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“Hello Aerith.”
The last of the Cetra stopped at hearing her name called from around a sharp corner composed of discarded machinery and scrap. She sighed loudly; and here she thought that she would be left alone on her birthday.
She was returning to her house in the slums beneath the plate of Secter 5, empty basket on her arm. It had been a productive day up on the plate selling flowers, and now she just wanted to spend time with her mom.
“What do you want, Tseng?” She turned to face the direction of the all too familiar voice, hand on her hip.
The handsome, perfectly suited man emerged from behind the pile of metallic junk, his long silky hair pulled back into a ponytail as usual and his dark eyes fixated on the young Aerith. “I simply wanted to wish you a happy birthday.” He said, his gaze catching on her outfit. “New dress?”
“Yes, thank you for noticing.” She said with only a little venom in her voice. It had been a gift from her mother; a cute, sleeveless dress of white with blue bands running horizontal at regular intervals. It flowed in frills to the mid calf and showed off a little of her small cleavage.
“Well, you look very nice in it.” The Turk, Tseng approached. He was her jailor, her handler, her bodyguard, tasked specifically by Shinra to keep her safe and secure. Looking into her beautiful green eyes for a few moments, he admired the softness of her face framing those deep orbs. “You've grown so beautiful, Aerith…sixteen years old.” He wanted to reach out a hand to touch her, but kept himself in check for now. The restraint it took him tested his limits.
Aerith scowled. “What do you want?”
“As I said, I simply wanted to wish you a happy birthday.” He held out his arms to the side in a half shrug. “I have a gift for you.”
The scowl never left Aerith's usually kind face when the Turk disappeared around the corner again to retrieve the gift. He returned a moment later with a dress draped across his arms.
It was far nicer than any dress she had ever owned, and far too nice to wear in the slums, she could tell just by looking at the material from a distance.
“I hope I have your measurements correct.” He said, knowing full well that he did. He knew everything about her, he always had. Holding out his arms, he offered the dress to the young woman.
Aerith accepted it hesitantly, feeling the fine fabric. It likely cost more than she made all year selling flowers. “Well thanks, but I'm never gonna be able to wear this down here.”
She held the dress up in her arms and examined it. It was a sleeveless black number with a high neck and flared skirt that would likely end at the mid thigh level. The design was simple but timeless, and the build quality was excellent.
“Well that's fine.” Tseng allowed himself a rare smile. “I'm taking you to the plate for dinner. You're only sixteen once.”
Aerith backed away immediately, shaking her head. Just who does he think he is? Maybe if he’d asked nicely, not demanded. “No way!” She pouted angrily, “I can't go up to the plate, I wanna–”
The Turk silenced her with a single gloved finger held in the air. “I would really like you to come with me, Aerith.”
Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms across her chest, scrunching the dress up. She knew that he wasn't making a request for her. “You're going to force me to come with you on my birthday? Really?”
“I'd rather not.” Tseng said.
Aerith sighed and frowned. “Let me tell my mom at least.”
“Your mother is irrelevant.”
“You're so rude!”
“Come on.” He moved towards her and took her bare arm in his gloved hand.
“I can walk on my own thank you!” Aerith yanked her arm but he held her tight, smiling when she furrowed her brow in an adorable expression of anger.
“Let's go.” He began to pull her further away from the slums, where a Turks helicopter awaited.
–
“Where are we?” Aerith questioned cautiously, standing in front of Tseng in the elevator of the building that the helicopter had deposited them on the roof of. It was a tall, quite central block in sector 1. From the top she had seen an excellent view of the city lit up in the darkness, the lights of over a million people going about their evenings.
“This is where I live.” Tseng said, matter of factly as he stood behind her. She could smell his cologne. It was…heady.
The Ancient turned slowly, eyeing him warily. “Why are you bringing me here?”
Tseng shook his head and snorted quietly. “So you can change somewhere private.”
The elevator stopped only a handful of levels down the huge building and opened directly into a fancy and spacious apartment.
The Turk had some appreciation of the arts it seemed; all over were various paintings, busts, vases and other non-quantifiables that she supposed were cultural artifacts and the like.
A bed dominated the back of the room and Aerith couldn't help but let her eyes linger on it for a moment too long. She almost jumped out of her skin when a hand touched her shoulder.
“The bathroom is through there.” Tseng was almost at her ear as he pointed towards a door to the side.
“Gee, thanks.” She replied deadpan and stepped into the other room. Again it was spacious, made mostly of marble or some facsimile of it trimmed by gold, with a separate bath tub and shower.
There was a lock which she quickly twisted and she let out a long breath, leaning back against the door. This was entirely typical of Tseng. He was pushy and arrogant, but she wasn't so naïve not to notice he obviously had a soft spot for her. She couldn’t lie either, she had somewhat of a crush on him for as long as she remembered.
Surely though he knew she didn't want to be here, so what was this? An exercise in ego stroking? Perhaps almost a kind of virtue signalling so he could tell the other Turks what a good and kind agent he is, taking his charge for a fancy meal?
Shrugging and muttering quietly to herself she pulled away the thin straps of her white and blue dress, letting it fall down her slim body and pool on the floor. She looked at herself in the large mirror above the wash basin for a moment before picking up the black dress and examining it more.
Whilst the front of the dress came all the way up to the neck with no cut or window, there was a large window at back, meant to reveal large swathes of flesh.
Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes, Aerith unhooked the very basic and altogether unsexy red bra that she wore, revealing her small breasts decorated with little pink nipples and a smattering of freckles.
She stepped into the black dress and pulled it up her form now, shuddering at how the soft fabric felt against her, perfectly tailored to fit her like a second skin. As expected the skirt of the dress ended around the mid thigh level…shorter than anything she'd usually wear, but still not what would generally be classed as overly revealing.
Aerith wore only a little makeup already but fixed her hair as best she could. It wasn't as though she wanted to make herself look any nicer for Tseng after all, not when he was what he was and acting like this.
She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, spinning once and grinning. I do look pretty good though! She thought.
The Turk smiled when Aerith re-emerged from the bathroom in her new outfit. “You look beautiful.” He said as he sat crosslegged on the edge of his bed.
Despite herself, she did blush under the attention of his eyes.
“Come here.” He beckoned her across with two fingers.
Slowly and warily she approached. Why did he want her to go there? Her mind was racing.
“Sit, please.”
She sat, staring at him. “What are we doing Tseng?”
“Hmm?” Tseng was currently leaning over to the side of the bed, where he returned with a box. “Shoes.” He said, slipping from the edge of the bed and kneeling before her. His fingers touched her bare leg and Aerith quickly moved to pull away, but he held her in a strong grip. “I'm just going to help with your shoes.” Tseng pulled at the heel of her wedged sandal and slipped it from her foot, before doing the same with the other. “You have beautiful feet, Aerith.” He stroked the skin gently.
Aerith rolled her eyes, looking down at him with that seemingly ever present scowl. “You're not one of those guys are you?”
“One of what guys?” He glanced up to her, his hands still idly stroking her foot and ankle.
“Somebody that likes feet, obviously.”
“Aerith, I like any part of a beautiful woman.”
“Okay Tseng, let's stop being weird please. Stop calling me beautiful.” She wrestled her leg from his grip. “And stop touching me, God!” Aerith stood, storming barefoot across the apartment to the couch with the new shoes in hand.
She sat and quickly donned the black heels. Again, they were quite simple in design, but of high quality. “There.” She said, standing again. “Happy now?”
“You should be more receptive toward compliments.” Tseng said, looking her up and down.
“I would be, from anyone but you!” She pouted, huffing in frustration. “First you drag me up here, make me dress up for you, and now you expect me to be happy you're complimenting me?” She crossed to him in a series of angry steps and jammed a finger near his face. “Is it just you that's this stupid? Or all men?”
The Turk smirked, showing no sign of being bothered by her words. “You've always been adorable when you're angry.”
“Argh!” She growled, throwing her arms up in the air, before turning away and storming back to the elevator. “Get me out of here.”
–
Of course Tseng had a fancy car. The leather of the seats was supple and squeaked quietly when Aerith sat, and the door closed almost silently behind her.
When the engine came to life it could barely be felt or heard, nor could the sounds of the streets, or the roughness of the road.
Aerith rode in sumptuous comfort for the short handful of minutes that it took to drive to the restaurant.
The building appeared quite understated from the outside, but the busy line of people awaiting entry evidenced that whatever this business was, was worth waiting for.
They parked directly outside and Tseng held the door for Aerith. Following behind her, he couldn't help but gaze at the smooth skin of her back through the window of the dress, itself unbroken by the strap of a bra. He had to swallow loudly to wet his throat.
Soft music played as they entered the establishment, and it was clear to Aerith that it was Wutaian food served here, judging by the various bowls and plates she saw as they were led to their booth in the corner.
“Nice place hmm?” Tseng asked, sitting beside her.
“Yeah…” She glanced around, taking in the decor. It wasn't cheesy or tacky like a person may expect from a themed restaurant. Instead the decor was quite plain; white with potted plants at regular intervals. Most of the staff looked to be of Wutaian descent too, judging by their physical appearance.
A waitress appeared soon, carrying two cups and a small clay bottle, to which she uncorked and poured clear liquid from, before leaving the bottle behind and heading away.
“Well.” Tseng said, picking up his cup. “Happy birthday Aerith.”
The last of the ancients took hers in hand and sniffed it, quickly pulling her head away. “I'm too young to drink.”
“It's fine, enjoy yourself.” He still held his cup, waiting for her.
Lifting it, she took a small sip, feeling the warmth spread out through her chest as it went down smoothly. “Hmm, this is quite nice actually.” She said, taking another, larger sip.
Tseng drank his own in one long gulp. “It better be.” He laughed, “A single bottle is thousands of gil.”
They sat in silence for a minute, watching the many couples eating throughout the restaurant, before Tseng spoke up.
“So, the flower selling. Is it going well?”
“Do we have to talk?”
“We're here now Aerith, there's no need to make it unpleasant.”
She sighed. He was right, she supposed. “It's going well, yeah. I sold out today.”
“I did spot the empty basket earlier.” He poured them both more sake. “That's good to hear. Keeping yourself busy now that you've finished school.”
“Right.” Aerith sipped at the alcohol some more.
When the waitress returned a few moments later, Tseng reeled off a series of dishes, without giving a second thought to the Ancient, simply ordering for her.
“What if I wanted chicken nuggets?” She asked sarcastically.
Tseng stared at her until she looked away. She wasn't usually this snarky. Then again, she was more angry at him than usual.
“Here.” He said, pouring her more alcohol. “Have another.”
“I don't want to get drunk.” She said, but gulped it down anyway. Anything that would make this a less unpleasant experience.
After the third cup of sake she began to open up a little more, the alcohol having a pleasing effect on her.
She began to converse with him quite eagerly, speaking about her aspirations for continuing her work at the Leaf House orphanage.
Tseng nodded and smiled throughout, even more so as she drank more, blush creeping into her cheeks throughout the evening, until finally their succession of courses ended.
Soon enough they were back at Tseng’s building, standing in the elevator. “We can grab your clothes and then get a chopper back to the Slums.” He said as the doors closed behind.
Barely had the doors re-opened on his floor that he turned and leaned forward, touching his lips to hers.
He kissed her and she froze in panic, fear, submission…she wasn't sure which. Tseng must have taken that for consent and he pushed further, pressing her slim form to the wall and probing her closed lips with his tongue. Aerith didn't know what to do, simply standing still as he kissed her.
When he pulled away she was panting softly, lips parted, her face red. “W–What the hell was that?” She suddenly spluttered.
“Did we not have a wonderful night?”
“Why would you think that I would want to kiss you!?”
The Turk shrugged. “I think the least you could do is offer me a reward for tonight? That cost a lot of money.”
“You're insane! You kidnapped me!” Aerith huffed, pushing him back. “Take me home. Now!”
“I don't think so.” He advanced on her again, trapping her in the corner of the elevator and snatching her hands when she tried to fight him away again. “You're so feisty today Aerith.”
“Feisty!?” She almost screeched, her voice was so high and wobbly. “Get off me Tseng!”
He silenced her with another kiss, pressing his mouth to hers and swallowing her cries. Holding both of her wrists in one hand, he used the other to grip her slender neck, still encased in the black fabric of the dress, and applied gently mounting pressure.
“Come on.” He said, finally pulling away from her face but still holding her hands and neck. “Let's go to the bed.”
“Tseng I don't want to!” She may have been drunk, but that didn't mean she would suddenly sleep with him. She was too young for this, she wasn't ready, and she certainly didn't want her first time to be with him of all people, not now after this.
“You'll like it, Aerith, trust me.”
She tried to yank herself free once more, but he was far stronger than she was, a fully grown and trained for combat man, whereas she was…well, still just a teenaged girl. “No! Get off!” She screamed as she was dragged from the elevator and into the apartment proper.
Tseng stopped to kiss her again half way across the room, catching her lips with his. “A birthday like this should be memorable.” He yanked her hard once more and she almost tripped over her discarded sandals from earlier.
“No! No!” She cried out, her heart thundering in her chest as they approached their target. He's actually going to do this!
They finally reached the large bed dominating the rear of the room and stumbled against it, Tseng landing atop Aerith in the soft mattress.
Her eyes were wide with fear as she reached out for anything, grasping only pristine bedsheets, and Tseng moved forward to capture her mouth again.
This kiss he pressed his tongue between her parted lips for the first time and gained access to her mouth, feeling her tongue with his. His strong hands roamed her body now too, across the soft swell of her hip, up to her narrow waist and then to cup her small breasts and squeeze at the pleasant flesh through her dress.
“Please don't!” She whimpered, voice warbling as she pulled away from his unwanted kiss.
“I have to.” His mouth was on her face, licking across a soft cheek and nibbling at an ear lobe. “I have to do this.”
“No you don't.” She hissed, squirming when a hand went beneath the hem of her dress and caressed a line up her soft thigh.
Tseng continued to grope and kiss at her for a few minutes, enjoying the tactile sensation of her young flesh beneath his body, groaning quietly whenever she accidentally brushed against his pelvis in her squirming movements. “This is happening tonight, Aerith.” He said, pulling away from another deep kiss, a long strand of saliva connecting them. “I've waited too long, I've wanted you since I first saw you.”
Her hand snapped out as a flash of rage lit up her eyes, and she surprised them both when the palm whipped across his face with a loud slap. “I was a child!” Aerith struggled with renewed vigor, doing her utmost now to escape this terror. “Let me go!”
Tseng laughed from above her, holding her tight beneath his weight and pinning her flailing limbs before she could hurt either of them. “That's why I waited,” he said in response to the child comment, “You're a woman now.” As if to emphasise this he tore open the front of her dress with ease, revealing her small but developed chest to his hungry gaze. They were a perfect pair, round and soft with small nipples, already hard.
Aerith's muscles strained beneath the effort as she tried over to free herself from his grasp, and she could only watch as his head descended to her chest and she felt a wetness engulfing one of her tiny, pink peaks.
It was all a feast for Tseng’s senses as he sucked and nipped at her with his mouth; so close now he could smell her natural scent, he could feel the rapid tattoo of her heartbeat, and the sounds of her struggle were music to his ears.
One of the Turk’s hands pulled up the hem of her dress now, so that it bunched around her waist, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs in all of their glory; soft and without a single blemish. He pulled away from her breasts when his hand touched her underwear, red and plain, matching the bra discarded in his bathroom hours ago.
Their eyes connected in a strange moment; neither fought the other, and in this brief connection Aerith finally understood that she could not stop what was to come. Tears began to well in her beautiful green eyes as the full realisation dawned on her.
This was it. This was to be her first foray into sex; raped on her birthday by one of Shinra’s Turks.
Tseng's hands tore away the panties with a loud rip and he tossed them away, discarded and forgotten somewhere, and in doing so revealing her to him entirely. A thatch of soft, brown down decorated the area around the target of his desire, and he reached a pair of fingers forward to touch her.
“Please don't.” She began to sob now instead of fighting, her body heaving as she started to cry beneath his weight, feeling fingers probing against her. “Please Tseng!”
“Shhh, you'll be okay Aerith.” Tseng was unfastening his belt and pulling his pants down to his knees, letting his cock, already hard with need spring free.
The Ancient sobbed even harder when she saw it; long and thick, ready to penetrate her, to take her innocence. Tears ran freely down her reddened cheeks. “Don't do this!”
Ignoring her, Tseng positioned himself, pulling her thighs apart with little effort and kneeling between them. Holding her by the waist with one hand, and his cock with the other, he touched it to her entrance, feeling how her pubic hair tickled him. “This is it.” He said, as much to prepare himself as he was saying to alert her.
With one hand he held himself steady, and with the other he gripped her neck, squeezing gently as he stared into her beautiful face. Ever so slowly he pushed his hips forward, and he felt her pink lips spread before the head of his cock.
The girl beneath him squirmed and writhed for a moment, before sagging in defeat with a sad whimper as he pressed slowly and painfully into her virgin tunnel. She began to cry loudly, covering her face with her hands as she was raped, not wanting him to see her, not wanting to see him.
He refused to give her even that though, and pulled her arms away, looking into her tear filled eyes as he continued. It was beyond words for him, this moment he had fixated on for years, now here and playing out before him. She was beneath him, crying more beautifully than he had ever imagined as she spread for his considerable girth.
Further still he pushed, revelling in the beautiful sounds of pain and sorrow coming from her, the feeling of her lithe body below him, of Aerith's dreamlike pussy slowly, unwillingly yielding before him, as he had fantasized of for so long.
“I've been waiting for this, Aerith.” He huffed, as his slow journey continued. Her pussy was so hot and stranglingly tight that it was a genuine struggle not to just slam into her, to ruin her right now, but he reined himself in and took it slowly. He savoured the feeling of every bump and ridge of her vagina, itself doing all it could to pleasure his cock, even though Aerith was anything but compliant. He felt her shudder and whimper beneath him as he finally bottomed out within the girl's heavenly depths, his pelvis pressed up against her. “Fuck…” he groaned, his eyes lidded and glassy with lust. “Oh God, Aerith…you have no idea how good you feel.”
“You're an animal!” The last of the Cetra continued to sob, blinking up at Tseng's handsome face through water filled eyes. “How could you do this to me?”
The Turk withdrew his length slowly, before pushing in again, smiling as her small tits bounced. “Quite easily.” He replied, moving his hands to hold one leg open whilst the other molested her chest. His hand squeezed and fingers pinched at her nipples as he began to move his hips in rhythm, each push drawing a sad whimper from the girl.
Aerith lay still beneath her abuser whilst he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her, each time becoming easier and less painful as she slowly adapted to the unpleasant feeling. Tears still dripped from her eyes as she sniveled and whimpered, but she glared up angrily at the man above her. She felt foolish beyond belief, for ever thinking that the Turk was ‘okay for one of Shinra's goons’, or that they might even be friends, or that she had stupidly felt attraction to him. This was all that he had wanted the entire time, to fuck her, regardless of what she wanted. When his face loomed closer to kiss her she did nothing, feeling his tongue in her mouth, touching and rubbing against her own.
Tseng fucked Aerith in long, deep thrusts, hilting himself within her every time. He desired that this first time with her to last forever. It was so beautiful, but in the excitement of it all he could feel his climax rapidly building, the girl's pussy doing an excellent job of pleasuring him. He pulled away from her face and gazed down into those eyes, so full of anger but still soft and beautiful. She could never hate him, he knew. She was entirely incapable of it.
The Turk moved his hands once more, one to hold at her narrow waist whilst the other returned to her vulnerable neck, holding and squeezing gently. “God!” He hissed from above, hips still working at her. “Fuck you feel so good!” Leaning forward again he touched his forehead to hers. “You're gonna make me cum Aerith.”
She said nothing in response, nor showed any further emotion on her face, determined now to just endure this…event…it would be over soon.
Tseng's hands moved again to hold her legs far apart as the pleasure within him reached the tipping point, and he pressed himself deep within her, cursing again when his orgasm hit.
With his balls nestled against her he came in a mindblowingly powerful series of over a dozen throbs, groaning softly with each pulsation as he ejaculated into the young Cetra, rope after rope of his virile cum seeding the fertile field of the girl's womb.
His fingers gripped into her flesh tightly as Tseng climaxed harder than he ever had before, the tightening and relaxing of muscles travelling down to his toes and as far north as his neck, leaving him struggling for breath as his chest also constricted around his lungs. It was beautifully blissful, sinfully so, what she had done to him; how good she had made him feel, and in this moment he knew that he had become addicted to her. To her beauty, to her scent, her voice, the blush spreading across her body, the feeling of her beneath him, and to the pleasure her young cunt promised.
The Turk collapsed atop Aerith as his orgasm began to taper out, a few final pulsations dribbling more of his very essence into her. “Ffffuuuuck…”. Again he could feel her heartbeat through her chest, alongside the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. The girl was still crying, but Tseng didn't care, pressing his face into her bony shoulder and closing his eyes for a moment.
Neither said anything for minutes, and Aerith began to wonder if he had fallen asleep. She sniveled loudly before rolling the shoulder he was resting on. “Are you done?” Her voice hit a perfect balance between sadness and anger.
Tseng lifted his head and looked down at her face again. He cupped her cheek with his fingers, smiling when she flinched away. “God…you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.”
“I've got an idea.” The scowl was back. “Now get off me you bastard!”
“Don't be so rude Aerith, it's unbecoming.”
“Don't be rude!? You just raped me!” The effects of the alcohol had entirely worn off by now. “I can't even believe you did that to me!”
“That's such an unpleasant word. I know you wanted it too.” He chuckled in his mind, he knew just how to push her buttons.
She tried to hit him but he caught her hands easily, as if she were a child. “And besides, you're not going anywhere tonight.”
She screamed when he pressed his throbbing cock into her again.
Tseng spent the rest of the evening and well into the morning having his way with the last of the Cetra; taking her next like a bitch in heat on the bed, and then up against the wall, and then bent over the bathroom wash basin so that she could witness it all happening in the large mirror.
She watched through her red eyes, long dry of tears, how his nude form; slim but lined with muscle pumped into her from behind, one hand wound up and holding her hair tightly. Then she saw how her mouth hung open, and how a long, broken sound poured from her throat, as she was forced to her own body shaking orgasm… the very first in her life.
“That's it Aerith!” He teased, still flicking her clit as he continued reaching around. “Cum for me, let me hear you!”
She did cum, and he certainly heard her shattered moans. Whether she wanted to or not, after the first had happened, it was as though a door had been unlocked and thrown open, and more climaxes followed rapidly before he came into her snug pussy once again.
He was lying back on his bed with her kneeling between his legs, her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock as she gave her first blowjob when his cell phone began to buzz from where he had tossed it previous.
“Tseng? It's Elmyra.” The woman's voice on the other end said, full of worry and concern.
The Turk grinned. This was expected. He looked down to the woman's daughter as her head bobbed at his pelvis, her sweet mouth filled with his length. “How can I help?” He asked.
“It's Aerith, she hasn't come home. I didn't know who else to call…”
“Hasn't come home huh?”
“I'm worried sick, she's never done this before.”
“I'll get my people on it. She'll be fine, Elmyra.”
There was a long pause. “Thank you. Please let me know if you find anything out.”
Tseng hung up without another word and tossed the phone. “That was your mother.” He said to Aerith.
No reply, only wet sucks and slurps.
“I wonder what she'd say if she knew her precious little girl had her mouth full of cock right now.” He chuckled when she still didn't reply, only dutifully taking him in and out of her warm mouth. The girl had disassociated somewhere after he had fucked her in the bathroom but before the balcony, and now she simply did as he wished with no word or complaint. It wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but a willing cockslave for the night wasn't disappointing either.
For a first timer the young woman sucked well, and soon enough Tseng ejaculated into her mouth with a groan, his overly sensitive organ almost in pain from the hours of pleasure.
“That's enough.” He pulled her head away from his cock. “Swallow.” He ordered, to which she obeyed, gulping down the last of his seed.
Aerith said, nor did anything, simply kneeling between his spread legs. She was utterly ruined for the time being; hair all over the place and stuck to her face, eyes vacant, and various marks covering her neck and body whilst cum still slowly oozed from her abused cunt.
“Come here.” Tseng lay next to the girl as he pulled the covers across them, keeping the pair warm against the late winter chill. “Sleep, birthday girl.”
–
The Turk awoke the next morning to an empty bed and an aching body. He reached around for a moment in his tired state.
“Aerith?”
His ears pricked up to a sound that had taken a moment to filter through, perhaps it was what had woken him. It was crying, or even wailing he could call it, coming from his bathroom.
He stood, naked, and padded barefoot to the locked door.
“Fuck off!” A warbling voice called from the other side, before there was a loud, unpleasant retching sound.
Tseng easily fiddled the lock open and stepped into the room.
There, the damage he had caused last night was truly visible as sunlight filtered through the high window.
Aerith was naked on her knees, head in the toilet as she vomited. Yellow and blue bruises lined her body at consistent intervals, particularly across the soft skin of her ass. Large hickeys had been sucked onto her flesh at choice spots; her neck, chest, flat tummy, hips, and thighs, and teeth marks still remained on her shoulders and small breasts. Even her lips and mouth were bruised and swollen where he had forced his own against her, again and again.
He had hurt and marked her so much; the girl he had lusted after for so long, and it only made him fall deeper for her.
“Look what you've done to me!” She balled as she pulled her head from the toilet, saliva dripping from her chin, eyes red and puffy once more with tears. “How could you!?”
Tseng stepped further into the room.
“Just go away!”
He moved closer still. Seeing her beauty at this short distance he could feel himself beginning to stiffen again.
“No!” Her eyes widened as she witnessed what he felt rising at his pelvis. “No!” She sobbed, pulling herself away.
It was to no avail. He easily caught her weak and tired arm as she tried to push him back, and hauled her effortlessly to her feet. The fear and sorrow on her face was palpable as he dragged her kicking and screaming into the shower.
Tseng flicked the water onto a high heat and let it fall across them both, soothing aching muscles. He turned her around and wrapped one arm around her neck, whilst he guided himself into her sore pussy from behind, easily penetrating her soft channel with an upward thrust.
As it had been last night, she felt divine. Every tactile sensation within her a masterwork to be studied and loved, to be fucked, to be used.
“Stoooopppp!” She whined, the word broken multiple times by each thrust forcing air from her lungs. “Please–ah!--stop!”
“I love you.” He whispered as he bit her earlobe. “I love you so much.”
“I hate you!”
“No you don't.” His fingers were at her clit again, strumming a rapid pace across her, forcing her to squirm in his tight grip. “You could never hate me, Aerith.”
He hurt her with his arm around her neck and teeth at her ear, but would soon draw a tortured orgasm from her with his dual assault on her pussy. Each of his carefully angled thrusts grazed across her most sensitive spot inside, and when combined with the digits moving at her little bud she was soon panting and whimpering, still crying between twitches of pleasure.
“You're gonna cum.” He bit the side of her neck now, hard, until she cried out in further pain. One of his hands was roughly squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples whilst the other remained working at her clit. “I can feel it in you.” Tseng's voice was low and thick with passion. “It's building and building, the pain becoming pleasure.” As if to emphasise the point he twisted a little pink nipple until her body quivered and she moaned. “That's right Aerith. Give yourself to me. You're so close."
She came with a broken cry of his name, her body writhing spasmodically within his hold, legs threatening to give out as the pleasure washed through her exhausted body in powerful waves of muscular contractions. Her mind fell blank for the long half minute that the orgasm took hold of her and she could only moan and whimper pitifully as Tseng continued to take her hard and fast.
Upon Aerith's return to reality something had changed in her…a switch flipped. Her psyche remolded as pleasure surged through her nubile form, the pleasure of pain. Her hands, which had either been flailing uselessly or used to brace herself, now reached back, touching Tseng at the waist, holding him. “Please.” She whispered.
“Please what?”
“Hurt me.” A loud moan spilled from her lips when he grabbed her neck, hard. “Please.”
His hands were all over her, pinching and slapping and squeezing wherever he could. He sucked and bit at her neck and shoulder again and soon enough she reached another climax, this one even more powerful than the first, leaving her a boneless mess that would fall to the floor if he didn't support her. Instead, he pushed her firmly into the wall, his hips slamming against her bruised ass whilst his hand rained down more slaps across the soft flesh. “Fuck, Aerith. You're such a good girl.” He was approaching his own limit quite rapidly; she had given herself over to pleasure, and that had stoked quite the fire in him. “I should have done this years ago.”
Aerith said nothing, but reached back to hold him once more as she panted for breath.
“Fuck, imagine that.” Tseng was rolling his hips against her now, enjoying the different sensation against his sensitive head. “You were so beautiful then. You would have felt amazing!”
“Ah~~do I not feel good now?” Pleasure was coiling within her again as she gave herself over to her rapist. Her brain and body were flooded with a confusing cocktail of chemicals that left her uttering words she would have been disgusted to hear herself say only a few minutes ago.
“Like heaven.” Tseng bit her again. “God, so good.” He almost sounded as though he was in pain himself; the pleasure was so supreme. “Tell me you're mine.”
The delectable feeling of his cock inside of her abused channel was pushing her into deeper depths of confusion, pleasure, depravity, her voice coming out in sweet moans as she surrendered even more of herself to him. “I'm yours!” Inside, her old self screamed for her to escape.
“You belong to me.” His free hand was at her neck once more now, squeezing hard. “You always have, you just didn't know it.”
Aerith came again and this time the Turk joined her.
He grunted and groaned as he pressed up hard against her, his breath almost a whimper as he spilled inside of her, the bursts of delight burning through his body and almost blinding him.
The hot water continued to cascade down the pair as they stood, both catching their breaths. Tseng was still inside of her but slowly softening, and a torrent of his seed dropped from her when finally he slipped free. He held her closely for a long few minutes, before finally pulling himself away from her battered form.
“Can you let me shower alone please?” Aerith finally said, without turning around.
“There's a spare toothbrush in the cupboard.”
Tseng dressed in one of his many immaculate identical suits, and sat waiting on the couch, smiling mildly when Aerith emerged some thirty minutes late, having donned the simple blue dress she had been wearing yesterday. There were bruises and hickeys and bite marks visible all over her, and that caused his smile to grow as he ate them in.
“I'm going.” She said, firmly.
“What are you going to tell Elmyra?” He asked, standing.
She shrugged. “I'll tell her…I don't know...I got jumped.”
The Turk smirked. “She called last night, you know? Worried about where you were.”
“What did you say?”
“Not much.” He shrugged. “That I'd get my people on it.”
“You could have at least said I wasn't dead in an alley somewhere.” The scowl had returned.
“Should I have told her you were sucking my cock at the time?”
“I'll take the train back.” She pressed the button for the elevator and stepped into it as it quickly arrived.
“Shave your pussy for next time!” His voice called as the doors closed between them.
Aerith breathed raggedly, slumping against the wall of the elevator as it rapidly descended. Tears welled in her eyes again. Her body was a patchwork of marks and colours and her mind a mess…Tseng had raped her, but in the end she had enjoyed it, both physically and mentally…the idea turned her stomach now, and combined what she had said to him, admitting that he owned her, she felt like she wanted to vomit again.
All the way home she received stares from strangers gazing at her exposed flesh. She saw people exchanging glances or whispering as they looked at her, but she couldn't bring himself to care.
Fortunately, her mother wasn't home when she arrived, and she quickly changed into an outfit that covered more of her skin before heading out to find Elmyra and assuage her fears.
–
It was a week later when she next saw Tseng. It was a relatively warm day for the season and Aerith was working in the garden.
Elmyra had left for the first time since her birthday. She had been so worried for her daughter that she remained cooped up with her for the entire week.
Aerith had told her that a group of girls had attacked her, and that she had stayed at a friend's house to avoid her mother seeing her that way…she doubted that Elmyra believed her fully, but if she didn't, she made no mention of her suspicions.
“How are you doing, Aerith?” The voice of the Turk snapped the Ancient out of her mindless flow state as she was knelt in a patch of flowers.
She whipped her head around to see him approaching and sighed. “What do you want, Tseng?”
He smiled as he approached, climbing the few stairs to the area she was currently tending. “What do you think?”
“No.” She said, “What you did to me is unforgivable, why would you ever think that I would do it again?”
“You're mine.” He began to casually strip out of his jacket and shirt. “You told me yourself.”
Aerith hadn't moved from her kneeling position as he came closer still, she was paralysed as he removed his clothes piece by piece, before standing fully naked in her flower garden.
“You look beautiful today.” Tseng eyed her hungrily. She wore a thin, knee length white dress, sleeveless and held across her shoulders by thin strings. She was also braless if the obvious nipples pressing against the front were anything to go by. Most of the marks across her young body had faded a good deal by now, but some of the deeper ones still bloomed beautifully on her otherwise pristine skin.
“My mom–”
“Elmyra isn't here, and won't be for a while.” Tseng said as he knelt beside her in the grass. He began to kiss her arm and shoulder before she could say anything else, and he felt her shudder against him.
“No, Tseng~”
“Shhh…” He pushed her down back against the grass and climbed on top of her. His fingers pulled the straps from her shoulders and yanked the dress downward, revealing her small and perky breasts, still bruised from his previous efforts. “Beautiful…”
“I don't want to…” Aerith whined as his mouth descended on her, taking her hard nipples between his lips.
“It's okay Aerith. You can deny it as much as you like if it will make you feel better. We both know that you are mine.” A hand was already trailing up her legs and he pulled her panties to the side to touch her. “Mmmm, you are a good girl.” Her pussy was already wet and entirely clear of hair, as instructed. “My good little girl.”
His voice, smooth as butter, yet predatory and threatening sent pleasurable tingles to her core. Almost automatically she spread her thighs further for him, giving him the space he needed to access her with his fingers. “Tseng~”
“Shhh.” He touched his mouth to hers and pressed his tongue between her parted lips, tasting her.
Soon they were both fully naked amidst the flowerbed, kneeling as they kissed. Tseng's hands roamed her young body, squeezing and pinching where he wished, whilst hers remained holding him beneath the arms.
The Turk felt Aerith whimper against him, and he opened his eyes to see a tear trailing down her face.
“What's wrong?”
“I'm so confused.” Another tear escaped her beautiful eye and she sniffed loudly.
“About what?”
“About this…” She glanced down to avoid his penetrating eyes, but only his stiff cock awaited her gaze there, and so she returned to his face. “After…last time…what you did to me.” Aerith struggled to swallow a sob. “I never wanted this, I–”
Tseng silenced her with another kiss. She froze for the shortest of moments before relenting and sinking into his hold, crying now as tears trailed down her cheeks.
“It's okay, my beautiful girl.” He pushed her back down into the grass and loomed above her, his silky hair falling across his shoulders. “It's only natural to have emotions.” He sucked and bit at her neck until a pained moan broke her crying. “You've submitted to me, you're mine. This is a big new chapter in your life now.”
Soft flesh parted for Tseng as he pressed the head of his cock between her smooth cleft and into the wet heat of her pussy.
The pair groaned in unison as he once more spread her with his cock. As last time, her insides felt divine around him and Tseng easily pushed all the way in. “Feel that.” He said, his face only inches from hers, “Your body is willing and ready, so eager to take me.”
Aerith was still crying softly between moans as the Turk began to thrust in and out of her. As it had been last time he devoured her like a ravenous animal with his hands and mouth, leaving fresh marks across her young flesh. She climaxed quite quickly, her body writhing and twitching spasmodically beneath the movement of his hips as her voice broke in a long, pleasured groan.
“That's it, you just keep letting yourself go.” Tseng withdrew from her, noting how his glistening wet cock was coated in her thick white cream too. He took the Ancient by the waist and rolled her onto her front, pressed down into the ground, before taking a firm hold of her ass with both hands and easily slipping back in from above.
She moaned and whimpered his name as he drove her close to climax again, feeling his teeth biting hard into her shoulder as he took her harder still, the loud sound of flesh on flesh emanating from the connection of his hips to her backside. “Oh God~!” She cried out, her legs kicking wildly behind her, “Oh~~Tseng!”
Aerith orgasmed with a sound much deeper and more mature than he ever expected the sweet sixteen year old to make. The sound came from deep within, throaty and primal, complimenting the wild bucking of her body perfectly, and it drove Tseng insane.
Pressing her face hard into the dirt, Tseng snapped his hips rapidly against her, desperate for his own climax now, to inseminate her once again. It only required a dozen or so thrusts before, with a long groan, he pushed his hips firmly against the soft flesh of her ass and began to ejaculate into the Cetra’s young body. He could feel her squirming beneath him as he seeded her in a dozen powerful throbs that left him breathless, and he allowed himself time to lay across her back, nibbling and sucking along the gentle curve of her spine.
“I love you.” Tseng told her again as he pressed his face into her hair and inhaled deeply; she smelled earthy, like a garden.
Aerith still moaned quietly beneath him whenever the Turk moved, his hard cock still inside of her. “Tseng~” She whined softly.
“What is it?”
“Let me see you.”
Tseng withdrew his length from her, smiling when he could see the white stuffed deep within her spread hole, before helping to roll her onto her back. The sight of her made him gasp aloud.
A deep blush covered her entire face, and dirt clung to her soft skin in various places, particularly where she had cried previously, sticking to her in dark clumps. She looked so disheveled, the usually well put together young woman, and it did nothing to calm his desires.
“Fuck…Aerith.”
Saying nothing, she reached down to take his hard cock in her hand. Her body desired more, needed more. “Please.” She whispered.
“Please what?” Tseng's mouth was at her neck again, whilst his hands roughly massaged at her small breasts.
“Put–have sex with me…again.”
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please.” She whined, her lips parted seductively, eyes big and wanting. “Please fuck me Tseng.”
The Turk pressed his cock between her folds once more and pushed into her beautiful pussy. “I've wanted to hear you say that for so long!” He hissed, pushing a kiss to her mouth, his hands still at her tits.
He thrust hard into her, her legs spread wide to allow him as deep as he could get.
Again his hands and mouth were all over her, marking her where he pleased, drawing pained whimpers of pleasure from her throat each time as she revelled in the feeling of being truly desired.
That is what left her so confused. The fact that Tseng had desired her so hard, for so long did arouse her, and in a sickening thought of hindsight, the fact that he had raped her to sate those desires also aroused her now, but she knew it wasn't right…she knew it was disgusting, inhuman.
Still though, she moaned for him, and came for him too, crying out sweetly as another orgasm swept through her young form.
Soon enough Tseng was at his peak again too, and added more of his seed to her fields with a series of quiet grunts.
They spent a long time lying in the grass and kissing afterwards, entangled within one another's limbs. Once more Aerith was dotted with hickeys, bruises and bites. Not as many as last time, but still enough to notice.
“You're so beautiful Aerith.” Tseng said, between sucking at her hard nipples, “You're so beautiful that I…I just have to hurt you.” His mouth was at the flat expanse of her tummy now, kissing around her bellybutton. “Do you understand?”
Somewhere above she nodded, already having submitted herself to him in body. She understood what he meant, but was still conflicted in mind. If she was smart she would grab a nearby rock and smash it across his skull, but when his head went between her thighs and she felt his mouth on her cunt, she realised she wasn't smart.
–
“Oh that's so good Adam!” Aerith smiled, clapping at the illustration being shown to her. It was a poor crayon drawing of herself holding hands with all of the orphans.
The Ancient had been volunteering at the Leaf House orphanage for years now. She was an orphan herself after all, so she thought it only proper to support others less fortunate than herself, others who weren't adopted.
She loved looking after the kids, and found that it brought a semblance of joy to her life.
“Aerith, do you have a moment?” Clover, a fellow volunteer, peeked into the small classroom. “There's a guy downstairs asking for you.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiled, “Thanks.”
Tseng was speaking to a young girl as she reached the bottom of the stairs, but he quickly looked up when he spotted the Cetra approaching.
“Aerith.” He nodded his head.
“Janie, go upstairs to Clover please.” Aerith stroked the girl's hair for a moment, fixing it behind her ears. “What are you doing here Tseng?” She asked when the girl disappeared.
The Turk smiled slyly. He looked the same as always; beautiful silky hair, a handsome face, and one of those perfectly fitting dark suits. “What do you think?”
“Not here, not now. I'm worki–” She yelped as he took her wrist and pulled her into an empty classroom, closing the door and locking it behind.
“It's fine.” He hissed, his mouth already on her neck as he pushed her against the wall. “We won't take long.”
In a rare occurrence Aerith wasn't wearing a dress today, having opted for blue jeans worn at the waist and a red crop top. She moaned softly when hands began to massage her small breasts through the thin fabric. “Tseng~~we shouldn't, not here–ah~~the kids.”
“You'd better be quiet then.” Pulling her across the room, Tseng lifted her with a hold on her ass, sitting her on a small desk. He began to kiss her deeply, his tongue inside of her mouth, and he smiled when he felt her legs wrap around him.
“Please.” Aerith whimpered after a few straight minutes of impassioned kissing, “Please, I can't take it anymore.”
He helped her out of her jeans and panties, before withdrawing his own cock from his suit pants. They were both ready, and he quickly pushed into her slippery pussy, tight and hot as hellfire.
It had only been a few days since the visit in the garden, but Aerith found herself desperate for more pleasure, and gladly welcomed her despoiler into her inner sanctuary with a low moan of his name, reaffirming her submission, his dominance.
Tseng fucked her deep and slow on the desk, ensuring that each thrust left him fully seated within her, feeling everything her pussy had to give him as his balls nestled against her ass. “I've needed this.” He groaned, his mouth at her chin and then neck. “Every moment I'm not with you…is torture.” His fingers pulled up her top until it was over her head and tossed to the side, followed by her bra. It was his turn to whimper now, so beautiful she was like this, filled with a deep flush, lips parted around moans of his name, and her cunt rolling across his length again and again.
“Ah~Tseng.” She whispered his name again as she wrapped herself around him, revelling in the pleasure of his cock filling her perfectly. “Hurt me.” Her voice quavered with arousal and excitement, “Make me yours.”
He did hurt her. Yanking her hair back, hard, he attacked her vulnerable neck with his mouth like an animal, biting and sucking at the skin until it was peppered with teeth marks. He went to her breasts next, pinching and biting her pink nipples until she cried out, trying to pull away from the overstimulation but only encouraging him to hold her firmer until she bled as his teeth pierced the soft flesh. Tseng relished in the metallic taste on his tongue, and he sucked at the wound until the bleeding stopped, before he returned to kissing her mouth, knowing full well that the force would leave her lips bruised too.
The young girl climaxed during this kiss, her cries of pleasure swallowed up by Tseng as he held her tight, her pussy spasming around him as she creamed all over his cock.
“You're such a good girl.” Tseng huffed as he pulled away from the kiss, attacking her shoulders now with his mouth. “Such a good easy pussy, you gave yourself up to me without a challenge.”
Aerith could barely think, let alone say anything in her defence as she quickly began to orgasm again, holding onto the Turk for dear life as her entire body shook with muscular contractions.
Tseng joined her this time, spilling deep into her once again, flooding her insides with a dozen spurts of cum.
When he withdrew he pulled her to the floor and ordered her to suck his cock, grinning as she dutifully but clumsily blew him.
She may have been relatively new to this, but she certainly had a natural talent, and as he watched that beautiful brown hair from above, as she bobbed her mouth on his cock, he quickly found himself ready to burst again. Perhaps, he thought, that it was simply due to who she was and his love for her, not any particular talent or skill.
This time he decided to mark her in a different way. He withdrew from between her lips at the last moment, and with a grunt, ejaculated across her pretty facial features and up into her hair.
The door suddenly rattled. “Huh…” A voice from the other side said quietly. “I swore this was unlocked…Where's that damn key.”
Aerith had that trademark adorable scowl on her face when Tseng looked back at her from the door. “What?”
“Did you really have to…on my face? And in my hair? For God's sake!” She huffed loudly, doing her best to collect the cum from her face with her fingers.
“Leave it. Show everyone what kind of girl you are. Barely sixteen and walking around with a pussy full of cum and it all over your face.”
“Don't be stupid, I'm…I'm not that kind of girl.” She pulled herself up and looked around for something to wipe herself down with.
“Right.” Tseng pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. “Well, I'll be seeing you again soon.” With that, he left without another word, leaving the door unlocked behind him.
Aerith had barely enough time to wipe her face and throw her clothes haphazardly back on when the voice from earlier returned with the keys. She was still fixing her top when they arrived.
“Oh, Aerith.” He said. It was one of the older men that worked here, a guy called Daniels. “How did you get in here?”
“It was unlocked.” She smiled and quickly fled the room.
–
“Aerith!” Elmyra’s voice echoes up the stairs and into her bedroom. “Aerith! Can you come downstairs please?”
“Just–just a minute!” The ancient called back. She moaned quietly, face down on her bed, her own fingers playing at her smooth pussy. She was still full of Tseng's sperm from their latest, and sixth overall rendezvous near the train station earlier this day. He had caught her upon returning from selling flowers and quickly took her behind a stack of pallets, barely out of sight. “Oh God~~” she whimpered, before writhing as a powerful, self-inflicted orgasm rocked her.
The Turk had strangled her hard during their rough coupling, and her delicate neck was blossoming beautifully with shades of blue, purple and yellow.
Aerith sighed, before picking herself up, wiping down, and dressing, ensuring that she wrapped a scarf around her neck.
“Aerith?” Her mother's voice called again.
“I'm coming!”
She reached the bottom of the stairs with a smile and a pep in her step. “Hey mom.”
Elmyra stood in the kitchen with her arms folded across her chest. “Why are you wearing that scarf?” She asked, getting immediately to the point.
Aerith froze for a moment, before half heartedly shrugging, “Because I want to?”
“Aerith, you have more marks on your neck…I'm not stupid.”
“What?”
“I know what they are…do you have a boyfriend?”
“No…” Aerith admitted, truthfully.
“We're not supposed to hide things from each other.”
Aerith knew for certain that her mother would not want to know about this, it would break her heart. “I don't have a boyfriend, mom.”
“Girlfriend?” Elmyra asked.
“What? No, mom!”
“Are you having sex with someone?”
“Mom that's–” She was blushing furiously, before lying, “No mom, and if I was it wouldn't be any of your business!”
“Aerith I just want–”
Ignoring her mother, Aerith stormed across the room and out of the house into the cool night air, quickly making her way towards the town.
“Be safe Aerith, please!” The worried voice of her mother called from the open doorway as the young Cetra disappeared into the night.
She found herself on a train up to the plate, her legs almost in an autopilot like state, and soon she was topside, waiting outside the station and slotting a gil into a payphone.
With a shaky hand she moved to dial the number she knew by heart. ‘If you're ever in trouble, call this number.’ If she called it, if she went there willingly…well, that would be her ultimate act of submission. She dialed regardless. “Tseng?”
“Well well, Aerith. How can I help you?” His voice was smug on the other side of the phone.
“I wanna get away from my mom for a few nights…” She took a deep breath, holding for a long, pregnant pause, “Can I stay at yours?”
Tseng chuckled quietly. She could hear his smirk. “Of course. Where are you?”
“Sector 1 station.”
“I'll come and pick you up.”
Soon enough she recognised his car as it pulled up in the quiet street, and she climbed inside without a word.
They drove in silence towards sector 1 for a few minutes, before Aerith had to speak up, if only to explain herself.
“It's your fault you know.”
“What's my fault?”
“My mom, she knows I keep coming home covered in marks, she knows I'm having sex with somebody.” Her hands fidgeted in her lap.
“You want all of that.” Was all he said in response.
“If you hadn't–on my birthday, if you…” Her voice trailed off quietly.
“If I hadn't what?”
“You know what.”
“I want you to say it.”
“If you hadn't raped me!”
Tseng chuckled, “If I hadn't raped you, what? You wouldn't have become a slave to my cock? A submissive and masochistic little slut?”
“Don't say it like that…I'm not a slut.” The ancient pouted.
“You're your own woman, Aerith. You didn't need to call me, but you chose to. That certainly makes you something.”
They were approaching the tall apartment tower he lived in now and it loomed large across them. Aerith gulped. She knew what was in store for her if she went in there with him.
Tseng decelerated and stopped quickly in the street, before they had a chance to enter the underground garage. “You can get out now.” He said, “Get out now and I'll never touch you again.”
Get out. Get out, get out! Aerith didn't move, save for turning her head to look at him, at his beautiful face. They both knew she wouldn't leave, they were each too addicted to the bodily pleasures that the other provided.
“That's what I thought.” The Turk smirked and drove into the garage.
Quickly they were back in that same apartment where he had taken her innocence by force, where he dominated and imposed his powerful will upon her.
This time was different though. There was no pulling and dragging, no forceful kissing or violence. Tseng simply entered and began to undress, laying out his clothes neatly across the sofa before positioning himself on the bed, where he had taken her virginity barely three weeks previous.
No words needed to be spoken between them, and Aerith quickly followed suit, quickly taking off her scarf, jacket, dress, and boots. It may have been less than half a day since they last fucked, and barely more than an hour since she masturbated, but she was hot and willing for the man who was her master.
She climbed onto the bed and found herself knelt between his legs, kissing his cock. In near silence she took him between her lips, the only sounds being slurps and sucking as she pleased him with her young mouth, feeling him rapidly hardening beneath her touch. She had taken it upon herself to research oral sex to better please him and was quickly putting those techniques to practise, even licking and sucking at his balls whilst her hand slowly worked his shaft.
“Ohhh, fuck…” Tseng muttered quietly as clear fluid gathered at the tip, before trickling down the length of his cock, “Aerith.”
She smiled up at him, her big green eyes full of lust and adoration as she took him into her pretty mouth again, using her tongue to add to the pleasure as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. She was desperate to make him feel good, desperate to taste his cum on her tongue. Aerith wouldn't be waiting too long, and after a few short minutes of worshipping between his legs she could feel he was about to climax.
Tseng groaned her name again and again, his fingers tightening in the bed sheets as the pleasure mounted, before her tongue tipped him over the edge and he was ejaculating into her mouth with a deep grunt. He felt her continue to work through the orgasm as his muscles tightened and relaxed, and he could sense her swallowing down each spurt of his cum that splashed across her tongue. It was heaven.
Aerith was in her own heaven, intoxicated on the heady taste of his sperm, gladly drinking it down and wishing for more when she felt the last few dribbles across her tongue. She pulled away from his cock and spent some minutes beneath, at his balls once more, almost in a trance like state as she brought him to hardness again. Her gaze trailed up to him, where she smiled happily, seeing the look of bliss on his face. “Where do you want me now?” She giggled, shaking her small breasts in his direction. The mark from where he had made her bleed was still around her right nipple, but would soon fade fully.
“Come here.” He commanded, and watched as she obeyed immediately. His hands twitched at his sides, and as soon as she was close enough they snapped to her neck and squeezed hard.
Moaning loudly as the hands tightened around her delicate neck, Aerith ground her hips against Tseng's abs, anything to achieve some friction and pleasure. She breathed hard when he released her, her face hot and red. In her mind she knew that he could hold on for as long as he liked, and that there was nothing she could do about it if he chose to. The thought left her leaking from her cunt.
“Ride me.” Tseng said when he felt her wetness against him, watching as she moved her hips up and held the tip of his cock to her pussy, before she sank down in one long movement, both of them well lubricated and allowing him to fill her instantly.
Aerith began to bounce eagerly, happy to have him inside of her again, claiming her most intimate space for his pleasure. She moaned when his hands began to touch and squeeze and pinch at her flesh over and over, until he reached her breasts where he cupped the soft mounds and rolled the little nipples between deft fingers and thumbs. A squeal escaped her lips when he pinched, and she leaned back, not to escape him but to allow his cock to slide a little across that extra sensitive spot inside of her.
“That's it Aerith,” Tseng groaned, watching how her lips parted in moans of pleasure, “Make yourself cum, you little slut.”
“No~~” She gasped, “You'll make me cum!” Her fingers slid down to where they joined, and she began to rub at her clit with one hand, the other palm down on the bed behind her. She whined loudly and changed position again after a few moments, leaning forward now and placing both hands flat on his chest. Loud, wet slaps echoed from each joining as her ass bounced up and down, and soon the ancient was groaning throatily with carnal pleasure.
Tseng had noted quite quickly the deep grunts and groans that Aerith made when she was under the full throes of pleasure. Some would be put off by how masculine the sounds were, coming from a young girl with her slight frame, but he found them the most beautiful sounds in the world. She sounded like that for him, and that sent waves of bliss throughout his whole being, making every hair stand on edge with pleasant tingles. From this position he could get his hands on her again, and he did. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him, flattening her chest against his and claiming her mouth in a passionate, dominant kiss. During this he felt the movement of her hips begin to falter, and so Tseng began to slam his hips up against her, driving his cock fully into her wonderful hole until she was screaming out in climax, her cunt fluttering deliciously around him as her body bucked and writhed in his tight grip.
“Oh God…” The young girl moaned as her orgasm gradually subsided, aftershocks still twitching through her muscles. For a moment there she had experienced nirvana, and everything had been right in the world. “Oh Tseng…” She whispered, with the same reverence.
Smiling and kissing her, Tseng remained seated within her, spending time enjoying the feeling of her cream leaking down his cock whilst he kissed and pinched and sucked at her flesh. Soon he withdrew and moved, pulling her onto her hands and knees as he mounted her slim form from behind. He gripped her hair and pulled her back hard as he took her like a bitch, drawing another pair of orgasms from her, smirking in triumph as she flopped like a fish out of water. Tseng's climax wasn't far behind hers, and he roared out in victory as once more his cum flooded her unprotected body.
Judging by the reports he had read recently conducted by that sick fuck Hojo, the girl was highly fertile, and had been since puberty began. That, combined with his own confirmed high sperm count, she likely had to be pregnant by now. He had been fucking her for three weeks, and none of the visits had been during her period, and so by simple deduction she must have been ovulating during one of those times. He would have loved it to be the first time, when he raped her, when he broke her.
“...ve you…” The ancient was murmuring as she felt the final twitches of cock within her.
“What?” Tseng pulled her up by the hair, pressing his sweaty chest to her back and kissing her neck and ear.
“I love you.” She whimpered, shuddering beneath his aggressive touch.
“I know.” He nibbled her lobe, and then sucked at her neck. “But it thrills me to hear you say it. I've loved you as long as I've known you.”
“What will we do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Us, ah~~” She moaned softly as his fingers strummed across her clit.
“There is no us. There is you, and me.”
Aerith pouted, turning her head to face him. “But I thought–”
“You thought wrong!” Tseng interrupted, turning her face back away. “I may love you, but it's only a physical love. I desire you, I need to fuck you, I want to look at your beauty, I have to damage you…but that’s all.” He held her tight with a grip on her chin, and as if to emphasise his point, began to thrust his cock into her again whilst squeezing his hand hard enough to hurt.
Aerith moaned, her body shuddering as pleasure rushed through her again. A duo of tears streaked silently down her face and touched his hand where he held her, drawing a pleased huff from the man at her back.
“You are mine though, now and forever.” He took her hard and fast, releasing her face and bending her over, raining fierce spanks down across her ass until it glowed and burned. “Coming here of your own will has cemented this.”
She nodded desperately to acknowledge his words as more tears escaped her eyes. Tears of what, she wasn't sure, but they fell in streams. She wanted to be owned, to remove her own agency from the equation. Her voice broke in gasps of sinful pleasure each time his hand fell across her reddened cheeks, and soon she climaxed again, collapsing into his bed. There was no rest to be found in the soft covers, nor did she seek it as Tseng followed her, fucking her young pussy with ease.
The Turk loomed across her back and touched his chin to the top of her skull, prompting her to tilt her head back so that they could kiss, long and sensual.
She cried and whimpered when he pulled away and his fingers hooked in her mouth, yanking her head back. His hips continued the hard pounding until they both reached their peak together, another load of sperm being deposited into her pulsating depths.
“Ahhhh fuck…” Tseng huffed and panted, withdrawing from her and climbing from the bed. He returned a few moments later and tossed her a bottle of water whilst opening one himself.
“Thanks…” Aerith whispered, basking in the afterglow of a good fucking. She would have never imagined a month ago that this would be her life now, and she certainly wouldn't have thought it on her birthday when he first took her…But now? She rolled onto her back and spread out across the bed like a cat, letting Tseng see her young, tight body, marked by him as usual. Unscrewing the bottle cap, Aerith quickly gulped the cool contents down, sighing as she finished it. “So…” She started, cocking her head and looking at the beautiful naked man. “Were you serious? About there being no ‘us’?”
Snorting, Tseng rolled his eyes. “When have you known me to be a joking man?”
“Well not a joke, but just…you know? In the moment?”
“I'm not your boyfriend, or partner, or whatever.” The Turk said, sitting near her and running his hands up and down her legs. “And you aren't my girlfriend.”
The Ancient didn't reply, she simply watched him and squirmed as his grip grew tighter.
“You are my slave. When I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you. Do you understand? Doesn't matter where, doesn't matter when.”
Aerith nodded. “I just want to be close to you…” She sounded so vulnerable, so young.
With a smirk, Tseng easily hauled her down the bed and closer to him, before he leaned across to kiss her.
They spent a long time with their mouths locked and tongues against one another's, their limbs slowly becoming entwined too until Tseng was throbbing again and once more his cock was inside of her willing and keen body.
For three nights Aerith remained at Tseng's apartment, truly a slave to his touch. They would have sex upwards of eight times a day, so insatiable was the Turk, and so eager to satisfy was the Ancient, that every moment they were together Tseng was inside of her, ensuring that she would be pregnant if she wasn't already.
When he was at work during the day he would leave her tied to the bed with some water within reach, and he would punish her harshly if she had any ‘accidents’ whilst he was away.
Naturally she enjoyed being tied up, she enjoyed being gagged and blindfolded, and she enjoyed being hit hard with a paddle and whip. All of these Tseng put her through over the three days, taking more and more of her agency, bringing her firmer under his control. He wanted her trained like Rufus's prized hound.
It was the fourth night, Tseng was sitting on the couch reading reports. Beneath him, kneeling on the floor blindfolded and collared with a chain held tightly by the Turk, Aerith worshipped him. She languidly lapped up and down the length of his cock, kissing and sucking at the tip, before moving down and spending minutes at his balls. She had been there for over an hour without a single word or sound of complaint, only dutifully following his orders.
Finishing the final report, Tseng tossed it to the side and looked down at the beautiful girl prostrate before him. He thought back to her over the years and smirked. He had always known he would have her, but he had never expected her to fall this hard, this quickly. “Okay.” He said, and she understood immediately.
She quickly took him into her throat, and in only half a minute then accumulated pleasure reached a tipping point and he was ejaculating into her mouth, spilling across her tongue in thick strings.
Next he continued the ritual of humiliation, ordering her to crawl around and perform tricks like a dog, ending with the order to masturbate on the floor.
“That's enough.” Tseng said after her second orgasm. He ripped the blindfold away and slapped her across the face.
“Thank you.” Aerith murmured happily.
“Get dressed and go home.”
“What, why?”
“Is it your place to ask questions?”
She pouted, and then frowned. “No…”
Answering anyway, he said, “I'm leaving Midgar for a while, I have a mission.”
Aerith frowned even deeper.
“I'll be back in a few months.” He let his fingers dance across the myriad markings he had left across her. “You'll be all healed up by then.”
“Where should I go?” Aerith asked. “My mom…I don't want to talk to her about this.”
“You need to go home.” He said, eyes narrowed. “I need to sleep anyway, I'll take you to the station.”
She sat on the last train down to the slums in deep thought, wondering what she would say to her mother. It was too much to talk about. If she said she had a boyfriend, then Elmyra would demand to meet him, and if she said he wasn't her boyfriend, then Aerith was worried she would think less of her for engaging in casual sex, especially at her young age.
It was immature, she knew, but she couldn't return home. Instead, she went to the abandoned church and set up a living space in the back room. She knew that she would be safe there, in her special place.