Jenova's Cruel Game

Darkness was all around, engulfing his form into its nothingness. His glowing blue eyes searched in vain for something, anything... to put form to what he was feeling. The hair on the back of his neck was on end, the whole of his body covered in what could only be called goose bumps; he wasn't alone in this inky blackness. His body tensed up and suddenly he turned, hands extended as though to strike at something behind him, but there was nothing. Again he turned and struck, but again there was nothing. Something was playing games with him, and he didn't very much enjoy it. It must be that man...

"Sephiroth, quit playing your games!"

He called out, yet received no answer... but the feeling remained. He was lacking his sword; the weight he felt on his back was all too obvious in its absence. He had it on his back before this all happened, but even so it was gone now, most likely taken to make him an easy target.

"Cloud..."

A voice called out to him, a voice that he never expected to hear again. His body felt numb, his heart pounded in his chest and his mouth ran dry as a pair of delicate hands came to rest on his shoulders, a familiar warmth pressing against his back. A giggle came from the one behind him, he could feel warm breath on his neck as a pair of lips came ever closer to him.

"Cloud... did you miss me...?"

The voice asked before those delicate lips pressed against his neck, kissing him gently. He moaned slightly as he felt a form press tightly against his back, a pair of finely crafted breasts resting between his shoulder blades. Her small hands began to moved, over his shoulders and then down his arms, fingers dragging along his bare skin in an agonizingly slow manner.

"A-Aeris..."

Cloud mumbled softly, it was a name he never thought he could ever say again, not after what had happened. Why was she here; more importantly than that, how was she here? Was this a trick, an illusion created by Sephiroth to have him lower his guard? It felt so real, though... it felt as though she were actually there, pressed against his body...

"Aeris, I thought you were..."

Aeris giggled once more as her delicate hands moved to his torso, then down to his waist. He trembled and gasped as they moved even further, but stopped just shy of his crotch. Even so, he was responding to her closeness, to the memories he held of her... and her body. The way she could use her hands...

"Oh Cloud, did you think something like that could keep me from you...? Nothing could stop me from coming back to you... nothing."

She whispered into his ear. Her hands slipped down even more, coming to his crotch... and she cupped it softly, feeling the hardness growing through his pants. It was so warm and he was getting so stiff; she traced the outline of his manhood with her small fingers before caressing it.

"Ah...! Oh, Aeris... I missed you... missed this..."

He mumbled between gasps, her fingers working his shaft with expert precision; she had barely even started and he was already about to go off. That all too familiar giggle began again as her fingers pulled away, it was as if she knew that he was so close. Then, she pulled away from him completely and made not a sound, it was as though the darkness swallowed her whole.

"Aeris...? Aeris... please, don't leave me again..."

His voice was barely a whisper as he turned himself around, his arms stretched out, searching in vain for her. His heart felt heavy as his stomach sank; she was gone... again. But was she ever there, or was this just another mind trick?It was something horrible, something that no man in his right mind would ever consider doing. The burning pain he felt from her death was born anew in his chest as his heart ached.

"Does it hurt, Cloud?"

A voice called, a voice that he hated with all of his being. He turned quickly and came face to face with that man; every line, every feature was just as he remembered it. Those eyes, those bright, emerald green eyes bore into Cloud's soul as he smirked at the man whom he'd hurt so very much. He didn't even bother to question why he could see anything while in this inky darkness; he was focused on just one thing.

This demon in the guise of a man.

"You... you monster! How dare you play with me like that!"

Cloud roared and drew back an arm, then let a punch fly; but Sephiroth merely swatted it away, as though he were no stronger than an insect. Cloud tried so hard, time after time to land a blow, to do something to the bastard, but he was fully incapable of it; everything he threw at the silver haired demon was knocked away with such ease.

"Such strong emotion, Cloud... did the Cetra mean that much to you? A pity, I suppose... but she simply had to die. You know as well as I that she was a hindrance to my plans."

He was so matter-of-fact, so nonchalant about his slaying of somebody Cloud held so dearly in his heart that it made him see red. He screamed in rage and threw himself at Sephiroth, and regardless of how many times he was thrown back he simply rose again and renewed his attacks. But even with a blind rage fueling his assaults upon the man whom he felt such deep hatred his body began to weaken; he moved with less speed, it took him longer to get up again, his attacks began to lack the vigor they once had.

Soon, Cloud could barely stand, his body was covered in sweat. Sephiroth, on the other hand showed no signs of being tired, he showed no signs of being under any strain; he was still at his peak while Cloud was on the verge of collapse. That smirk was still on his lips, it mocked Cloud, it mocked his weakness and his frustration, but most of all it mocked his inability to remove it. He made one, final attempt... but it ended with his being send sprawling to the ground, his body too worn to get up.

"Now Cloud, you see..."

Sephiroth spoke as he drew closer, the sound of his boots echoing in his mind. His long, silver hair didn't seem to move as he walked, nor did his cape; indeed, it seemed like everything that should move wasn't, not even his legs. He was coming near and yet he wasn't walking, but he was making sounds as if he were. Cloud was confused by this, perhaps his exhaustion was playing with his mind, perhaps the fear of dying without settling the score with this demon was driving him to see things in surreal ways. He laid his head back and stared upwards, into the darkness of this place, he didn't want to see Sephiroth come near; he didn't want the last thing he saw before his death to be that smirk.

But then, something weird happened; Sephiroth stood over Cloud, his feet on either side of his hips... and then he same down on him, pinning him down with the full might of his body weight. Before he could even look up, Cloud came face to face with the demon again, but this time Sephiroth was on top of him, his hands already pinning Cloud's arms to the ground. They were so close, their faces less than a foot from one another, eyes staring into the other. He tried to fight off this beast, but Sephiroth held firm, he kept Cloud down.

"You see, it's meaningless to resist me. Everything about you I can have... your body, your mind... you soul."

Sephiroth's voice seemed so soft, so gentle. It scared Cloud, he wasn't sure why this man had him pinned down, why he was saying such things; why wasn't he dead by now? He fought the hold of this demon with all that he could muster, but still it wasn't enough, Sephiroth's hold was too strong, too firm... his control over Cloud's body was absolute. And then, Sephiroth did something that Cloud would never have expected, something that he never imagined would happen; the demon with the silver hair leaned close to the man below him, threatening to kiss him.

"G-get away...!"

Cloud muttered as he realized what was coming, but Sephiroth didn't obey. Cloud's chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought with all that he had left to get this man away from him, but it only wore him out further. Sephiroth even waited him out, and when he could fight no more, that's when he made his move; he kissed Cloud on the lips, with force and passion. Cloud's eyes rolled back into his head as he screamed in muffled horror, he didn't want this... he didn't want this at all. He clenched his eyes shut as his hands balled into tight fists, he felt as though he were going to ill, but then, just as suddenly as it began it all ended; Sephiroth had pulled his lips away from Cloud.

"So, cloud... the one whom you feel such powerful hatred is not a desirable choice... then, what would you prefer? Perhaps... the woman you love?"

That voice... what was that voice? It wasn't Sephiroth, it was a voice he'd never before heard. His eyes snapped open, and before him he saw Aeris smiling back down, face hovering over his own. Her small hands released their grip on his own and she sat up on him, looking down, her brilliant green eyes never leaving his own. She was so beautiful, her long bright of brown hair and pink dress was such a welcome sight when compared to Sephiroth.

He reached up and stroked her cheek softly, and she smiled more. She placed a hand on his own, then held it there, feeling the warmth and roughness of it while allowing him to feel how soft her own skin was. He felt so much more at ease with her there, it was like a nightmare had turned into a fantastic dream.

"Yes... the woman you love so much, this is a good choice for you. But, perhaps you wish for another...? Perhaps the woman whom you have desired physically for so very long now..."

Before his eyes she changed, her body... it began to taker on a new shape, a new form. He could feel her weight shifting, changing to match the body change. His eyes watched in shock and awe as the visage of his beloved changed to that of the woman for whom he had carried a torch for most of his life. She looked down at him with chocolate brown eyes and a warm smile, her long black hair threatening to cover her right eye. She held such warmth and compassion in her eyes for him, and yet he didn't even notice; his eyes were fixated upon her ample chest, barely constrained within a tight white tank top.

"This one seems to get the biggest reaction out of you while not doing anything to you. I must wonder what would happen if I gave you something more..."

She spoke and released his hand, allowing it to fall to the wayside. Her hands quickly took hold of her suspenders, whose entire purpose in life was to keep her leather miniskirt in place and pulled them from her shoulders, allowing them to fall to her sides. His eyes went wide when her fingers slipped under the bottom of her tank top, then they almost popped out of his skull when she pulled it up, over her large, heavy breasts. He watched them as they swayed, moving at the will of gravity, all the while she could feel him growing incredibly hard and stiff, his clothing encased phallue pressing against the thin material of her panties.

"Mm, yes... you like this form, don't you Cloud? More so than the Cetra girl... such raw sexual desires..."

She mumbled softly as she looked down at him, his eyes still focused on her breasts. Much to his surprise and joy, though, she began to lean forward, her breasts coming ever closer to him... and then they pressed against his chest as she came face to face with him. Her small hands took hold of his shoulders His hands moved into actual and wrapped around her bare back, feeling the warmth of her body.

"Ah, Tifa... I've wanted this... for so very long now..."

He spoke, causing her to smile wide; she seemed pleased to hear his desire for her. Suddenly Tifa lurched forward, pushing herself along his body, her immense mammaries dragging along Cloud's chest, nipples growing stiff and hard at the roughness of his clothing. Before long his face was buried between her breasts and he took full advantage, making her gasp and writhe as his lips and tongue explored the great valley between them. He took hold of her hard nipples and pinched them gently, tugging on them from time to time, making her moan loudly, body writhing against him with more force.

"Mmm, oh... yes, you want to use this body for your own needs, don't you Cloud?"

She asked an all too obvious question, her voice tinged with lust and desire. Cloud answered in his own special way; by grabbing hold of her breasts and squeezing them roughly, ensuring her nipples got the full brunt of his palms grinding against them. Her entire body quakes in pleasure


"This body is one you want so badly, but even still there are others that you could feel desire for... ones that can be far more fulfilling. Perhaps you wish for something..."

She trailed off as, once more, her form began to change, to shift, reshaping and forming itself. He pulled his arms from around her body, unsure as to what it would do to him, but he watched the change with great interest. It was as though it weren't overly strange to him that this being was Sephiroth, then Aeris and then Tifa. The weight of her body changed once more, as did her height, the pressure he felt on his chest became less as her hair changed to a far shorter cut.

"A bit younger and far more flexible. This body has such energy and vigor, it could go for hours on end... perhaps even beyond when you would pass out."

Her voice bore the unmistakable tone of Yuffie, the young ninja and constant pain in the ass. He'd never exactly thought of her sexually before, but now he wasn't so sure. The face of that young woman looked down at him, her short black hair hanging slightly as her face hovered over his own, her eyes alive with youth and vigor. She smiled at him in a goofy, tooth filled way, it was just something she always did.

She squirmed her body against his own, her smaller but still supple chest dragging against his own as her crotch, clad in loose fitting shorts that was perpetually barely buttoned ground against the raging hardness concealed in his pants. She made little noises here and there that sounded so innocent and pure, but were tainted with sexual desire; it was driving him crazy.