Some Twisted Science; Subject Tifa, Purpose: Project Aurochs (notes)

Project Aurochs, day 1: Subject has been brought into the lab. She appears to be a healthy specimen of human, despite coming from the slums; there are no deformities and no diseases have been identified from the blood tests. Genetic screenings are still under way; if they come up clean then the project will continue.

Project Aurochs, day 2: The genetic tests show that there are no genetic risks. The executives will be pleased to hear that the project will be going through. The specimen is in excellent condition, physically; she has good muscle definition and tone. This will be important later on if the subject is to be mobile if these tests are successful. The genetic results will be further analyzed to determine what needs to be done.

Project Aurochs, day 5: Genetic testing has been completed, an early hormone treatment draft has been developed. Subject has remained under sedation since she was brought in by the Turks, and will remain so until further notice.

Project Aurochs, day 10: The hormone treatment has been finalized for the subject; it is projected that she will easily take to the changes. An increase of two hundred percent is expected. Initial injections will begin tomorrow, after the subject has been removed from sedation; we do not wish for the drugs to have any negative effects on the treatment.

Project Aurochs, day 11: Subject is awake and alert. Currently she has not been permanently silenced, so as to allow for interviews about any perceived side effects. Twelve injection sites have been marked for use, six on each side. Injections will be on a four hour basis until further notice.

Project Aurochs, day 14: Injections have been reduced to four a day. Subject shows a noticeable increase in size, however production has not been seen yet. Subject reports no side effects, beyond an emotional response to the size increase. Such is not important.

Project Aurochs, day 20: Injections have been reduced to two a day. Subject shows a rapid increase in size, reaching a full one hundred percent boost, but production has not begun. The subject reports an odd side effect; an increased sexual drive. Hormone treatment will continue, but if production does not begin soon, the project may be scrapped.

Project Aurochs, day 28: Injections have been reduced to one every other day. Subject has reached one hundred forty percent increase in size; production has begun at last. The subject reports an ever further increase in libido and has begun showing outward signs of sexual frustration. I may have to provide her a means of release.

Project Aurochs, day 35: An important breakthrough; production has increased more than five hundred times what it previously was, size increase has reached one hundred eighty. The sudden increase, it seems, came after sexual contact has been permitted; production has been charted to jump with every sexual encounter the subject receives. Hormone release caused by sexual activity may be the key to the entire projects commercial viability.

Project Aurochs, day 40: Subject has seen an increase of one hundred ninty percent in size, milk production is now regular. Sexual activity continues, but production has capped at nearly a thousand percent from the initial production start. Currently all injections have ceased, sexual contact will be removed; the subject will be restrained to prevent violence.

Project Aurochs, day 44: Subject has been placed back into sexual activity; production dropped by nearly half in only a few days when she was removed from her partner. It is safe to say that those who will be part of this product line will need special services.

Project Aurochs, day 50: Subject has now reached a full two hundred percent increase in size, production has remained steady. Tests have been performed on the product; all come back negative for any contamination. Results indicate a near perfect reproduction of that produced by bovines. Pending approval by the executives, I can safely confirm that this project has been a complete success.

Project Aurochs, day 55: Final entry. Permission has been granted for full scale production, pending a harvest of viable subjects. A product should be commercially available within a few months time.

Some Twisted Science; Subject Aerith, Purpose: Breeding

Aerith groaned as she came around, her eyes foggy, and mind even more so. The last thing she recall was being taken by the Turks above the plate, seeing the ShinRa building. Things were dark after that; why was that? Why couldn't she recall what happened after that? And why did she feel so cold? She had no idea where she was or why she felt like this; she tried to rub her eyes but found she couldn't move her hand. Or her arm.

"Oh, you're awake."

A voice came; Aerith's mind instantly focused, her eyes cleared. The voice from her nightmares since she was a little girl; that man! She looked about in a frantic pace to find him; she was encased in some manner of chamber, the walls were made of a clear material. Her eyes searched and she found him; he was standing off to the side of the chamber, but there was something next to him. Some manner of... no...

"No... no!"

She cried out as she tried to move, but she couldn't. She looked down; her body was nude, her small breasts hung as she found herself bent over, knees resting on the ground. Her arms were locked in a single long tube like device; they were immobile, and which she couldn't see them, she knew her legs were the same. She felt fear rip through her body, and then some pain; her stomach... it hurt. Why was that?

"What did you do to me?!"

She screamed, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at the man; he gave her a sadistic smile that chilled her heart. He laughed then, a laugh that increased with volume that caused her body to form goosebumps; then he ceased instantly. His eyes, they focused on her as he pushed a button;

"Ancient Spawn Journal, day 15; subject is awake at last. Subject has noticed something has been modified in her body but is not aware as to its nature; that's just as well. The drugs used to keep the subject unconscious will be given a few more minutes to leave the system before the project will begin."

He pressed the button again and turned his back to the frightened woman. She began to weep; he had done something horrible to her, something that she didn't know... didn't want to know. Her body trembled, her stomach twisted; pain surged through her. She cried out and hung her head; she could barely see the outline of a cut, neatly switched up around her belly button.

Aerith's eyes grew cold and empty; that man had...

"Enough time has been given to the subject; the project will now begin. With any hope this will result in a new, unique sample; a cross between two nearly extinct species. This may very well be the only way to preserve the two. Now, I shall begin the video recording and release the specimen..."

Aerith closed her eyes tightly; he had done something to her womb. That bastard cut her open and played with her insides; how could he?! Was life worth nothing to him? She could hear the sounds of machine; she could feel the floor under her moving, but she didn't look. She didn't want to see what was coming, what was going to be forced on her. She just prayed that it would knock her out swiftly so she wouldn't have to feel the violation.

She heard a roar behind her; it was like a lion, but mixed with a wolf. She trembled and swallowed hard.

"Specimen has been modified for just this experiment; its libido increased ten fold to ensure a mating. If my predictions are correct, the subject will survive this encounter with somewhat minimal damage done."

Hojo, he stood there and watched as the large, red furred quadruped moved toward her, then began to sniff at her crotch. Aerith gasped at the feel of its warm breath on her most sensitive of parts, then cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure when it lapped its tongue against her. Hojo smirked; this was going to be something interesting.

That smirk only grew when the beast reared up onto its back legs and lurched forward, placing its large body upon her back, front legs wrapping around her shoulders. Aerith whimpered under the weight of the beast, her back sweating from its fur and body heat. She could feel something poking against her vaginal lips, it was something hard and thick. Her eyes clenched even tighter when the beast growled and plunged itself forward; she screamed in pain as it impaled her on its long, thick sexual organ. It felt even thicker than her arm!

The beast stretched her tunnel as far as it could possibly go, but it didn't stop feeding her its growth; the thing just kept going inside of her. She could feel it... the pain in her stomach, the heat from the monsters penis; it was inside of her womb.It just barely touched the very top of it before the beast bottomed out, slapping its balls against her thighs. She swallowed hard as its front legs tightened on her shoulders; and then she screamed in unimaginable horror and pain when the beast began to pull out of her.

It was as though her insides were being shredded by hundreds of tiny hooks! But that's what was happening; the beasts penis was barbed much like that of any good feline. It scrapped her flesh, trying to remove any sperm from a previous mating and trying to get her to produce an egg. But Aerith wasn't built like that; there was no egg release from her ovaries in response to the beasts pulling out.

There was only pain and blood.

Aeith's head hung low, her mouth open in a near, constant scream as the animal began to mate with her at an almost instantly fevered pace. Blood oozed from around the penis as it was pulled out, her throat grew sore and hoarse from her screaming; it was the worst thing she had ever been exposed to. Blood was the only lube the beast got as it violated her; there was no woman in her right mind who could get off on something this horrible and insane!

Hojo simply watched, a hand upon his chin; for him there was pleasure. Not in the concept of watching his subject's crotch being fucked to a bloody pulp, or the fact that there was sex going on at all. No, this was pure, hardcore science at action; science he himself took part in with their modifications. This was the culmination of his hard work and sick dreams, of the years he waited to get the little Ancient spawn back into his lab!

Aerith slipped into unconsciousness after only a few minutes, but the beast kept going. It was as though it were possessed by something that natural; if it were like a cat the mating wouldn't have gone on for so long. It was possessed alright, by Hojo's twisted designs. But then the beast roared, Aerith's small body jerked, Hojo grinned from ear to ear; the creature ceased at once, its balls deflating as a torrent flow into Aerith's uterus, then out of vagina from around the penis of the monster cat. It was pink, mixed with blood; the blood of her mutilated vagina.

It pulled out of her, a surge of fluid oozed from her like a small tidal wave. The beast retreated, leaving its mate be; Hojo laughed as he pressed a button to stop the camera and record his final update of the day;

"Mating has finished. I will now see to the subject's medical needs and begin testing to see if the breeding will take hold. With luck, this will be the first in a long line of hybrids..."

Some Twisted Science: Hojo's Sick Mind

Hojo was a special breed of madman; he had a knack for science, and he knew how to use it for his own ends. He was a disturbed little boy, making all manner of simple clockwork machines designed for purposes ranging from capturing animals for him to dissect to doing the dissection for him. His favorite, though, was one which he managed to make look like a small, cute little animal in frame, and upon clothing it with fur, crafted it into a perfect device with which to capture girls.

He wasn't the rapist type; oh, the girls wish that he were with what he did to them. A dark, twisted imagination is what fueled Hojo, and he took it out on these poor, defenseless little ladies... the less said about them, the better. But let us just say that when he got through, their parents would never have been able to identify that the body was their child. Much less it was once a human. Or even alive, in some cases.

Hojo was brilliant, but the twisted mind destroyed any bright future he may have had. Or rather, in any sane universe he wouldn't have made it beyond prison, locked up with the guys who wanted to make suits out of the skin of women. But the universe he lived in wasn't very sane; it was almost deranged at times. In one of those deranged moments, Hojo not only managed to get into proper science, but he excelled at it. He quickly rose through the ranks of academia; it was almost obscene how quickly he became well know and recognized amongst his peers.

In sad irony, he came under the employ of a scientist that was his superior in everything except intelligence. Hojo detested his boss, yes... but he needed the old man. For the old man, he had something rare and precious. He had an Ancient.

Oh, Hojo wanted that pretty woman; she was so rare that he just wanted to pull her apart, see how she ticked. But his boss, oh; he loved the woman. He wouldn't let Hojo get near her, no matter how he tried. But Hojo, he was swift in mind, as swift as he was deranged; he had a plan. It took him a while to get it rolling, what with the barren, frozen over pit that they were working in, almost near the northern most pole of the planet, but he did it.

ShinRa was very interested in what the two had found at the furthest reaches of the world; so much more because they were never told about it. They sent troops at once, of course; promises of raises and the like thrown at Hojo. But he didn't care; he wanted the woman! And that's what he got, but there was something else as well.

A baby. Oh yes, a baby had been born between that man and his woman. When he stormed the house with the troops of ShinRa, he knew that things would end badly; but all that happened was the death of the man. Hojo got all the research, he got the woman and her child; he got what he wanted. And on top of that he got money, a research lab of the highest order and all the time he wanted to seek his own means without somebody looking over his shoulder.

He had plans for the woman and her little girl... oh yes, plans indeed. But those plans, they were foiled; the woman managed to escape somehow. Hojo hadn't made any mistakes in locking down their pens; it was somebody on the inside that had to have done it! But that didn't get him two two back, no... the two were gone and even with ShinRa behind him, he couldn't find them.

The two were lost to him; he had no idea if they were alive or not. But slowly he began to not care much, he moved to his next project. And then the next project. Soon the two were out of his mind, even if they weren't out of ShinRa's. But it didn't matter; so long as he gave them results they were happy. Like the results of finding the traitor, of extracting the confession, of modifying his body, his mind. That sample, a biological weapon... oh dear, but it was worthless to him, even if ShinRa loved it.

The years passed, he did more and more; people vanished but ShinRa turned a blind eye. Hojo send the troops out to get new samples; ShinRa turned a blind eye. Even when the child of that woman was once more caught and handed over to Hojo, they turned a blind eye to his dark designs and intentions.

Oh, he was going to enjoy the coming day...

Because He Loves Her

The room was dark and for the moment silent as Cloud sat motionless in a rather plush and comfortable chair. His Mako infused eyes were closed tightly as he tilted his head backwards; any moment now, his heart would be torn apart again. The waiting was the one thing that truly hurt Cloud; he knew that it was going to come, but he didn't know exactly when, or how violently it would be.

The moment came, suddenly, when he could just begin to hear that which hurt him so badly. It was the squeal of springs; a squeal that only grew louder as the seconds passed him by. Cloud could do nothing but sink into his chair, thoughts racing through his mind.

It was only a matter of time, now, before he would hear her voice. Perhaps not the wait but that was the worst part of all of this, Cloud pondered.

"Oh God, harder! Pound my pussy harder!"

For a man who thought it to be the worst part, Cloud couldn't help but smile; the idea of hearing her was horrible, but actually hearing her? It was music to his ears, a sweet music that made him forget all about the horror for the time being. So much did he forget that he inched its way down his torso as the squealing grew louder and much more constant, being joined with feminine moans and screams of bliss.

Tifa, he knew, was enjoying herself; the man she picked seemed to be a good choice. After all, he was making the bed sing its song of sexual conquest while making her join in as well. Cloud's hand continued its journey, ever lower as he his breathing slowed, allowing him to hear more of what was happening to his lovely companion just a few rooms away. Finally he reached his crotch, fingers gently rubbing at the hardness already there.

Tifa's cries of pleasure grew in volume, Cloud could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the springs screaming as they were worked to near their limit. He placed his hand against the stiffness and rubbed it nice and hard, causing his body to squirm. She was getting him so horny, so ready for his eventual turn.

Why, he could just see Tifa on her back, a foreign dick slamming into her over and over, her impressively large breasts bouncing without constraint.

"Ahhh, yes, there! Right there!"

In a moment it seemed like her cries increased ten fold; her man of the moment must have found her sweet spot. It only caused Cloud's hand to move upon his crotch with more speed; his pants slowly stained with precum. He almost wished he were in there at that moment, watching as that total stranger plowed the woman he loved. But he was content to just listen; he had to be.

Watching would just destroy him.

Cloud's ears perked when he heard the man grunting like some manner of wild beast; he was clearly getting close to orgasm. Tifa too must have been close, her moans and screams were so close together that it almost sounded like one long, unbroken noise. The springs of the bed sounded like they were about to give out on the two even as they sped up, their sexual organs producing a loud, filthy squishing noise as their flash met with increasing force.

Cloud wanted to stick his hand in his pants, grab hold and take care of his raging hardness, but he had to hold out, he had to endure.

"Oh God, gonna cum! I'm gonna cum around your hard, fat dick!"

Tifa was such a lewd girl when it came to sex, never subtle in saying or doing things; at times she seemed like a porn star. Not that he was complaining, not that the men she was with complained... not that the current man would, given the desperate grunts and gasps that was coming from him. Cloud could tell he was plowing her in earnest, slamming into her time and time on the verge of one of the most power orgasms of his life.

She had that effect on men.

An ear splitting shriek tore through the darkness of Cloud's little room; Tifa had just had an orgasm, likely pulling the sheet from the bed if she hadn't already before hand. The spasming of her muscles had a powerful effect on her lover, Cloud was sure; the springs weren't screaming as much, but when they did it was clear what was about to happen. Just as expected, the man said something in a low, almost hushed voice, something Cloud couldn't make out. But he knew what it had to have been.

"Pull it out and cum all over me!"

Cloud almost came right then and there, to the point where he had to pull his hand away from his crotch to stop himself from just releasing his seed in his pants.

"Ohhh, so hot and thick. Mmm, yes... let it spray all over my body!"

He had to dig his fingers into the arms of his chair to keep from touching himself, to keep himself from going off like a shotgun. Tifa was being covered in that mans seed, likely her tits getting the most of it. It was hard to not imagine her laying on that bed, face and chest covered in long, thick strings of semen, panting and rubbing it into her skin while mewling like a whore.

Cloud tried to force that out of his mind before he went off, to focus on something else; like the odd silence that fell in the room where the two were. He couldn't really hear anything, not even panting. Perhaps she was giving him some manner of oral attention, moving her wet, hot little mouth on his shaft, tongue lapping up their combined fluids like the little whore that he knew she could be.

That had to be it... he could hear the groaning of the man now, there was likely mumbling about her mouth and tongue in a voice too low for him to hear clearly. But then suddenly it ceased again.

What followed were light noises that he could barely hear, let alone understand; Cloud was curious as to what was happening. But, knowing Tifa it was one of only a few possibilities;

"Oh, mmm... that's it... ease it in there."

Her voice was soft and low, but filled with desire. She squealed now and again but at times she fell silent, likely biting her lip to keep from screaming as he filled her anus with something long and hard. The sound of springs slowly started up again, the squeaking getting louder with every passing moment, but there was no other sounds; she must have been stifling her screams of pleasure. Then it came; the dull sound of flesh slapping flesh.

It only grew louder along with the springs, the sound of grunting mixing in; he was really loosening up her ass. It would only be a matter of time now before the man grabbed her by the wrists and really started going to town. Tifa always did love that.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

She screamed suddenly as the slapping grew louder and more vicious. Cloud smiled again as the springs went crazy, their song kicking back into full swing so suddenly and swiftly. He was a fast one, this man; didn't waste any time at all when it came to this, it seemed. In such a short span of time he not only got his dick into her ass, but she was now screaming at the top of her lungs and he was pounding her with such force that the springs were creaking with such a sound that he'd never heard before.

This man was giving Tifa the ass fucking of her life, Cloud was sure. The two of them were animals it seemed; Tifa was screaming so loudly and so often that she couldn't say a word, and the man was grunting with all the passion and deepness of a beast in the wild.

Maybe that's what they were, now; two beasts fucking while in the grip of a mating season. But Tifa was always like a bitch in heat, that's why she was doing this in the first place. He simply couldn't give her what she wanted, Cloud lamented; he just couldn't feed her sexual appetite. For all of his training, his fighting prowess, for the Jenova cells and Mako in his body Cloud didn't have the stamina to fulfill her needs. It was a great irony; he could withstand so many other things, but when it came to her carnal needs, he was as a normal, weak man.

But then it was also true that no single man really could; even after Cloud fucked her earlier in the day she still had to go out and find a man. Then another. And then this man. One after the other they fucked her, and once they could do no more to fill her need she moved on.

But even still, Tifa had her own limits; surely this would be the last man she would need for the night. Cloud's balls hoped so, because he couldn't take much more of this before they would burst and spew the cum that had been building up during her wild and wanton adventures with her lovers. Tifa was always clear on the fact that she wanted him to be the first to cum in her, and that he was to be the last one to cum in, or in many cases just on her in a given day.

Maybe it was her way of reassuring Cloud, to let him know that he was the one she truly wanted to be with. But in the meantime it was Hell for him; his balls were aching like crazy and his dick wanted to tear the skin that encased it. But Cloud had brought this on himself; he didn't have to listen to this, he didn't even have to be in the house while they were fucking.

But he was; he actually wanted to be there, he wanted to listen to her enjoying herself, to listen to the sounds of her being fulfilled.

"I'M CUMMING!"

The all too sudden scream brought Cloud back to reality as Tifa orgasmed; she always did get off the hardest when it came to her asshole being fucked. The sound of the springs filled his ears again, the slapping of flesh was wet; the juices from her pussy must have soaked his legs. He was grunting more like a rampaging beast than a Human male as he fucked her; the springs cried out in a desperate attempt to get him to stop. The slapping grew louder and faster, as though it was one long, unbroken sound.

And then, suddenly, it all stopped; all sound from the room completely ceased, or it became too low for Cloud to hear. Surely the man had just cum himself, likely buried deep inside of Tifa's anus; she enjoyed that almost as much as the fucking itself after all. And after a few very long moments he finally heard a sound; it was that of a heavy body falling forwards as the springs squealed for a few moments.

The poor fellow must have been drained from the fucking that he gave Tifa's tight little anus, but then any man who went in there would be drained. In more ways than one.

The darkness, the silence were all that Cloud had now; he sat there, waiting for the sound of the man leaving; only then could he get his release. It was as an eternity, time passed so slowly, if it passed at all. The seconds were long, the minutes longer; but with time and patience, Cloud was relieved when he heared the sounds of dressing; the man was ready to leave.

A door opened and closed, then another door did the same; the bedroom had been vacated, the front door used as an exit at last. Finally, it was Cloud's turn, and so he rose to his feet, the hardness still firmly in his pants, still raging and rock hard as he moved to the door of the bedroom he shared with his beloved Tifa.

Slowly he opened the door; his nose was instantly assaulted with the smell of sex. Steeling himself, Cloud pushed the door open and stepped into their bedroom, closing it behind him. His eyes looked about even though he knew there was very little to the place; indeed, all there was in the way of furniture was the bed --which he avoided because he still wasn't ready to see her--, two stands, two lamps and a dresser. The lamps were both on, their three way bulbs set on the maximum settings.

All the easier to see her sexy body bouncing and jiggling during the act.

What little clothing she wore was strewn about the floor, her tight white tank top was the first on the floor, right near the door... and the next were her boots between the door and bed. His eyes followed the minimal trail of clothing on the floor to the bed, where the suspenders that held up her small, black leather skirt laid. Swallowing hard, he readied himself for the sight, and his eyes moved up; Tifa was laying there on her back, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling.

As he stepped closer she didn't seem to notice him, but as he walked nearer Cloud could see what had been done; her skirt was bunched up around her small waist.

Her chest and stomach was covered in smeared sperm, the sheets were stained with it. The smell of Tifa's juices were very strong; a pool had stained through the sheets and into the mattress under her pussy. Her hair as all messy, the band that held her "dolphin tail" in place was thrown well across the room, hear the dresser.

He came to the very edge of the bed and looked down at the woman he loved so dearly. She was covered in cum, she stained the sheets, her eyes were glazed with satisfaction from a hard, intense fucking. Tifa, in this state, was the single most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in the whole of his life.

"Tifa..."

Cloud spoke softly as his dick twitched, balls wanting to release then and there. Reacting to his voice, Tifa's head rolled to the side just slightly, her eyes tried to come into focus so that she could see him. She tried to move her mouth, but it seemed as though she was still far too out of it.

"Tifa... I need to cum."

He spoke softly as he looked into her glazed eyes; she smiled at him, as if the word cum was something she could recognize even in her well fucked and worn out state. Upon seeing the smile, Cloud pulled down his pants, unleashing the hardness that had been building for hours now. A large glob of precum was already forming on the tip; this drew her eyes into focus almost instantly.

Intently, Tifa leered at his long, hard phallus, at the precum ready to drop; she was hungry for it.

"Cloud... tits..."

She mumbled softly, and Cloud was quick to action. Getting onto the bed, he quickly found his way on top of her, legs straddling her torso. He grabbed hold of her large, heavy orbs of bliss and pulled them apart; it was like creating a canyon between two mighty mountains. Cloud then thrust his aching phallus into the valley, only to sandwich it between her impressive breasts. He groaned, feeling their warmth and softness; they were the single greatest thing about her, Cloud thought.

Perhaps that was a horrible thing to think, but Tifa didn't seem to care, so why should he?

Sighing, Cloud slowly began to move his shaft between her immense mammaries, the head of his dick slipping in and out of her great valley, threatening to hit her chin with every movement.

"Oh Tifa, your tits are so soft and warm..."

Cloud just had to state the obvious as he thrusted between her mountains, making them shake and jiggle as his thighs slapped against her flesh. She licked her lips and leaned her head forward, chin resting just above her breasts, letting the head of his dick hit her lips.

"Mmm, yeah... come on Tifa, open your mouth for me. I want to feel it on my dick."

He mewled softly as he began to thrust faster, pumping her heavy breasts, making them shake as though there were an earthquake. Tifa opened her mouth for him as he asked, allowing the tip of it to enter her warm, moist opening with every thrust. She licked it every time he came into her mouth, teasing the slit on the tip of the head, moaning at the taste of the precum that flowed like water from a spring.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum...."

Cloud's voice was low and soft, his breathing ragged; a trail of precum covered the floor of her mighty chest valley. Tifa wanted it as badly as the only man she truly considered to be her lover; if she weren't so worn out, she would do so much more to him. But in her state, all she could do was pucker her mouth and give the tip of his phallus a quick suck and a lick as it moved in and out, moaning with every thrust. She even looked up at him, into his Mako stained eyes; she pleaded with him to cum in her mouth and on her tits.

Without saying a word, Cloud shuddered; his balls finally let go. Cumming with the force of a shotgun, his sperm flew from the tip, hitting her on the face and spraying the roof of her mouth whenever it entered. He grunted and groaned as he pulled her breasts apart before leaning forward, plunging his phallus deeper into her mouth. Tifa sucked on him with increasing force, her tongue slapping against him, lapping up his sperm and swallowing his cum.

But that didn't last, for Cloud just had to pull out of Tifa's mouth; he had to give her one last coating on her breasts. Pushing them together, he aimed his dick as best he could without using his hands and sprayed his seed upon them, covering them with a thick layer as his orgasm slowly coming to an end.

When it finally did, Cloud panted heavily as he laid next to his beloved Tifa, his hand on her flat stomach. Slowly, Tifa managed to take hold of his hand with her own and, softly, gave it a squeeze. Sighing and with a smile, Cloud closed his eyes, his warm breath hitting his lovers shoulder as, slowly, he began to relax.

"Tifa... I really do love you..."

"And I love you too... Cloud..."

Tifa answered as she turned her head toward her fallen lover, watching him slowly drift off to sleep. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand tighter; then she herself closed her eyes. Soon, she followed him into the land of dreams, content in the fact that she had him in her life.

Morning Ritual

Time in the Slums of Midgar were a very hard thing to tell if you didn't have a clock, or atleast a watch. There was no morning or night because of the Sector Seven Plate; without the Sun or even the Moon standing high in the sky, time had almost no real meaning. They could have been working at midnight and going to bed at noon for all they knew. But people are creatures of habit, and even without those two orbs passing by in the sky the people conformed their lives to the standards of those on the outside, to their lives before coming to the Slums, to the lives of their parents who once lived under the Sun.

The clock showed that it was 6 AM in Tifa's Seventh Heaven; it was almost time to open. Even if the people of the Slums conformed their lives to the clock of the outside world, many didn't conform their eating and drinking habits to it; it wasn't a big surprise for somebody to come in and have a hard drink with eggs, or just the drink minus the eggs to get them through their morning of doing whatever work they could find.

Tifa was already awake; for years she'd always gotten up atleast an hour before opening time, to ensure that she was bright and chipper for the customers. It had been her way ever since she opened the place, and she would be damned if she changed it. Cloud was awake as well, his eyes, aglow with Mako watched the clock with interest; it was almost time for another habit; well, it was more like a ritual. Tifa had been awake for a while now, and she was all but ready to open the place; the dishes were as spotless as she could get them, the normal morning rush items were in easy reach, and the place was well swept and the chairs all neat and tidy.

In another life, Cloud mused, Tifa would have made an incredible house wife; she was neat and tidy, she did work without complaint, her cooking was actually pretty good, she didn't really nag at all...

"Cloud... it's time."

Tifa called out, breaking Cloud from his amused little vision of house wife Tifa, complete with an apron, a frying pan and a wide array of household cleaners. He rose to his feet with a slight smirk on his face, his eyes aglow with something more than just Mako; this was the best part of his day, if anybody asked. But he would deny it, of course... that would break his image as an overly serious man who didn't care for the simple pleasures of life.

He took an easy walking stride as he made his way to a small room off to the side of the bar; it seemed almost hidden even when in plain sight, something easily overlooked. Upon opening the door he slipped in and closed it behind him; he had just stepped into the bathroom, the one room that most swore never actually existed in the Seventh Heaven at all. Many was the time a customer failed to find the place and had to go elsewhere; a running joke was that Tifa would fill you with food and drink until you burst, but she lacked a room in which you could burst in.

It wasn't a very big room, really; it had a toilet, a sink, a mirror above the sink... a light. That was about, really, but that's all it needed. Cloud's eyes instantly went to the sink, and there he saw Tifa standing in-front of it, her arms at her sides. She was clad in her normal outfit, that same white tank top and short black skirt that had made her all too famous with the men who were regulars, and made her the envy of every woman within a 3 Slum radius.

Tifa looked at him for a brief moment before looking down at the sink, and the shiny metal bowl that laid inside of the off white porcelain; it was stained and it drove her crazy. No matter how she tried she could never get it out... she once worked her hands rw trying to get it out but to no avai-

"Yeek!"

Tifa yelped suddenly as Cloud's strong hands grabbed her breasts roughly. She swallowed hard as she looked into the mirror, just enough to see Cloud;

"You're always... s-s-so rough at first..."

Her face was fire red as he fondled her large, heavy breasts through the thin material of her small, white tank top; they were so large that they forced the black suspenders she used to keep her skirt up to their sides. Cloud's smirk grew wider as he made her writhe with his hands, as she bit her lip to keep from moaning while he kneaded her orbs of pleasure. Her breathing grew a little more rapid with every squeeze he gave them, her nipples growing harder and poking out of her shirt further.

"I think you're almost ready, Tifa."

He said with a soft voice and she nodded, her eyes tightly closed to avoid looking at him, even if it was his reflection. Suddenly he released her breasts, then grabbed her suspenders. Quickly, he pulled them away from her shoulders, letting them hand at her sides just as her arms did. He licked his lips as, slowly, he took hold of the bottom of her shirt, then began to lift it up. Tifa trembled as his fingers inched their way up her flat stomach, the material exposing more of her pale skin; and when he reached her chest he paused for a moment, as if to savor it.

Tifa swallowed hard, though... she knew what was going to come next. She braced her hands on the sides of the sink, her fingers all but digging into the hard material before giving him a nod; that's when Cloud pulled her shirt up suddenly, exposing her breasts in their full glory. Licking his lips once more, he ensured that he tucked the material into her armpits to keep it from getting in the way... then he took hold of her large breasts once again. Her entire body jerked forward for a brief second, but she relaxed herself as he messaged them, making her writhe all over again.

"Ah... y-y-es... I like it... when you're gentle..."

Tifa said softly, her voice a mix of pleasure and shame as he played with her mammaries, fingers stroking the smooth flesh as his palms rubbed her all over with varying degrees of pressure. Moans slipped out now and again from between her lips, and each time she bit down a little harder on her lower lip; she didn't want this to turn into something that was meant for sheer pleasure... she was more respectable than that. Or so she wanted to think.

"Mmm... you're ready now, Tifa. I can just feel it..."

Cloud said softly as he ceased his massaging, only to place his thumbs and forefingers slightly above and below her hard and sensitive nipples. Lifting her breasts up, he aimed the nipples toward the bowl in the sink and then, pushing her breasts backwards, into her chest, he quickly rolls his fingers along her flesh, forcing out a small, thin stream of white fluid from her nipples.

"Ahhhh...."

Tifa whimpered softly as he repeated the process, over and over, the stream of fluid only getting thicker and stronger with each pass. Her hands trembled as she fought to keep her arms from giving out.

"Mmm, it's really coming out now, Tifa. I think we'll have several bottles worth today!"

Cloud said with a tone of excitement, something that seemed so very rare for him. Tifa only mewled in response as he milked her heavy breasts, his hands moving faster in time to keep the flow going strong. The bowl was filling rapidly, and her breasts seemed to show no signs of being tapped, but Cloud knew better. Any moment now they would run dry... and as if by some magical force, moments before the bowl would fill to the brim the flow of milk did slow to a small stream, just like the in the beginning. But it only lasted for a few moments before it became a few drops... and then it ceased all together.

"There we go... you're all milked out today."

Cloud said as he gently removed his hands from her chest as she slowly regained her composure from the "procedure". Soon, the trembling ceased and she released the sink, only to pull her shirt down. And as she adjusted her suspenders, to ensure that they didn't dig into her breasts, Cloud was already out of the room; but she could hear the clattering of bottles coming closer.

She looked at the bowl, her face was still bright red; she wondered just how much longer she'd have to do this. But she knew the answer... she would have to keep this going on a daily basis, to relieve the pressure the milk had on her breasts. She wondered why she lactated at all; she wasn't with child. And yet ever since she hit puberty, she lactated; it was as though the moment she grew them, her breasts were loaded down with the life giving milk that she herself was raised on in her very early life.

"We sure did get a lot today, Tifa. I think that maybe your milk production is rising."

Cloud said as he came into the room, interrupting her thoughts; only to give her something more to dread. She didn't like the idea of having even more milk to get rid of...

"M-m-maybe..."

Was all she could say as Cloud placed the bottles down on the sink, then looked at her. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to her; she never really seemed to like being milked, even though every physical reaction showed that she did. He almost wanted to suggest that they stop, but he knew that wouldn't work; the pressure would get too great and they would likely just start lactating at random times, and that would be embarrassing. Plus, he didn't really want to give up his excuse to get his hands on her orbs of material bound pleasure.

"Come on and help me bottle this... the morning rush is about to come in and we need to get these ready for use."

He said softly as he patted her shoulder, and she nodded softly. As they slowly worked, ensuring that not a single drop was spilled, Cloud wondered just how much more she could give on a daily basis. But for Tifa, the thoughts of her increasing milk production made her wonder just what kind of future she might have.

She didn't want to end up a dairy cow... but then, the extra money that it brought in...

"500 Gil a bottle, about 6 bottles right now..."

Cloud mumbled to mostly himself, but loud enough for Tifa to hear. She sighed softly and swallowed again, trying to push down her thoughts; the milk sold very well, it was a real hit with her customers. Ever since Cloud had the idea to bottle and sell it, profit had gone up quite a bit; better than just throwing it down the drain. But still, was it right to sell it?

Cloud thought so, the customers did, and the money was good. But somehow... Tifa felt unsettled about it all. But then, nothing about her milk ever felt exactly right to her. It was just something she would learn to live with.

Just like so much about her life.

Anything For Materia

Yuffie bit her lip slight as she dropped to the bed, landing on her hands and knees. She skittered up the bed, until a hair of strong hands took hold of her hips. She yelped softly and looked over her shoulder at the large, entirely nude man behind her and shivered slightly, a chill running along her spine. But at the same time her crotch grew warm, a tingle running through her sexual organs, for she knew what he was going to do to her.

His hands slipped to the front of her body, to the front of her shorts. He easily undid the only button that was holding her shorts in place, then took hold of them, pulling them down slowly. His fingers caught her panties as they came down, pulling the two piece of fabric away from her body; her lower half was both bare and exposed, leaving her open for his use.

Her legs spread wider as she lowered her torso, thrusting her small, firm little ass into the air, offering it up to him. She looked up at him, eyes showing a growing need for him, for whatever he was going to do; she wanted him to touch her in any and every possible way. His hands moved to her small ass cheeks and, slowly, he pulled them apart, exposing her small puckered anus for his viewing pleasure. Then, he leaned in close and made her squeal in delight as he began to lick her tight little rear entrance. Her small hands grabbed hold of the sheets as she began to moan, his tongue was licking at her with vigor and force; he was trying to get inside of her, and deeply at that.

She bucked her hips slightly against his tongue, she wanted him inside of her, she wanted to feel him licking at her tight, hot little inner anal walls. It got to the point where he had to grab hold of her hips to stop her from moving around, but that only added fuel to the fire when he pulled her backwards, pressing her hard against his tongue. She gasped, yelped and then moaned loudly as she tried to relax her anus as he attacked it without mercy, slamming it against her with all the force he could muster.

He was making headway, but it was slow; painfully slow. She didn't think she could take it for much longer, it felt like she was going to go mad... but as the moments passed, as his tongue attacked her tight opening, as she tried to force her muscles to allow this invader in, that's exactly what it did. He inched his tongue into her, making her cry and scream in pleasure as her body thrashed about; she was getting lost in the pure bliss that was washing over her mind and body.

Bad, Bad Girl

Most men were interested in her tits, and with good reason; they were just so large. Many a time a man had tried to sneak a touch, and at times she would suddenly find a pair of hands on them, fondling her from behind. Every time she would chase the man away, but deep down she loved it, she loved the attention they got her. She could make so many men are willing puppets with them, she got a slight kick out of making a man lose total track of what he was doing by jiggling them just a little.

But this time was different, because instead of her tits being the object of desire it was her ass. She wasn't sure why, but this man was fixated on her ass, his hands were so strong as they squeeze her cheeks through her short black skirt, making her gasp and squirm at his touch. She didn't want to fight him off, which made it even more surreal for her; she was allowing a man she didn't really know to molest her ass with impunity. Perhaps it was because it had never been about just her ass before, it was always about the tits first, and then everything below the waist second.

Those hands released her cheeks, but then she could feel her skirt being forced up to her waist, revealing her white little panties. She looked back at him, her eyes trembling as she bit her lip in a futile attempt to keep her sounds of pleasure contained. He smirked at her and licked his lips... and then he slapped her. She yelped, then yelped again as he struck her rear once more, and then again, and again... he was spanking her! She hadn't been spanked since she was very young, but this was like nothing she remembered. She savored the blows, the sting she felt when he struck her --he was snapping his wrist JUST for that effect--, the sound he made as his palms made contact with her panty clad rear.

"You've been a bad girl, Tifa... and I have to punish you."

He spoke to her, making her gasp softly. She hadn't heard something like that since she was a child as well... this was becoming so bizarre, so strange... so sexually exciting. Her pussy was oozing at this point, her juices soaking through the crotch and making it cling to her. She whimpered, gasped and moaned, writhing at the feel of his hand; she stuck her ass out for him, trying to get him to "punish" her more.

"Yes, even now you're being bad... I simply have to punish you more!"

He said again, notiching how wet she's becoming. His blows suddenly increase in both intensity and force, but she doesn't care, she simply moans louder.

Pollensalta

The trek down the Northern Crater was long and brutal, the place was swarming with monsters both powerful and hideous. Cloud was worn, his body ached from the numerous encounters, and his companions were none the better; their bodies covered in wounds, various areas of their clothing torn. They were tired, or rather exhausted, but there was still so far to go.

"Cloud... let's take a break..."

Yuffie spoke, her voice sounding worn. Cloud grunted, his energy too low to act like his normal self but he didn't stop; his desire to finish with Sephiroth was driving him to go on. Tifa, despite her desire for the same was in agreement with Yuffie, her body was just too battle worn to keep going much longer.

"Yes... we should... take a break. I'm not sure... how much further..."

"Enough... we're not stopping."

Cloud snapped as he walked, he wasn't in the mood for whining. Yuffie yelped slightly, but Tifa didn't make a sound; but that didn't mean she was anymore taken aback by his sudden show of annoyance and anger. She could tell he was at the end of his rope physically, but he didn't want to admit it to anybody. Even here, he had to be mister tough guy.

"Oh Gawd... my feet are gonna fall off..."

Yuffie whined more, she didn't seem to have a long attention span. That was all Cloud needed, though; he turned and walked right up to Yuffie, then grabbed her by the shirt and lifted her small frame up, off the ground. He was so very strong for his height and build, he had truly been given the "gift of Jenova".

"Listen, you little brat, if you don't want to go on, then fine; I'll leave your ass right here. Just don't come crying to me when some monsters come and decide to make a meal of you. If you want to come with us, then SHUT UP AND KEEP WALKING!"

He almost threw her down as he let go, then turned and began to walk, but stopped at Tifa. She was giving him that look, the look that told him she didn't approve of what he did. Any other time, it might have gotten to him, but now? No way in Hell.

"You have something to say?"

"... You didn't have to do that... if you had just listened an-"

"And if you'd just shut up, you wouldn't have encouraged her and then made us lose time. But that's something you can't do; you just can't shut up and mind your own damned business, now can you?"

His words cut deep, and for a moment she actually felt like crying. She looked down and he grunted, then walked past her.

"If you two want to rest, then stay here. I'll be at the bottom when you decide to come along; that is, if you're not dead."

He mumbled as he walked, not caring if they followed him or not. Yuffie walked up to Tifa and put a hand on her shoulder, but Tifa pulled away and followed behind Cloud; if she had a tail it would be between her legs. Yuffie sighed and followed as well, making sure to keep her mouth her mouth closed. The three walked in silence, their bodies aching, the air was even more heavy than it had been before.

In the distance they could see an immense skeleton, it looked like it belonged to a dragon. The ground was cracked and uneven, as though large pieces of land had been ripped up and just thrown about, creating jagged patches of rocks and small cliffs. It was the perfect place for an ambush, and indeed that's what was happening; they were being stalked by the creatures that have made this place their home. Three of them were long and purple, they looked akin to leeches, that is if leeches were five feet long and had numerous long, green extensions growing from the thicker "head" portion of their body.

Cunt Buster

She was sad and depressed, which had become normal for her over the past few weeks, ever since Cloud, the man she loved with all of her heart began to focus all of his attention, all of his efforts onto Aeris. The supposed last Ancient was thrilled with this, it seems she loved Cloud with equal fervor.

Part of her hates Aeris, wishes she were dead... okay, it was a large part of her. But, even despite her hatred and jealousy of the little half breed, despite the fact that she wanted to et between them, to split them up, part of her was happy for the two, because they had found love with one another, and wished them well.

"But what does that leave for me...?"

She mumbled to herself, sitting on the edge of a bed of the local inn. Cloud and Aeris were gone, and had been for over an hour now... they most likely wouldn't be back for hours to come. Almost everybody else was gone as well, off to have a bit of fun, to release the pent up stress of their journey.

But she didn't feel like going out, even though it would be best for her. She didn't like doing much of anything, really, except maybe curl up on her bed and cry her eyes out like a baby. But, oddly, she didn't... and instead, she fund herself on her feet. As if compelled by some force, she left the room, heading for the one Cloud was using.

Almost instantly upon stepping inside, she could smell him, despite the fact that he shared the room with Barret and Cid. His musk was distinct, something she would never fail to pick up, regardless of how overpowered it was. As if by instinct, she walked to the end of the room and sat on the bed, knowing that it was his.

She sighed as she felt the springs give slightly, her hands taking hold of the sheets that, less than 24 hours ago had been pressed against his body. She wished he were there now, so she could tell him how much he meant to her... to show him how much she loved him. She could so easily fulfill his needs and desires, she could do things with and to him that Aeris couldn't even dream of.

"Cloud..."

She mumbled, hands holding the sheets tightly, her eyes closed tightly, holding back her tears.


Opening the little drawer of the night stand next to the bed, she found a small leather pouch. Taking it in her hands, she removed it and then pulled it open... and found a small collection of Materia. Most of them were green, some were blue, two were yellow and there was atleast 1 red. She dipped a hand onto the orbs and ran her fingers over them, feeling how cool they are... and then, something catches her eye.

Her fingers run over a few of the spheres until she comes across one of interest. Pulling it out, she takes it into her hand, then placed the pouch onto the stand. Turning her attention to the crystal in her hand, she looks it over, as if studying it... and then, she realized what it was. It was a Fire Materia, but it was so much more than that.

She swung her feet as she sat on the edge of his bed, holding the Fire Materia in her hand, it was the one she bought for him in Sector 7, so long ago. She knew it because there was a tiny impurity in the crystal, a slight tint of blue in the otherwise green sphere, most likely a malfunction in one of Shin-Ra's machinery that compressed Mako into Materia.

As she looked it over, feeling happy for the first time in a long while, one of her boot clad feet hit something hard and heavy under the bed. Curious, she placed the Materia back into the pouch with the rest of the Materia and then slipped off the bed. She kneeled down and peeked under it.

"Cloud's... Buster Sword..."

She said, looking at it, her hands instantly reaching out for it. Fingers running over the cold, hard metal, she notices how smooth it is, even after all the combat they've been through. Her fingers come toward her, feeling that the blunt side is facing her, and she sighs, relived a bit by the fact that, while her boots may not have been able to damage the sharpened edge, she didn't hit it in the first place.

Out of curiosity, she runs her fingers along the blunt edge, feeling that, while it was squared edges, it's not sharp in the slightest.

The Last Night They May Have

She straddled his lap, her small body sinking into his own, their crotches pressing against one another with force. She leaned forward and kissed him hard, the passion all too evident, her small fingers worming their way into her hair, to ensure that he couldn't get away, as if he wanted to. His own hands grab hold of her small waist and pull her closer, forcing her chest against his own, her large breasts squishing up against his solid body.

Their mouthes opened to one another at nearly the same time, and with it came their tongues. They licked at one another, wrestling for domination, as if they were two rival beasts fighting over territory. His hands slowly move down her body and then around, to her firm little backside. She squirms slightly, grinding her crotch against him as his hands move up, under her skirt... and grab her panty clad ass.

She can't help but moan as he fondles her cheeks, her tongue weakening just enough for him to assert his domination. Instantly, he pushes her tongue back into her own mouth, and there he takes the spoils of war. He explores her mouth, licking at her teeth, rubbing it along her gums and inner cheeks, even between her front teeth and lips, only to plunge back in, lapping at her upper mouth and around the base of her now submissive tongue.

But, even as she takes the submissive role orally, below the waist she fights him where he's at his weakest; the crotch. Slowly, she begins to rock her hips, causing her crotch and ample chest to rub gently against him, making her writhe in pleasure, she can feel her nipples getting hard and her panties moist. Once she feels his dick stirring to life, though, she begins to move herself against him faster, pushing herself into him with more force, grinding her crotch against his ridgid man tool, her breasts dragging along his chest.

The two of them moan into one another, his hands grabbing her ass cheeks harder as her own slip to his shoulders, grabbing hold of them for support as her body begins to tremble. She feels like she's going crazy, her crotch feels like it's on fire, and ni matter how wet she gets it, the fire just won't die.

There's only one way to stop it... or atleast sedate the burning she feels; she needs him inside of her! Just thinking of it is making the fire burn harder, hotter... she digs her nails into his body, it feels like it's the only way to keep her from collapsing in a heap on top of him. She needs to do something, and soon...!

She doesn't want to pull away, but in the end she has to... she breaks the kiss between them, removing his control over her mouth. She presses her forehead against his own, gasping for air; it's as if she were a fish out of water, or maybe the fire is consuming all the oxygen in her lungs? Regardless, it takes her a few moments to even begin to form words;

"Cloud...! I n-n-need... you... i-i-inside me!"

She felt his hands releasing her ass from his death grip, one taking hold of her waist, holding her in place, stopping her wild bucking against his diamond rod of a dick, causing her to mewl softly. His other hand pushes her already much too short skirt upwards, nearly to her waist, leaving her panties exposed to the cool night air. She shivers and squirms at the cold feel against her pussy, making her mewl even louder. Then, a strong hand returns to her rear... only to grab hold of her panties and pulls them upwards, forcing the soaked cloth to wedge between her partially opened slit.

Gasping and squirming, she digs her nails into him harder, much like an eagle trying to crush an animal in its talons as he teases her, pulling upwards, only to give her some slack, then to pull up again. She feels so utterly helpless, so powerless... she loves it so very much, being at his near mercy. But even so, she can only take so much... and so, a hand releases itself from his shoulder and slips down his body, somehow manage to move between their two forms.

Her hand moves to her crotch... and as he pulls upwards, she digs in and, moaning loudly, she pulls downward... causing the weakened from being soaked panties to tear apart. Now bear from the waist down, save for her boots, she bites her lower lip as her hand darts to his crotch. Her fingers search almost in vain for something, anything.... and then she finds it.

Quickly, she grabs hold of the zipper and pulls it down, expecting to feel the slap of his stiff member against her. But it doesn't come, and for a moment she alost wants to cry, but then she slips her hand inside and fishes about, making him gasp and generally shudder at her desperate attempts to get him free from his underpants. Despite taking so long, she doesn't feel the fire cooling; if anything, the anticipation is just making her want it more.

He groans loudly, announcing to the world that she found her prize; a prize she pulls into the cool, night air as she lifts herself up, off of his body. Her small hand caresses his shaft, feeling how hot and hard it is, she's amazed at how long it is, she always assumed that he was compensating for something with those huge swords. She looks at him and smiles, then licks her lips as she lowers herself onto him, the two of them moaning when their sexual organs come into contact... and then, she pushes down, forcing the head between her lips and inside of her.

His free hand grabs her small waist as her hand grabs his shoulder once more, and holding onto one another tightly, she forces herself onto him even further, his hands pulling her down, helping to impale her onto him. They moan in almost perfect sync, their desire for one another growing stronger the further inside he goes. She reaches a point where she just can't take it anymore, it's just taking too long for her!

Pausing, she took a deep breath and bit her lip... then began to push herself onto him with everything she has

An Unexpected Yet Expected Event

He was a large man, Barret. Built like a brick wall, he was the sort of man that, upon looking at him just once, you figured he could more than likely break you in half, like a twig. Add onto that the fact that, in the place of a chunk of his arm, he has a chunk of metal grafted onto his arm that he can attach various kinds of guns --mostly automatic in nature-- and you have one fucking scary guy.

And he uses that to his advantage. He knows very well that most would fear him just by his size... add on the fact that he has a fucking gatling gun on his arm and we have one scared shitless person. But he goes further, the way he talks is rough, something you'd expect from somebody on the street that'll kill you for looking at him the wrong way.

But, despite all of this, he's not a bad person. He's a loving father to his adopted daughter, a good friend to those he trusted and he cares about the way the world is heading. Thus is the reason he started an urban terrorist group to fight against Shin-Ra, their oppressive control over the city in which he lived and their planet destroying Mako Reactors.

It was a hard life, being a terrorist. He always had to watch his back, to make sure that nobody saw what he was doing he had to lead his little ragtag group against the military, economic and political power of the government of the city. In his hands rested the lives of the innocent, and no matter how careful they tried to be, people would die, people whose only crime was living near the reactors, or relying on the power to keep them living.

He and his little band were hated by almost everybody because of such deaths... but also because of the various lies told by Shin-Ra to get the public on their side. It was a very stressful lifestyle, it didn't leave much time for a personal life, and what little time he did have went to his daughter.



"Ohhh...! Yessss...!"

She moans, fingers pumping her pussy hard and fast as several strong jets of water slammed against her sensitive clitoris. Her other hand was busy fondling one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly, her nipple digging into her palm. She moans ever louder, her wet hair sticking to her shoulders and back as she writhed against the wall, which she had to lean against because her knees felt weak.

"Ah... oh God... fuck me...!"

She cried out, her fingers working her slick pussy harder, her juices oozing from her hole, mixing with the water from the shower head the second it hits the outside world. Her head flopped around, strands of soaked hair sticking to her face as, in her mind, her fingers were actually a dick that was pounding her cunt, her other hand belonging to the same man that was pounding her with his cock.

"Yesss... so big and hard... fucking my pussy so fast...!"

She moaned louder and louder asd she slipped another finger inside of her, giving her a total of four. She abused her hole to no end, pumping hard and fast, fingers pushed open, stretching the lips, her very entrance to its limits.


She screamed loudly, orgasm hitting her hard. The muslces in her cunt spasmed out of control, a torrent of her juices exploded from within her, pouring onto the shower floor below, only to be swept up in the water seconds later and sent down the drain. She just keeps moaning as it goes on, the strong streams of water hitting her clitoris and pussy lips, sending waves of pleasure through her on top of the ones she feels from her orgasm.

Slumping to the wet floor, she pants as the orgasm comes to an end. Her fingers, slick from her juices slip from her opening, her other hand letting go of her breast. The jets of water keep going, hitting her bare skin as she tries to catch her breath


As she left the bathroom, body bound in that tiny little towel, hair sticking to her shoulders and to the towel itself, he stalked her, which was very, very hard, what with his being so large and so heavy. It was amazing how silently he could move... it was like he were blessed with the grace of a jungle cat, but up until now didn't know it. He watched her as she went off to her room, the way her hips moved, the way she carried herself... the very way she even walked, noticing how feminine she was for the first time since he saw her actually get into a fight.

He felt a bit bad for ignoring her obvious femininity, for making her into "one of the guys", as it were, for seeing her as a buddy instead of a woman. Then again, she never expressed any annoyance by it, maybe she didn't really care... but now he cared. Or rather, he cares simply because of the fact that he's horny and she has what he needs to satisfy him.



She pulled a lower drawer open, bending over, hands looking fishing around inside. He could easily see her firm little ass cheeks... and, upon a further look, he could see a small tuft of black hair peeking out from between her slightly parted legs... it was her pussy. His dick became harder still at such a sight, he knew that he needed to do this, and now, before he came in his pants, or worse, somebody came in and ruined this for him.

Moving quickly, and yet silently, using that damned unnatural grace of his, he came closer and closer, hand ready to grab hold of her towel, while she looked around, humming a little tune, unaware of the impending doom. Just as he came within reach, she made a small noise, it sounded like an "Ah." as she found what it was she was looking for... and, just as she began to pull it out, he grabbed hold of the small bit of fabric wrapped around her form.

She shot up straight, yelping as he ripped away the towel, and before she could turn, he pressing her still moist upper body against the dresser with the cold steel of his gun replacement for a hand, her tits squishing good and hard against it. She dropped the object of her searching, which turned out to be a pair of panties onto the floor as her hands grabbed hold of said dresser, feeling unbalanced by the fact that her legs were pushed out and away from it by the same dresser she was fishing around in moments before.

Bad for her, but good for him, since her ass and, more important pussy were practically pushing against his crotch. She whimpered and trembled, feeling the cold metal, knowing who it was nearly the second after it all happened. She tried to speak, but the sound of a zipper being pulled down made her freeze with fear.

She may have been trained in martial arts, but even if she didn't have a gun jammed in her back, her legs barely able to keep her up given the position he has her in and she needs her hands to support her, she still couldn't hope to fight him off. He was build like a solid wall, he had a far greater reach and his strength was far beyond her own.

A Gondola Ride Straight To Heaven

Cloud sat in the gondola as it went about on its merry way, following the same route that it always has. He had his arms crossed in-front of his chest, feet planted on the floor squarely and his eyes looked ahead; he was looking at the back of Yuffie. He wasn't sure why she had dragged him from his room, but she had. As luck would had it, everything in Gold Saucer was free; it was as though Yuffie picked a night specifically for couples to take him out.

She didn't call it a date, but that's what it seemed like. She dragged him to see a play and ended up getting him involved, but he didn't exactly care about it or how he thought it was supposed to play out... so he screwed things up. Yuffie didn't exactly seem very pleased when he kissed the supposed Dragon King; much less when that girl popped out of the suit. He could have sworn he saw jealousy in her eyes, but why would she be jealous? She never showed any signs that she...

"Um... Cloud..."

Yuffie spoke, then turned around, sitting her shorts covered rear on the seat across from him. She had taken some steps to make herself look presentable, such as removing her head band, that arm shield --and thus the leather straps that ran across her green, sleeveless quasi turtle neckish top and right above and below her breasts--, that mesh glove thing from her right arm and its counterpart on her left leg. More so, she actually pulled her socks up and fully buttoned her shorts.

"You're probably wondering why I brought you along. I mean, I know you don't like me much..."

Her voice was soft and low, not like the loud, annoying sound that normally came from her mouth. She played with her hands a bit and fidgeted slightly in her seat; she looked nervous and uneasy. For a moment, Cloud wanted to say something, but yet he couldn't bring himself to actually do it. He simply watched her sweat.

"Well, anyway, you see... I wanted to be with you, so I could see if... um... maybe..."

She was beating around the bush, too nervous, and perhaps too scared to cut to the chase. He actually found it amusing, which was horrible; he he knew he shouldn't be enjoying this in any possible way. She looked up at him for a second then back down, her cheeks looked red slightly. He was taken aback by that; just what was she getting to?

"So. Um... maybe... um..."

She couldn't say it... but instead, she took action. She rose to her feet quickly and went over to him, and he looked up at her. He could see Yuffie's face was flushed, and before he could say anything she leaned down and kissed him. It wasn't on the cheek, it wasn't on the forehead... it was on the lips; full, hard, directly on the lips. He was stunned into silence as his arms fell into his lap, unsure as to what to do, much less what was actually happening. His eyes remained open the whole time, but hers didn't, they were clamped shut tightly; she didn't dare look at him when she did this.

She held the kiss for nearly twenty seconds before pulling away from him, her eyes opening slightly. She looked down at him before looking away, as if suddenly realizing what she had done.

"Um... I... I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have..."

He could hear her voice shaking as she spoke, but he had no idea how badly she wanted to crawl into the corner and simply die from the sheer embarrassment of what she had just done. She went to turn away and go back to her seat, but he grabbed her hand. She gasped and froze up, then felt her body being pulled backwards before whipping her body around, so that she was facing him.

Her heart began to pound hard and fast, she wasn't sure what he was going to do to her. She couldn't look at him, her body trembled as he released her hand... only to grab her waist. She gasped, then yelped as he pulled her downwards; she didn't resist him, though... she couldn't bring herself to fight him. She felt her body come into solid contact with his own, only to realize that it was his crotch... and that it was her own crotch that met his, her legs were on either side of his lap; she was in essence straddling him.

She looked down at him only to meet his eyes; he was staring at her, into her. She was scared, she was nervous... she was aroused. She could feel the heat coming from his crotch, she could feel the warmth and roughness of his hands on her exposed skin. She wanted to be closer to him, and yet she wanted to run away, but regardless she had no control; he was the one holding her, he was the one keeping control over her body.

"C-C-Cloud..."

Yuffie murmured softly, unsure of what to do, what to say, what to think or expect. He just looked at her with those blue eyes that glowed with the light of Mako, eyes that looked so deep that she could drown. Her small hands found their way to his shoulders, but she didn't know if she should actually push away from him or not; she had dreamed of being this close to him, and yet...

He pulled at her suddenly, forcing her face to come within mere inches of his own. She gasped, she could feel his warm breath on her skin; it sent a chill along her spine. She grabbed his shirt and held on tightly without even thinking, but still he did nothing but look at her. She couldn't take this for much longer, she didn't want him to just toy with her for his own amusement. Perhaps he sensed that, or perhaps he simply had had enough of making her wait; either way he finally dived in.

He kissed her full on the lips, just as she had done some time prior. Her eyes went wide as he did so, she couldn't believe that this man was kissing her, and with such passion. His hands held onto her tightly, to ensure that she couldn't pull away, but she didn't try to, she didn't even consider ruining this chance to be with him. Her eyes closed as the shock was replaced with an intense feeling of euphoria, her mind falling into a haze that seemed to last forever. So lost in it all that she couldn't even feel his hands as they moved along her body, taking up two totally different positions on either side of her body, above and below the waist. That is, until they went into action; through the haze came twin bolts of pleasure as a hand squeezed her firm little backside while another squeezed a breast.

One was rough while the other tender, but both ensuring that she felt no pain. She squirmed and writhed on him, her crotch grinding against his own; she could feel him growing stiff as her own nipples grew hard. She gasped and moaned softly into his mouth, this kiss muffling the sounds of pleasure she made, the sounds that only grew louder when he pressed his palm against her breast fully, grinding it against her nipple, which in turn was being ground against the material of her shirt. Yuffie felt like she was in Heaven, he was touching her in places that she had only dreamed of before. Part of her thought this could possibly only be a dream... but if so, she didn't wish to do anything to cause it to end; she wanted this to last forever.

Bikini Shop

It was hot. Really hot, actually, much more than he was used to. He wasn't exactly sure how anybody could enjoy it, or why they would decide to pay to come here. He sure as Hell wouldn't have paid... not that he had to, since he decided to jump onto a ship and come here for free. The only price he did have to pay was being a tad bit cold at nights... and being sea sick. But hey, puking several times kept his mind off of food, which he didn't have a very big supply of to start off with.

But he was here now, and he may as well make the most of it. So what if he had to sweat a lot, he was in a resort town, basically for free, surrounded by all manner of beautiful, sexy women of all ages that decided to strut around in various pieces of fabric; from a solid one piece that showed small patches of flesh to some that show more flesh than if they were wearing tissues in strategically placed locations on the body.

It was basically Heaven... if Heaven was in the middle of the Lake of Fire, and he was being roasted on a spit by Satan's cabana boy while being force fed peppers. Still, given the sights readily available and the price tag, he'd gladly be a meal for the fallen one and his demons in exchange.

Of course, besides the heat there was also the downside of a lack of Gil. Yes, he has saved up a nice little chunk, given that he'd been planning this for months beforehand, but he wasn't expecting everything to be so insanely expensive. Even the hotel was out of the question... so, he'd have to sleep on the beach. Which was going to be horrible; no matter how hot it is during the day, it'll be just as cold, if not colder at night. And then, he's going to have to bathe in the ocean, and what else would he do during the day, other than leer at women at the beach? No matter how many jiggling fun bags there are, he's sure he'll want to do something else, especially to help lessen the chances of sunburn.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice that a woman was coming up from behind. The first indication that she was there came in the form of a tap on the shoulder, which failed to get him out of his thoughts. Of course, the second indication came in the form of her turning him around; imagine his surprise when he noticed the world turning around him, so that shops ehind him came into his field of vision.

Shaking his head, he wondered what had happened... and why he felt something on his sides. His head began to move down, and that's when he noticed that there was a woman standing before him; and what a woman she was. He wasn't exactly discrete in his gawking at her, but even in this land of bare flesh, she was something special.

"Hello...? The eyes are up here, you know..."

She spoke, which snapped him out of staring at her impressive chest. But, it was begging to be gawked at; what kind of woman who doesn't want leers would put such large breasts in a tight, short white top and then sandwich them between suspenders, which pushed them together, as if to make them look even bigger? But regardless, he tore his eyes from them and looked her mostly in the eyes. They too were amazing sight, but yet they made him hungry for chocolate for some odd reason. He also noticed that she smiled at him, she didn't appear to be angry that he was staring at those big, wobbly fun bags at all.

"I was just wondering if you could help me with something. You see, I need a male opinion, and since most of my male friends are unsuited for it... "

She sort of drifted away at that point, but he got the idea. Part of him wanted to say no, as he has this sinking feeling deep in his gut that it would be something incredibly dull and boring, perhaps some manner of shoe shopping. But then again, another the part of him --located in the crotch area-- wanted to go for it, because it had hopes for some manner of reward... a very nice reward. Besides, who could say no to a woman with such amazing breasts in a top that showed them off so very well and a leather micro mini-skirt that showed off legs that put almost every other woman in the town to shame?

He was just about to say yes but then paused, dreading the thought that the moment he opened his mouth, he would drool; which is almost always a massive turn off and chick repellent. Deciding not to risk it, he simply placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded in agreement. Not exactly the best way to convey the message that he would help her, but then, that didn't seem to matter; her face lit up like a town who just got their own Mako Reactor. She took hold of a hand then pulled him along with him as she went on her merry way.

He almost wished he hadn't of done so, he wasn't big on being damn near dragged along, regardless of how hot the girl was. Of course, once he managed to get his footing and matched his pace to her own, he was capable of following her with much more ease; no more dragging for him. No sir. And with his no longer having to worry about being dragged came the benefit being able to focus, and upon focusing her came to realize that he was tall enough to look over her shoulder, to see something white and bouncy.

She apparently wasn't wearing a bra, and if she were, then it wasn't doing its job very well. But even with watching what little he could see, he was fully aware that people were watching him being pulled along by a girl who bounced more than a rubber ball. He didn't care about their stares though, mostly because it was he whom the bouncing woman was pulling along.

But even if he didn't care about their looking at him, he envied them so very much in the fact that they were able to see her bouncing along on her merry way. From what little he can see, it must be a Hell of a show she's giving all the many leering men. Why, he's sure that more than a few women are envying her; they're the one in tiny amounts of clothing and yet she's getting all the attention while wearing far more than they.



Between all the stares, he didn't even notice that she dragged him into a shop, until, suddenly, they came to a halt. Snapping out of his flesh induced stupor, he found himself in a shop. Full of women. And bikinis on racks. And guys in the same flesh induced stupor.



"Go find a dressing room for me, okay?"

She said, her hand waving him toward a doorway. He was curious as to how, exactly he could go in there, considering this place was for woman... and yet, nobody seemed to mind when he strolled toward there. In-fact, as he was moving toward it, a man followed by a woman holding a bunch of hangers with rather... small pieces of fabric went in before him, and nobody said a word.

Shrugging, he headed on inside, taking note of the huge row of doors on either side of a hallway. He noticed many were closed... and locked, since he tried a few. He could hear voices and noises coming from some of them, but he couldn't make them out exactly... although more than one sounded like a moan.


"Ta-da!"

She comes out, wearing the smallest white bikini he's seen in his life. The top was tiny, it covered her nipples, albeit in a half assed way, given that it was so tight than one could easily make out the lines of her nipples, and beyond that, well... it's a nasty sunburn covering most of her tits just waiting to happen. The bottom was even smaller, he could honestly see her pubic hair coming from above the upper most limits of it, and it's so tight that he can easily see her vaginal lips, giving her one Hell of a case of camel toe.

He wonders why, exactly she'd pick something so small, so tight... so transparent when it gets wet.

"Do you like it?"

She asks, looking at him, studying his reaction to the question.. and she finds that he's staring at her chest, seemingly completely oblivious to the question. Of course, it only seems that way, as he heard her... it's just that, what could he say to her? Of course he likes it, because it shows off so much of her fantastic body, but it's not like he can just tell her that... well, he could, but then, she'd most likely slap him.

Of course, staring at her tits would also more than likely bring about a slapping if saying that... so, really, he's damned either way. So, throwing caution to the kind, he looks up at her, only to notice that she's smiling at him. She already knows what he's going to say, it seems, and she's fine with it. But then, she asked something that throws him for a loop;

"Are you... hard?"

"P-p-p-pardon...?"

He mutters, taken aback by that. Maybe he heard her wrong... after all, having a chick with big tits in the same room with you while wearing a tiny bikini sort of has an effect on your mind... and God knows people have heard things that weren't actually said in such moments. She smirks at him and then comes closer, her breasts bouncing. She comes to a halt a good foot away from him, then she leans forward, drawing his eyes to her breasts as they strain against her top, threatening to break free at any moment;

"I asked if your dick was hard."

His mouth is agape, knowing that he heard her clearly. He doesn't know what to do or what to say, really... it's not like he's been in this situation many times in the past. More like never, actually, this would be the first time he's been picked up by a stranger to watch her try on bikinis and then ask him if his dick was hard from looking at her.

What exactly do you say at a time like this? Be honest and say yes, hoping she doesn't suddenly get pissy? Lie and say no, and have her turn pissy, possibly punching you in the balls?




Pressing her hands against her large, bikini top bound breasts, she carefully slips his shaft between them, making him moan loudly. As they come to rest on his thighs, the tip of his dick pokes out from between them, leaking more and more precum. She smiles up at him, and then, slowly, she runs her tongue along the head, licking up his precum, moaning at the very taste of it.





Climbing on top of him, her legs straddle his lap, her soaked, barely covered crotch hovering over his hard dick. she pulls

Taxes

It was another slow day in the slums of Sector 7, just one in a long series of particularly slow days that have swept through the whole of the lower plate based city of Midgar. In yet another attempt to make as much money as Humanly possible, the seemingly all powerful Shin-Ra corporation imposed a new set of taxes upon the people.

Critics of Shin-Ra --those who hadn't been paid off by Sin-Ra, "convinced" to silence themselves or those who didn't simply vanish in the night-- called it a "too poor to afford to pay a tax" tax, as those living upon the plate had little trouble paying it while the people of the slums struggled. The poorest have already been hit rather hard; taken from their meager homes and imprisoned in jails that aren't even fit for the rats that call it home, these people are considered criminals simply because they're too poor.

The effects have spread like a plague; children are going hungry simply because their families are now too poor to afford even the most basic of needs, businesses that have always struggled are going belly up... even the women of questionable values have found their services to be in short demand, regardless of how low their prices dip.

It was getting to the point where even those businesses that hadn't struggled in the past, that had seeming always been a part of the community with a loyal following of costumers were also suffering. It was at times like this that one would expect a bar to have a decent amount of business; there are always people out there that want to drown their sorrows in alcohol, even if it means they're wasting what little money they have on it.

But alas, such is not the case in even these depressing times; it was so bad that even the bars, those beacons of self medication were also suffering. Perhaps they're even the worse hit, it seems that even the regulars who came to drink in their darkest hours, when horrible things loomed over their heads weren't even coming in, because they simply lacked the money.

The bar called 7th Heaven was always a popular place, despite having been opened just a few years prior, toppling the popularity of establishments that had been in place for years, even decades. It had a large fan base that spanned nearly the whole of Sector 7, along with many from the adjoining sectors There were many reasons for this; the drinks weren't watered down and were still decently priced, you could get a good, home cooked meal along with your drink, service came with a smile... and a large pair of breasts in a tiny top.

The hostess Tifa was a good woman, kind and gentle most of the time, she could mix a drink and cook with equal ease, but that was all icing on the cake that was her body. It was common knowledge that most of her customers were male, they came from far and wide to leer at her large breasts and firm ass which were clad in short, tight clothing.

She would deny it, of course... but deep down, everybody knew that she wore those clothes to attract new customers while keeping the old ones coming back for more. She was well aware of the leers and stares and, despite denials, she reveled in the attention, obviously flaunting her various shapely body parts for the viewing pleasure of her happy customers.

But in a time where women were giving away far more than she ever would consider for cheaper prices, her bar was suffering horribly. Her once solid and loyal customer base has all but abandoned the place out of necessity, they didn't have the money to go and leer at a woman, no matter how shapely she may be.

On this day, like many before she sat at the bar, elbow on the counter, her cheek open her open palm. She sighed softly, there hasn't been a single paying customer in the place all day long.


He wasn't a new face, he had been in all the time up until a little while ago, when the taxes kicked in. He wasn't always the biggest spender, but right now, he was a welcome sight.



She bent over to place the drink upon the table, causing her skirt to rise ever so slightly, giving a hint of white panties. In this brief moment, he slipped his hand under her skirt, his fingers slipping between her legs, running along her panty covered slit. She gasps softly as they caress her thinly covered opening, thumb pressing itself between her cheeks, trying to find her anus. When he finds it, she bites her lower lip as the digit works itself around the opening in small circles, causing her ass cheeks to clinch as she shudders.

While he toyed with both openings, his other hand moved up, along her body. Getting to her chest, he ran his fingers across one of her large, heavy breasts, and then, suddenly, he cupped it in his hand, giving it a good, hard squeeze, and then, he began to fondle her. Gasping and moaning, she places her hands on the table for support as she opened her legs more for him, to allow him even better access to her crotch, and then she arches her back, pressing her breast hard into his hand, her nipple jabbing into his palm.

After a short while of fondling, he lets go of her breast, much to her disappointed. She almost whined in complaint, but then, she moaned loudly when he pinched the hard piece of flesh between two fingers. As if that wasn't enough, he began to roll it between them while pinching it good and hard, making her moan louder and louder as her nails attempted to dig into the wood of the table.

With a smirk on his lips and emboldened by her reaction, he really went to work on her slit, fingers pressing against her harder while moving with ever increasing speed, digging into her sensative opening deeper. He can feel her crotch getting moist, the fabric starts to cling to her body as her as his thumb presses itself into her anus, making her moan like some common little harlot.

Feeling the need to see how far this will go, he stops his fingering and grabs hold of her panties. With a quick flick of his wrist, he tears them from her body and throws them onto the floor. Then, letting go of her nipple, he stands up and moves behind her, then kneels down, his face hovering mere inches from her slick little pussy and then, he takes a nice, deep whiff of her scent.

"You're so wet..."

He says in a low voice, she can hear a hint of lust in his voice. She whimpers softly and fidgets a little, her cheeks turning red as pointer and ring fingers of his right hand pull open her pussy lips, while the same fingers of his left hand push open her ass cheeks. She ducks her head down, between her arms, trying to see what he's doing, but her breasts get in the way, she can barely see anything over them. But, that doesn't matter as, moments later, he plunges his middle finger into her, making her moan once again. But that's not enough for him, oh no... mere seconds after that, he plunges he left middle finger into her anus, making her moan and squeal.

Her juices really start to flow at this point, trickling down her smooth, supple thighs while easily coating his finger as it plunges into her tight little hole, over and over, making a lewd, filthy little squishing noise. She seems to be nearly ready for the next step... she's nice and wet, she doesn't seem to be objecting to any of this... the only thing left to test is how loose she is.

For this, he stops the pumping his finger was giving her, and then, he presses his finger ahard against her upper vaginal wall. When he can go no further, he moves his finger in a circle, pushing as hard as possible. This makes her tremble slightly, she can tell he's trying to see how loose she is. He even does it a few more times, making sure that she's good and ready for him, which simply elicits moans from her, she seems to enjoy having her walls pushed to their limit.

Satisfied, he pulls his fingers from her pussy and anus, and then, he stands up, behind her. His left hand leaves her ass and then goes to his pants... she can hear a zipper being pulled down. She moans at that sound, her pussy literally oozes more juices in anticipation for what's about to come. He can't help but smirk at that as he removes his hard dick from his pants, and he smirks even more as he presses the precum leaking head against her pulled open slit. He doesn't drive it in, but instead, he simply rubs it against her, teasing her in a cruel way.

She tries to push against him, but he puts an end to that by pressing his left hand onto her back. She whimpers and whines as he just plays with her, despite having her in a willing position to have sex, he still wants more out of her... he wants to hear her ask for it. Nay, beg for it, if just a little bit.








Leaning forward, she carefully starts to lick the head of it, causing him to groan loudly at the mere touch of her little pink muscle. After a few initial licks, she grasps the shaft and, before he knows it, takes the entire head of his dick into her mouth. Licking and sucking on it, she moans softly as she slowly lowers her head, allowing his meat to slip down her throat.

Deeper and deeper she pushes it, causing him to moan and groan loudly. He places a hand on the back on her head, trying to force more of himself down her throat faster, and she complies with him. All the while, her tongue works his shaft, making her shiver with every lick. Once she reaches her limit, she starts to pull her head back, causing his shaft to slip from her throat. Once she reaches the head, she drive herself back down, and then, back up once she reaches her limit, then back down, then back up, over and over.

She bobs her head faster and faster as she licks him, the hand upon her head has taken to stroking her long brown hair. He grunts like an animal as she moans around his meat, he loves the feel of her mouth, her tongue, her throat.. but there would be one thing that would make this the single best event of his life... to have those large tits of hers wrapped around him.

He looks down at her, and he notices she's looking up at him. They stare at one another for a few moments and then he makes his move. Reaching down to her chest with his free hand, he grabs a hold of her tiny white shirt... and without so much as a word, he rips it from her, causing her heavy breasts to bounce free, being held back by only two thin leather suspenders.

She doesn't seem to mind one bit. In-fact, she didn't even hesitate one moment, she merely leaned forward and then wrapped those incredible tits around his cock, hand on either side of a breast. Then, again without hesitation, she began to move those large mounds up and down on his cock in sync with her head; when she lifts up, they move up, and when she goes down, they go down as well. And as her bobbing increases in speed, so does her tit fucking.

Licking him harder, her head and tits starts to bob up and down faster and faster, causing him to moan louder and louder as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

He can't last much longer... and it seems she knows this, because the suction on his cock only gets tighter.

"Gonna cu-"

He tries to warn her, but it's all too late, as before he can finish his sentence, he cums, and hard. Jet after jet of hot, sticky sperm flies down her throat, making her moan loudly. He keeps cumming down her throat as she keeps bobbing her head and moving her tits, trying to milk him for all he's worth.

However, before he's done, he pulls his dick from her mouth and gives her a few good splurts on the face and on those immense tits still wrapped around him. As it all comes to an end, she moans softly as she licks her lips, then the head of his cock. Her tongue lingers on the head, licking it all over, it was as if she didn't want to leave it. Hell, he didn't want her to leave it either