO SEE THIS GUY STUFFED WITH SO MUCH CUM THAT HE CAN’T EVEN GULP IT ALL DOWN! 💗💕💞” Cloud demanded, sweat dripping down his chest as Sephiroth’s throat-game had worked him into a frenzy. He grabbed two fistfuls of Sephiroth’s hair and dragged his face forward as he pushed his hips one more time, making sure his cock was buried as deep as it could possibly go before he began to unleash his thick load.
“YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT! I’VE BEEN WANTING TO BLOW THIS LOAD SINCE I FIRST SAW THIS ASS-SLUT’S HUGE BOOTY! I’MMA MAKE IT MY FUCK-TOY RIGHT NOW! ❤❤” Treck roared out in response, drooling and groaning as his body’s functions were all diverted towards his cock. It swelled up hard one more time, spreading Sephiroth’s tight hole and making the legendary SOLDIER see stars. His eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the first heavy blast of Treck’s jizz spurt into him, and his own cock began to spurt out cum into the soft, warm honey-pot that was Tifa’s pussy. The sights and smells of everyone blowing their loads pushed Aerith to do the same, and soon all five of them were cumming their brains out, their orgasms resonating with one another and making the impact even stronger!
SPPPPLLLLLLRRRRRRRT!! SPPLLLOOOOORRRRRTTT!!! Cum poured into Sephiroth’s ass and throat, and he worked to keep it all in as best he could despite the impressive amount both cock’s were shooting out. His ass reached its limit first as Treck’s burlier load flooded the tight hole fast. He dragged his cock out and slapped it against Sephiroth’s waist, jerking off like he had lost his mind as his cum flew all over the place in thick, gooey arcs. It landed on Sephiroth, on Tifa, on Aerith, on Cloud. No one was safe from Treck’s load as he blasted it all over without even a hint of restraint!
Cloud was shuddering from his orgasm, but he went over the edge when he felt Treck’s hot cum splatter onto him. He let out a gasp, his back arching as his balls swelled up fatter in response to Treck’s superior jizz. He wanted to make Sephiroth’s throat-pussy pregnant, and he kept spurting out inside of him as Sephiroth guzzled it down, mouthful by mouthful. It was like the two were having a battle of their own, neither of them willing to concede.
“OOOOGGHNNN FUCK! H-HE’S CUMMING SO DAMN MUCH! ❤💖💗” Tifa cried out, her nails dragging along Sephiroth’s body as she climaxed around his shaft, her meaty pussy clenching tight and writhing around like it was trying to suck the jizz out directly. Aerith moved in to smooch Tifa, and the two girls hungrily made out while the busty bartender accepted the load, not willing to let even a drop of it escape her tight fuck-sleeve.
Cloud, Tifa, Aerith and Treck were left as exhausted, panting messes. Each of them felt like they had unleashed a ton of pent-up feelings right into Sephiroth, and now they were dealing with the comedown of it. But as they were catching their breath and waiting for the room to stop spinning, Sephiroth stood before them with a smirk on his face and a sway to his hips.
“Hmph. Is that all, Cloud?” Sephiroth asked in a cocky voice, “I assumed you at least would be able to keep up with me…perhaps I was wrong about you.”
Cloud growled, his eyes flashing as he reached up and grabbed hold of Sephiroth’s shoulders. “I-I’m not even close to being done with you! You’ve still got a hell of a lot of work to do before I’m finished with you! If you think that it’s that easy to get me to forgive you…💞”
The two collapsed onto the bed, rolling around in a mess of sweat and hormones as Tifa, Aerith and Treck looked on. Treck looked at Tifa and Aerith, and they just shrugged at him.
“Yeah, I think they’re gonna be a while still.” Tifa remarked with a sigh, “I don’t think we’ll be able to pry them apart until the morning at least…”
“Tch. Bet Cloud doesn’t charge HIM extra…” Treck grumbled, resting his head on his fist while Aerith giggled with amusement.💗
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