Estrus Mage

The province of Cyrodiil was no stranger to odd cults and religions, but perhaps the most curious were the Estrus Mages. A group governed by the principle of sexual magicka, an art that was considered too taboo and vile for even the most open minded of mage, they were banished from the guilds for being a “danger to civilization.” Perhaps they were; for their magicka could bring disaster to the bloodlines of the empire.

For to be an Estrus Mage allowed one to control sexual desire, to manipulate the body and summon foul beings to do their sexual bidding. While no actual cases had ever been recorded, the fear of the damage one Estrus Mage could do to the Imperial Line was enough to bring about their demise. Every soldier, every mercenary looking to make some coin hunted them relentlessly, every rumor was followed up by a swift execution.

A century later, they were thought to all be dead, the Mage Guilds and the now Third Empire slowly forgot all about their very existence. Sexual magicka vanished from the land, for even if the Estrus Mages vanished and were forgotten, the fear was not; their brand of study was made illegal by order of the Emperor himself, punishable by death of not just the practitioner, but also their entire family.

However, with the death of not only Uriel Septim VII, but also his heirs, and the invasion of Oblivion, Cyrodiil became an unstable land. While none would admit it, the power and influence of the law waned, the legions were spread thin… a perfect time for the revival of an order that carried with it the death sentence of an entire bloodline. Like the Thieves Guild, the Estrus Mages had managed to survive; like the Dark Brotherhood, they dug down, below the surface of Cyrodiil. Their arts were practiced in secret, shrouded from the eyes of all by powerful, arcane magicka to protect their already dwindling numbers.

Just as Oblivion stormed the land of Cyrodiil, the Estrus Mages emerged from their seclusion, seeking what even the people themselves sought in these troubles times; survival.

The place, Imperial City, an unimaginative name for the capital city of a bloated, dying empire. The streets were still manned by guards, the people seemingly unconcerned by the threat that Oblivion posed. Perhaps they were putting on a brave front, or maybe in its desperation after the death of their leader, the Third Empire itself was in public denial.

The Elven Gardens District bustled with activity; as a central hub for residents and the construction of the city, many had to pass through during their daily activities. It was here that an Estrus Mage, a person who only a century ago would be the most feared man in all the city, appeared. But with time and the state of Cyrodiil, the guard became lax, patrolling only to look for pickpockets and thieves. His robes were simple and common; black with gold trim. Like any good member of a secret order, his face was covered, the hood of the robe was enchanted with powerful magicka to conceal it from all who would try to get a look. To all who looked upon him, he was but another mage going about business. And in essence, that’s what the Estrus Mage was doing.

Cyronin Sintav’s home was the target. The Sintav clan was small, much like his own order. Perhaps it was fate; the first step on rebuilding the glory of the order was to make use of a clan whose numbers were stunted and could not grow. For Cyronin, he was infertile, a fact that was slowly becoming all too apparent to his lovely wife, Carmana. Her time in life was coming, the desire for a child was strong; the need for one was all too powerful in the clan. But poor Cyronin could not deliver… and they were in denial, just like the Third Empire. And so, the Estrus Mage had come; he was going to give them what they wanted in his own, special way.

Upon touching the handle and entering the home, a spell was cast upon the door; one that would not allow it to be opened by any other than the Estrus Mage. What greeted him was what remained of a spacious room, now dominated by a large table and chairs, adorned with the common trappings of a dining room. And upon a chair was Cyronin, clad in a green flax tunic and black short pants, who looked up from his meal.

“Can I help you?”

Cyronin questioned the black and gold clad mage, but received no answer, much less a look in return. Rather, the mage looked to the stairs as Carmana descended, ready for the day at hand. She was a beautiful woman, her face as lovely as her body was voluptuous; her ample body was barely contained in her simple white dress with a a quilted doublet covering her bountiful chest.

Upon seeing her, the Estrus Mage felt a stirring in his loins; the day he had been training for was at hand…

“Oh, do we have a guest?”

Carmana asked as she stood at the base of the stairs, looking at the mage. Cyronin, however, rose to his feet and turned to his wife, his voice flaring to life with annoyance;

“No, just a rude fellow who won’t answer you when you pose him a question!”

Turning to the mage, Cyronin silently flashed a scowl and pointed to the door, wasting not another word on one who would not answer. The Mage, he simply turned his head toward the angry Sintav and stretched out his arm. With a mutter and a simple hand gesture, an arcane symbol appeared on the floor below Corynin; before he had a chance to even react, a series of tentacles erupted from realms unknown, twisting around his limbs and lifting him into the air. Carmana gasped in shock as she looked at her husband as he writhed, trying to get free from their grasp.

Before he could say anything, a tentacle lodged itself into Cyronin’s mouth, and as Carmana turned to the Estrus Mage, something came over her. A powerful urge welled up within her… she closed the distance between the two of them, then looped her arms around his neck, leaning toward his shrouded face. Deeply she kissed him and he in return, her tongue wiggling into his already parted and expecting lips. The Mage’s hands grabbed hold of her bountiful ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly, causing her to moan in pleasure as her enormous breasts were crushed against his chest as she deepened her already impassioned show of affection.

Cyronin looked on in horror as his lovely, fully figured wife embraced and was fondled by another man. For what seemed like hours the two were wrapped up in their passionate lock, but then the Estrus Mage pulled his head away from Carmana, causing her to whimper in sorrow. But the Mage, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear;

“You desire a taste of my phallus, do you not? Come, I shall let you have all that you wish.”

Carmana moaned at the though and nodded, her arms leaving him. The Estrus Mage released her ass, only to grab hold of a chair and dragged it before Cryonin, positioning it so the bound man would have an excellent view of what was to come. Sitting, Carmana strutted up to the Mage, hips wiggling, ample breasts swaying; she was so sensual in her approach. The Mage ran a hand down the crotch of his robe, instantly causing a seam to open, allowing his erect penis to spring forth. As Carmana dropped to her knees, she gasped in amazement at its size; a full seven inches in length, and nearly two inches in width.

She licked her lips before leaning forward, her now moistened pinkness touching the shaft softly. She kissed it up and down, from his balls to the head, then parted her lips and drove down, engulfing him in her wet heat. He groaned and she in turn moaned, the thickness vanished inch by inch down her hungry throat before she could take no more. Cyronin was horrified beyond all hope; the tentacles wrapped around his head to ensure he could not look away, they even spawned smaller ones to hold his eyes open, to get a grand view of his wife fellating another man with unbridled lust and vigor, making the pros down at the Imperial Waterfront look like untouched virgins by comparison.

The Estrus Mage placed a hand on Carmana’s head and grabbed hold of her hair, breaking the seal of her lips as he pulled her away from him. Looking up at him, her eyes filled with a wanton lust and desire to continue. But the Mage, he had other plans as he grabbed hold of the collar of her dress. With a swift motion, he tore the top open, causing her enormous breasts to spill out, freeing them from their prison of cloth.

They were truly massive, an Imperial Standard K cup; larger than her own head. Instinctively, Carmana wrapped them around his penis, making it vanish into her vast valley of cleavage before moving her great mountains upon his shaft, her saliva and his pre-cum making her skin slick. She mewled as the head poked out from time to time, her tongue lapping at it. She could swear, as the moments passed, that his penis was growing larger; for every time the head emerged, it came up a little further, her tongue felt a little more width to it.

“Your breasts are truly amazing, my lady. Truly marvelous; never have I seen their equal in all my years.”

The Estrus Mage spoke with praise, causing her to squeal in delight. Looking up, Carmana had praise of her own to give;

“Sir mage, your penis is also amazing; it almost seems to be growing ever larger between my breasts!”

“Ah, but it is, my lady. As you please it, it will grow in length and width; that way, I will be able to please you even more when I impale you upon it.”

Carmana trembled at the mere thought of it being inside of her, then turned her attention back to his penis; it had grow ever larger, enough for the head to stand proudly above her great valley. She took it into her mouth, tongue lapping at his pre-cum up like a cat would milk from a saucer, mewling happily as she savored the flavor of another man’s fluids. And poor Cyronin, he could only watch his gorgeous wife pleasure a stranger, his penis having grown quite large despite himself. It tented his pants, aching to be freed and taken care of, but alas, no such thing could happen. For all he could do was watch as Caramana worshipped a phallus that was so much larger than anything he could give to her.

The sucking, the slurping, the rubbing of her breasts… it was all enough to make any man orgasm, and yet the Estrus Mage, he showed no signs of releasing himself. Rather, true to his words, the phallus Carmana put so much effort into pleasing was growing by inches, until it measured nearly a foot in length and six inches in width. It grew so large that Carmana, despite her efforts, could go longer take it into her mouth; that was when the Mage spoke.

“My lady… it’s time.”

Carmana looked up at him, lust burning in her eyes as she nodded and stood up. The Mage followed suit, standing before the once decent, now wanton woman, her hands resisting the urge to grab his phallus to feel its heat on her skin. Suddenly, he placed his hands upon her dress once more, then tore it from her body fully, causing Carmana to gasp in shock. Cyronin groaned despite his gag, his penis aching ever more upon seeing the fluids run down her thighs. Casting her dress aside, the Estrus Mage turned the woman around, her large, ripe ass facing his phallus.

Pressing it against her, she trembled as he bent her over the table that dominated the room, her enormous breasts being crushed against the hard wood, hard nipples firing off senses of pleasure as they rubbed against her while her body squirmed. Her wet, trembling vaginal lips were slowly parted as the phallus of the Mage began to bury itself into Carmana, whom could only find the strength to let out a soft mewling as the Mage found his way inside of what was once the domain of her husband. Her inner walls stretched, trying desperately to accept the invader, her finger nails lodging themselves into the wood of the table below her as inch upon inch sank further in. It was not until what felt like an eternity that the Mage finally reached the limits of his member, finding himself truly ‘balls deep’, to use a crude euphemism; for indeed, her testes came to rest upon her thighs as the whole of his phallus was firmly in place inside of the now practically drooling woman.

Carmana had never found herself so full before; the head of the Mage’s phallus pressed against her cervix, the width threatened to rip her in half. Her tongue found itself out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back into her head, she looked like she had been struck by a sudden stupidity… and perhaps she had been. All reason seemed to fall away and the only thing she had left was the singular desire to have relations with this strange man and his immense source of animalistic pleasure.

His hands grabbed hold of her ample buttocks, fingers sinking deep into her flesh as the Mage began to move his body. No matter how tightly her flesh clung to it, his phallus seemed to pull away so easily, only to plunge back into her depths a moments later; to Carmana, it felt almost like he had never left her body, yet at the same time the sheer pleasure of constantly being penetrated assaulted her senses. She could only open her mouth in a silent scream as her muscles went into spasms, her entire lower body shivered at the vicious assault from both outside and within.

Her fluids gushed from around the invader as Carmana was hit with the single most intense orgasm of her entire life; she was literally lost in a sea of carnal pleasure, deeper than any she could have ever felt with her poor husband. The Mage simply continued his brutal assault, unnaturally increasing his thrusting speed; the wet, sloshing sounds of their sexual organs moving became one long, unbroken testament to this fact.

Poor Cyronin was convinced the man was a demon; no normal person could ever move the way the Mage did. Yet he could do nothing but watch as his wife was seemingly locked in an eternal orgasm, the fluids that gushed from her would not stop as they poured down her legs. A small puddle formed below the two; the floor boards could not soak them up any further. Indeed, he almost feared that she might die from dehydration if this continued. But his own pain slowly took away any concerns he might have felt; the raging stiffness in his pants felt horrific, as though the skin would split open if no relief were to come soon.

Another tentacle emerged from the magical symbol and latched onto the foot of the poor man before invading his pants through a leg opening. To the shock and revulsion of Cyronin, this tentacle wrapped itself around his solid member; that revulsion turned to horror as it tightened. Closing his eyes, the bound man expected it to crush his, by comparison to the demon that was ravishing his wife, crude and small phallus, yet the tentacle began to pulsate, giving him a pleasure that was simply not of Nirn.

Despite being locked within the grip of orgasmic bliss, Carmana found herself able to think rationally; when the world came back into focus the Mage was above her. She lay upon the table as the Mage continued his most vicious sexual assault, her impressive breasts bounced with a weight that threatened to cause grievous physical harm. Her legs had wrapped themselves around his waist through instinct.

“My lady, it is time for this to come to an end.”

The Mage spoke to her softly, to which she began to protest. Yet even as her mouth opened, Carmana found her voice lacking; indeed, no matter how she try she could not produce a single sound. The Mage, taking advantage of this quickly placed a finger into her agape mouth, the tip running along her tongue. Just as quickly the finger left, the hand it belonged to moved to her stomach. Upon it, right above her uterus, the strange man traced a circle, and within it he moved his other hand, tracing some manner of curious, arcane symbols.

“With this, my lady, you shall have that which you desire most; a child!”

As the Mage spoke, Carmana felt a sudden warm well up from within her; it was then that she noticed the man had ceased his assault upon her lower body. The warmth spread through her lower regions, filling her stomach and abdomen. In awe, Carmana could see the circle and arcane symbols traced upon her flesh glow; she realized that the Mage had just reached orgasm, that his sperm was flooding her insides. A different form of bliss overcame the woman as the warmth filled her entire form; her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness. Cyronin, in spite of knowing all too well that another man may have just impregnated his beloved wife found himself too lost in his own pleasure.

The tentacle wrapped around his member pulsated and squeezed him in a way that was beyond any pleasure he could have ever known prior to that moment. No matter how much it sickened him, he knew that it would make him reach orgasm as well. Closing his eyes, Cyronin felt the sweet, yet bitter feeling of release as the warmth of his seed spilled into his pants, running down the tentacle that had its way with him.

Cyronin, like his wife, became lost to the world as he slipped from consciousness, still bound in the embrace of other realm tentacles. The Mage released himself from the grip of Carmana’s legs, his phallus, now limp quickly slit from her defiled entrance. With a sigh, the Mage motioned once more with his hands, the tentacles retreated from whence they came, leaving Cyronin to slump upon the floor. The Mage turned, robe closing around his deflated member as he moved to the door, the binding spell dissolving as he passed through, emerging once more into the Imperial City.

With a heavy heart, the Mage walked away from the Sintav home; the husband and wife would not have any memory of what had just transpired. Carmana Sintav would, in time find herself with child, and Cyronin would be congratulated for finally being able to produce a new clan member. They would be blessed with a strong, healthy baby with a talent for the magical arts.

The child would grow into a fine wizard, perhaps one day finding their way back to the order that birthed them. For the Sintav clan it would be a miracle. For him it was a curse, for he may possibly never know his own child.

But this… was only the first…

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...

Viera Mating Season Has Come

The weeks had passed them all by, Clan life pushed the whole thing about little Viera from the minds of Marche and Ritz. The Clan League was upon them, they were going to the finals. The two were so very sure that they could win it; their Clan was a finely crafted machine of war, after all. But something weighed heavily on their minds; the Viera. They were acting... strange. Ritz couldn't find out anything, they didn't want to talk about it.

Marche, being Clan leader was incapable of getting anything himself; they were simply tight lipped about their actions. Perhaps, he thought, the little talk with Shara had caused something. Maybe she was actually offended and told the others... perhaps they didn't want to work with him and Ritz any longer?

Marche didn't need this right now; the Clan League was getting closer, the Viera in the Clan made up almost a third of their number. If they were to split, the Clan would be seriously underpowered, not to mention Ritz would likely be crushed. She was as an adopted Viera; she was even capable of summoning their Totema. He had to get to the bottom of this, no matter the cost; if not for the Clan, than for Ritz's sake.

The sun was falling below the horizon when Marche built enough courage to talk to Shara. He figured he'd find out out in the wild; he was right. She sat upon a tree stump, her back to him as she watched the sun go down. Her ears perked up, but she didn't turn; Marche was sure that she was upset with him. Steeling himself, the young boy marched toward her, stopping only feet from where she sat.

"Shara... I need to talk to you."

His voice trembled; he was really very nervous. More so when she said nothing to him, she didn't even show any signs of recognizing his presence.

"Shara... I... I know things have been weird for a while now. I just... I want to know if it's what I said. I mean, if it is, then please, just be mad at me, not the others. Especially not Ritz! She.."

"Do you like her, Marche?"

Shara suddenly spoke; Marche was taken aback.

"W-well... she's my friend..."

Marche stated, unsure of what she could mean.

"No, I mean... do you love her?"

Shara clarified; Marche's cheeks turned red. He'd never thought of Ritz in such a way, it never crossed his mind.

"No... I... I never thought of her like that. She... is my friend. Nothing else."

Marche looked to the ground, unsure as to what this all meant. Lost in thought, he didn't even hear Shara get up, much less turn toward him. The only way he even knew was when he felt her warm hand on his cheek. Quickly he raised his head; their eyes locked.

"Shara...?"

Marche began, but she suddenly placed a finger on his lips to silence the boy. He shut right up, she removed her finger.

"If you have no feelings for her beyond being a friend, then I have no regrets."

Shara stated simply, then leaned forward. Marche's eyes went wide, his cheeks turned a bright red as he felt her lips press against his own. His entire body shuddered as her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close; her body heat was amazing. His eyes closed as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping between her lips, forcing his own open before invading his mouth. Marche's hands trembled as he took hold of her hips; he had no idea where else to put them. This was all so new to him. Shara's tongue probed his mouth, licking at everything; she could tell that he had Chobo for dinner.

Wile her tongue was busy, her hands moved down the young boys body; they arrived at his shorts. Marche's eyes opened wide as the second shock of his life took place; Shara's fingers were undoing his shorts. Marche pulled his mouth away from her own, panting in shock and surprise; Shara ceased her actions.

"S-Shara... you... what..."

Marche was confused, he couldn't complete a sentence. Shara smiled at the young boy, to reassure him.

"I'm doing what nature demands, Marche. I'm going to have sex with you."

Marche's body flew into action, pulling away from her; but he stumbled and fell backwards. With a thud he landed upon his backside, shorts partially undone; he looked up. Shara was standing over him.

"Shara... you... can't...! I... we... why?"

Everything was so strange to him now, his mind was shutting down at the very concept that Shara wanted to... to... do something like that with him. What had gotten into her? Shara, she moved forward; he tried to back away but she was too fast. Before he knew what happened, she was straddling his legs, her hands on his shoulders.

"You remember what I told you, right? We Viera mate with other species. And right now I want to mate with you."

Marche's entire body felt hot, he had what could only be described as a full body blush. His mouth ran dry as Shara held him firmly with one hand, the other moving back to her own body. She took hold of her green, midriff bearing top and, slowly, began to pull it upwards. He want to close his eyes, but they wouldn't listen; they were fixated upon the Viera's emerging breasts. They were large and full, and upon being released they bounced; his eyes followed them before they settled.

Her shirt, it was thrown aside; Marche swallowed hard. Shara's nipples were a shade of pink not unlike Ritz's hair, and they were hard; they stood proudly, as though they wanted his attention. A lump grew in his shorts at the sight, upon feeling it Shara pushed her crotch against his own, grinding on the stiffness. Marche gasped, his body was hit by another shudder; Shara smiled at his reaction.

"You're cute, Marche; are all human boys like this on their first time?"

Marche couldn't answer that; he had no idea. But more so, his mind was fixated on her breasts, something deep within him stirred at their sight. A deep memory sprung from the dusty corners of his brain... when he was much younger. Breasts, his mother; they gave him life. His mother... his mother...

"Mother..."

Marche mumbled, transfixed by the hard, pink nipples; Shara was confused by what he had said. But something in her ceased her grinding, and she removed her hand from his shoulder, placing it on the back of his head. Then, slowly, Shara pulled Marche close to her body, his face close to her chest. Almost instantly he lunged forward and latched his lips onto a breast, causing the Viera to gasp, then moan as he suckled. His small arms wrapped around her torso, holding her tightly.

Marche's shuddering ceased as he suckled, his eyes closed; he felt safe and warm. Shara slowly caressed the young boys hair, something about this felt right. Shara smiled at the boy, then leaned down and kissed the top of his head. It was an incredibly intimate feeling between the two of them, more than any kind of sex could produce; Shara was bonding with him and Marche... he was reliving a moment from his past, before Doned... when he had his mother to himself.

The two stayed locked together for what felt like hours in silence; they needed no words. Slowly, Marche let go of her Shara's nipple and placed his head between her breasts, snuggling into her warmth. Shara held him tightly, cradling him like he were her own child; if this were any other time she might have just held him. But it wasn't any other time, her body was driving her to mate.

She was in season. All the Viera were.

"Marche... I... I need you. I really, really need you..."

She whispered softly, stroking his hair; Marche raised his head and looked up at her. She looked down at him; their eyes met once more. In his closeness to her, he felt he could understand anything on her mind, the look he saw told him all he needed to know. With a nod, Marche released her from his hug, Shara pushed him down onto his back. Licking her lips, the Viera slid down his body just enough to allow her hands to get to his shorts. Her hands quickly undid his belt, and with a pull they came down.

Shara slid down the rest of his body, pulling his shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. Looking up at him, she smiled, then took hold of his small penis. Carefully she caressed it, stroking it with her palm; Shara could feel his pulse as his manhood grew hard. Marche gasped, the Viera slowly increased her speed; precum flowed from the tip of his penis, giving her a lubricant to move faster.

His toes curled up in his shoes, pelvis lifted up from the ground; it was amazing, her hand. This was something he'd never felt before, but he loved it; he moaned as the Viera jerked him with even greatest speed, her hand almost a blur as it moved on his shaft. Marche couldn't help himself; something was happening to him. His balls, they felt like they were going to tighten, and then they did.

Shara gasped, Marche moaned; a long stream of white fluid flew from the tip of his penis, and when it came down it landed on Shara's white hair. Quickly she released him and moved up his body, mouth latching onto his spasming penis as more of his seed erupted. Her head bobbed, tongue lapping at his shaft; she moaned at his taste, and Marche moaned at the warmth that engulfed his most private of areas.

He couldn't look at her, his head turned to the side, eyes closed as the white haired Viera sucked him until his orgasm ended. Even then he remained hard; Shara just kept on bobbing her head, tongue licking at his shaft. She wanted him to cum again in her mouth; the taste was something that the Viera missed from her last mating attempt.

Marche, he was going crazy; his his fingers dug into the earth below him, ripping up grass as he felt the greatest sensation of his young life. His toes were curled so tightly they hurt, and yet he didn't care; his balls were tightening again. Like a shotgun he came for the second time, sperm and fluids coating the roof of her mouth before dripping down to her tongue.

Shara milked him until the second orgasm ended, her tongue licking him clean before, finally, she pulled her mouth from him. Marche panted heavily, toes uncurling as he slowly recovered. His penis remained as hard as ever, something that Shara was acutely aware of as she rose to her feet.

The young boy slowly came down from his orgasmic high, his penis growing slightly soft as the blood began to flow away from his crotch. Opening his eyes, Marche straightened his head; what greeted him a moment later was a piece of fabric that was flung onto him. Blinking, the young boy grabbed hold of it, then pulled it open; it was a pair of underwear. Female underwear; white in color. For a moment Marche paused, then he turned red; the blood went back to his crotch as he looked beyond the small piece of fabric in his hands.

Shara, she smiled and came close, standing above him. Her feet were on either side of his hips, she held up the green flap of fabric that covered her crotch from view in her hands, exposing herself to him. It was a strange thing to see; it was pink and wet, but it had a tuft of white hair around it. It was so alien to him, and yet his body knew what it was; he only grew harder at the sight.

The Viera lowered her body and settled onto him, his penis nestled just above her vagina. Slowly, she began to grind against him, the two moaning as their sexual organs ground together. Shara's juices flowed freely, coating his shaft in her fluids; she was getting him ready for the main event. The Viera watched his reaction; it only made her more wet to see him fidget and moan below her, the fact that he was enjoying it made her feel so good.

"Marche... I'm going to take you inside of me now."

Shara cooed, Marche only groaned, Licking her lips in anticipation, the Viera gently grasped his shaft as she lifted herself off of him. With a quick jerk of his shaft to tease the young boy, Shara lowered herself onto him, moaning upon feeling the tip of his penis come into contact with her soaked opening. Marche cried out in shock and pleasure as her opening absorbed him; the muscles were pulling at him! For a boy who swore everything was amazing when it came to sex, this was the most amazing thing yet.

The Viera above him moaned as she took him inside of her body, and Marche was going crazy as she bottomed out, that white tuft of hair touching his balls. Marche felt like he was going to cum at any moment, and Shara, it seemed as though she could sense it, for she didn't move at all. She wanted to give him time to adjust, to get used to being inside of her; there was no telling how much more the boy could take before he was tapped for the night.

Shara wanted to mate with him, but she also wanted to enjoy it for more than a few moments before he could possibly just be done, his body needing rest before he could go at it again. So patiently the Viera waited, even as her body screamed to just get on with it, to have him fill her with his seed. She took several long, deep breaths before leaning forward, placing her hands on the ground on either side of his head.

The Viera looked down at the boy below her; he was really very cute. She had teased him before about it, but he was cute. Especially that blond hair; Shara wished that her child could be blond like him. But alas, such was not possible; there had never been a single Viera with such a hair color.

Marche reached out and grabbed hold of her hips all of a sudden, causing Shara to gasp loudly. Looking down at him, she smiled; he was such an eager little thing.

"As eager as I am, hm? Well then..."

Shara suddenly began to rock her hips; Marche cried out in bliss. The Viera watched as she moved her hips on the young boy, breasts swaying back and forth. His eyes were closed, his fingers dug into her flesh; it was a whole different level than anything they had done before. He wanted to hold out so badly; strange thoughts crossed into his mind then; like naked Bangaa. Large, sweaty, naked Bangaa doing manly things like cutting down trees.

Marche shuddered at the thought; Shara only moved her hips on him faster. Moaning, the young boy tried to focus on the horror in his mind, but he simply could not; the tight, wet hole of the gorgeous Viera above him was something that could not be ignored.

"Ahhh... Marche... it feels good... doesn't it? Come on... tell me it feels good."

Shara mewled, her hips moving ever faster on her little lover. Her breasts swayed and bounced freely; she wanted him to look at her. Look at them. Marche didn't say anything; he bit his lip. He tried so desperately to hold out, even if it meant repressing his cries and keeping his eyes shut as tightly as humanly possible. Shara, though, assumed that something was wrong; perhaps it wasn't as good as thought it was?

"Marche... please... look at me! Tell me it feels good!"

Shara pleaded with the young boy, but he didn't respond; he couldn't bring himself to do it. Looking at her could set him off, could end the whole thing once and for all. He wanted to keep going, but his body... he didn't trust it. Seeing her in any way could just make him go off; Marche had to fight it. Fight the urge. Fight his body. But it was hard to do, especially with Shara begging him to do that which he knew could end it all.

It was a losing battle; Marche knew that. He could only hold out for so long before it would end, even if he did ignore her and focus on the horrific images he could conjure from his mind. The little blond was close to the end; his balls were tightening on him. That was the sign that the end was near, he could do nothing now. Quickly then, he opened his eyes and looked upon the Viera that rode him; it was the single most glorious image he had ever seen in the whole of his life.

The end had come for Marche; with what felt like an electric shot his balls released inside of her. Shara rode him hard as his sperm filled her body; the mere fact that he had looked at her was all the difference, she was so close to an orgasm of her own. Marche cried out with every movement she made, his balls emptying themselves completely. Shara's breasts were going wild, bouncing and swaying; it was so very close now! She could feel it building, building... even as Marche ceased his own orgasm, Shara was building towards her own.

And it finally hit; the Viera screamed loudly as her muscles went crazy around his shaft. Her arms gave out on her then; she landed on her little lover chest first. Grabbing hold of his shoulder, she whimpered as her orgasm ripped through her frame; it was like she had been hit by a lightning bolt. Every muscle spasmed, her eyes shut tightly; it was amazing how hard she got off on a little human boy.

The two came down together, their bodies worn, panting. Shara softly kissed him on the neck as her hands released his shoulders. Marche in turn slowly wrapped his arms around the Viera that had taken his virginity and held her close to him, enjoying the warmth of her body.

"Shara... amazing..."

Marche mumbled, too worn out to make a complete sentence. Shara smiled at her little lover and stroked his hair.

"It'll be even better tomorrow."

Shara said with a giggle, Marche felt confusion sweep through his mind;

"Huh?"

Shara giggled again, then kissed him on the forehead before looking him in the eyes.

"Well, my little one... Viera keep mating until we know for a fact that we're with child. It could take weeks before I know for sure... so we'll just have to keep going at it until I know that you've given me a little Viera."

Marche closed his eyes and breathed heavily; he could just tell that the coming few weeks were going to be a lot more difficult than he had imagined only a few hours ago.

Where Do Little Viera Come From?

It all began with a simple, yet profound question.

"Ritz?"

Marche began.

"Where do little Viera come from?"

His pink haired companion looked at Marche as though he were a madman; where did babies of any species come from? She opened her mouth to reply, but ceased; it dawned on her that she had never once seen a male Viera. Despite being in a clan of nothing but Viera, she'd never heard them mention males, much less seen any evidence that they existed, But she always assumed that they did; it was how it worked in humans, so she just thought...

"I... I assume... that they do the same thing... as everybody else."

Ritz finally responded, but her voice was unsure. Marche looked over at her, eyes questioning her unsure tone. She could only shake her head.

"I'm SURE they must do the same thing everybody else does! I mean, I've never seen a male Viera, but I'm sure they have to exist. Right? I mean, you can't just... have nothing but women... right?"

Now it was Ritz who was asking the question, putting Marche on the spot to answer. He scratched his head for a moment, playing with the strands of blond hair that stuck out from his head in-front; he was more curious than ever now.

"... Say, Ritz..."

He turned and looked at his companion; she met his gaze.

"Maybe we should... you know... ask..."

Ritz became flustered at the mere thought of asking a Viera about her personal life. She shook her head vigorously.

"No way! That's an invasion of privacy! Besides... wouldn't they think us... you know... weird...?"

Marche paused, pondering the awkwardness of asking a Viera how they bred. Part of him wanted to just forget it, but a part of him wanted to know. He looked down to the floor, crossing his arms over his chest; he had no idea what to do now.

"Um... I... I suppose that... maybe..."

Ritz's voice came from seemingly nowhere, causing Marche to look up. Ritz's face was fire red; he found it sort of funny how worked up she was getting over this whole thing.

"Maybe?"

Marche parroted the last bit of her sentence.

"Maybe we could, you know... ask Shara. I-I mean... I know her pretty well, so it's not like asking a total stranger. And... she shouldn't think it too strange. Right?"

Marche's eye lit up and he nodded most vigorously; Shara wouldn't deny telling them if Ritz asked her! Jumping to his feet, Marche grabbed hold of Ritz's right hand and pulled her to her own feet. She looked up at him, face still red, eyes full of surprise and shock.

"Well come on, let's go find and ask!"

Ritz was shocked at his sudden actions; she blushed even more, if that were possible at the sudden hand grabbing.

"H-h-hold on, Marche!"

Ritz protested, Marche was confused.

"Why? I know you want to know as much as I do! Or... are you scared to ask?"

Ritz's eyes flew wide, then narrowed; he had just challenged her. Her pride demanded she soldier on and do it as soon as possible; she nodded. The two of them went off to find Shara, and to seek the answer that they both desired to know. It didn't take long for them to find her, though; like all Viera she had an affinity for nature, and was naturally attracted to the wilds.

Just outside of Muscadet she was, enjoying the nature that her kin loved so very much. Ritz hesitated upon seeing her, but Marche was all gung-ho to ask. Shara, being a Viera had superior hearing, she knew they were there before the two could even say a word; she turned to greet them with a wave and a smile. This only made Ritz more hesitant, she stopped short while Marche went to white haired woman.

"Shara, Ritz and I want to ask you something."

Marche began, gesturing to his side where he assumed Ritz would be. Shara blinked and then raised an eyelid; Marche turned and noticed his companion was missing. Perplexed, he turned around; Ritz's eyes were locked on the ground as she stood more than twenty feet from the two of them. Marche sighed, Shara giggled; Ritz, she went into a fidget.

"Hey Ritz, are you going to do this or should I?"

Marche called out to the fidgeting girl; she only fidgeted more. Marche shrugged and turned, facing the Viera who seemed more than a bit amused by the whole thing.

"So, what is it you wanted to ask?"

Shara asked, figuring it was something minor; not, you know, the facts of Viera birth and such. But that was what Marche was after, all right.

"Ah... yes, well... um... see..."

Marche's cheeks turned slightly red; he himself was becoming flustered. Shara was even more amused by this turn of events, but she was curious as well; something was up. Marche took a deep breath, he tried to calm himself; he went through his question in his head, hoping it would make it to his lips and beyond. After a few moments the young blond boy nodded to himself and looked at Shara, square in the eyes.

"Ritz and I were curious... and we hope you don't mind, or think us weird, but... where, exactly do... Viera come from?"

Finally the question was out. Marche felt proud of himself, Ritz looked up in shock that he had actually asked the question. Shara was taken aback, her face showing a bit of surprise. These two children had just asked her how Viera reproduced. Moments wore on, Marche grew nervous while Ritz went through Shara's reaction in her own head; she assumed the Viera would be offended and walk away after calling them sick little freaks.

Instead, Shara laughed. She laughed hard; Marche backed away a bit, thinking the Viera crazy. Even Ritz was shocked at the reaction. Upon seeing their reactions, Shara calmed herself, wiping a tear from an eye; that was a good laugh she just had.

"Well, you see... little Viera come from their mothers."

Marche blinked, Ritz blinked; Shara smiled.

"... So there... are male Viera?"

Marche asked, puzzled. Shara shook her head.

"Nope. Viera are all female."

Marche was... more than confused, to say the least. Ritz, though, rushed up beside her blond companion, then pressed the issue;

"But how? I mean, if there aren't any males, then how can you have children? I thought you needed a man to... to..."

Ritz fell silent, her face turned red once more. Marche began to try and figure out how a female only population could reproduce; the things that came to mind made him shudder in abject horror. Shara cocked her head to the side, then straightened it back up.

"Well, you see Viera do need men. It's just that we... you know... can mate with other species."

It was all perfectly normal and rational to Shara, but to Marche and Ritz it was almost as though she were speaking some other language. Possibly Spanish.

"You... mate with... other species..."

Marche said with hesitation, Ritz had a look of confusion in her eyes.

"But... why? What happened to all the males?"

"We never had them?"

The was the best thing Shara could come up with. This only further confused Ritz.

"Okay, so... Viera mate with others, and that's where they come from. But... do you only give birth to Viera?"

Marche was trying to piece it together, and Shara nodded;

"It all makes sense when you think about it."

Ritz was all manner of confused by this point; it made no sense to her.

"How does this even begin to make any sense?! You... you're all women who have to mate with men of other species to make babies! Where did you all come from to start with?! Why were you made to make babies with other species?!"

Ritz was all worked up, Marche took a few steps away from his companion. Shara blinked and pondered for a moment.

"Well, you see... it all started with a tree..."

Ritz's face turned pale.

"What?"

"A tree. Exodus, to be exact. It started this whole thing."

Shara replied, causing Ritz to furrow her brow. Marche was the one confused now; Ritz was just frustrated.

"S-so... Exodus gave birth to the first Viera... who then in turn... made babies with other species..."

Marche mumbled, Shara nodded again;

"Pretty much."

Ritz rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head.

"This world makes no sense at all. Now... I'm just gonna... go lay down for a bit."

Ritz turned and walked off, leaving Marche and Shara alone. Shara chuckled slightly;

"I think I broke her brain."

Marche could only nod in agreement.

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.

An Adventure In Sexuality: May Style (Max Chapter)

In the wilds of Hoenn, night slowly descended. Before the stars came out, the small group of Pokemon Trainers decided to set up camp. With tents pitched and dinner eaten, the group of four called it a night. Ash, who was about the only competitive Pokemon trainer in the group fell fast asleep within minutes of crawling into his sleeping bag, going off to dream about battles and new Pokemon to befriend. Brock, a Pokemon Breeder and former Gym Leader soon followed suit, but his dreams were filled with young women... who still refused to even so much as go out with him.

May, now fourteen years old. the only girl within the group and the resident Coordinator, a Trainer who took part in the various Pokemon Contests that littered Hoenn and beyond, had apparently fallen asleep as well; her sleeping bag was occupied with her motionless form.

All that was left was Max, the youngest of the group at the tender age of seven, who remained awake. He sat near the smoldering remains of the camp fire, eyes fixated upon the two tents that had been set up; he was watching, waiting for any movement that would mean that any of them had awakened. But Max could see none; Ash snored slightly, Brock mumbled about girls and, most importantly, his older sister looked placid and peaceful as she slept. It was something she never was when she was awake, Max mused to himself.

The stars began to come out; the Moon was full. Poking the fire a few times to keep it going for a while longer, he took his chance. Rising to his feet, he slowly crept away from the camp, retreating into the wilds of Hoenn. Using the Moonlight as a guide to ensure he made as little noise as physically possible, the young boy soon found himself far enough out of range of the camp. With a sigh, Max broke into a full blown run, putting an ever increasing distance between himself and the other three; the further he went, he knew, the more privacy he would have.

He ran as far as his legs could take him, as far as his body could go before, finally, giving out from his exertion. He collapsed near a large tree and, panting, he crawled to it, then placed his back against the mighty trunk. Wiping some sweat from his brow, Max took a quick look around; there was nobody at all within his field of vision. Feeling safe at last, the young boy slowly eased a hand into his right pocket, only to pull it out moments later...

In his hand he clutched a piece of fabric; it was white. Carefully, he grabbed it with his other hand and stretched it before his eyes; it was a pair of panties with a Skitty design on the front. He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of a Skitty on the crotch... or the fact that it was once worn by his sister. Savoring the thought for a moment, he suddenly thrust it against his face, ensuring the crotch was right at his nose.

Max inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his sister; and soon he was pitching a tent of his own, below his waist. He released the panties with one hand and brought it down to his shorts, where he undid a button, then pulled down his zipper. Licking his lips, he thrust his hand into his shorts and, with a little fishing, he brought out his penis.

It wasn't exactly giant or anything, but it was impressive for his age; it was a good four inches. He shivered as his hardness met the cold air, and quickly he covered it with the Skitty panties, then wrapped the small piece of fabric around his manhood. With a moan, the young boy slowly caressed himself through the panties, the thought that he was touching something with his penis that was in contact with his sisters crotch not too long ago made him writhe in pleasure.

He leaned back against the tree trunk as, slowly, he began to move his hands on his shaft, dragging the panties with them; he was jerking himself off with his older sisters used underwear. His toes curled in his shoes, he bit his bottom lip as if to stifle his moans, despite being all alone in the wild.

But he wasn't alone; eyes were watching him. Eyes that fixated on the object around his penis.

Max tried as best he could, but it was all but impossible for him to not make noises as he pleasured himself with his sisters panties. His mind raced back to that night, two years ago, and to the thoughts that he had since then; the lewd ideas that were born of a sexual desire that smoldered for so long. He gasped as a shudder passed through his entire body; he was going to orgasm soon, he was going to soil May's panties with his fluids...

"You filthy little boy!"

A voice called to him, a voice that he knew all too well. His eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated as he looked at the source of the voice. His body shook, hands began to sweat; the fear that he would be caught had finally come to pass... he had been caught by his sister. He could see her standing before him, not more than ten feet away; clad in a white undershirt and panties.

At any other time, he might have enjoyed the sight of his fourteen year old sister so under dressed, but right now? He was terrified; more so when she began to walk toward him. He whimpered and then panicked, trying to back away from her; but of course he was up against a tree.

He managed to get to his feet, but before he could run she was there, her arms on either side of his head. He didn't dare look up at her, he didn't want to see the look of shame and disgust in her eyes at what he was doing.

"You're a sick little pervert, you know that?"

May's question only made Max clench his eyes shut; he realized that now, he was truly screwed. His sister found out about what he did, and soon she would have him talking about all the other things he did. Turning pale, Max's short life flashed before his eyes as his body trembled; his life was all over. Any moment now, it would all collapse around him. He only hoped his sister would have some mercy and not tell their father...

"I asked you a question, Max. Now answer!"

Max recoiled at her yell and whimpered again; his bladder felt like it may just empty itself at any second. He didn't know if could have gotten the courage to answer her, but he cried out in shock as, suddenly, May grabbed hold of his chin and lifted his face up. The young, terrified boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at his older sister.

Tears began to well up as he considered begging her for mercy, for compassion. He'd swear to never do it again, he'd swear to be her slave; anything to keep this from their mother and father!

"M-May... I... pl-please..."

He began, but May jerked his head up by the chin to shut him up.

"Tell me you're a pervert."

May commanded in a stern tone, and Max swallowed hard;

"I... I'm a p-pervert... a filthy pervert!"

Max cried out as tears rolled down his cheeks; he knew that this was only the start of it all. But instead of harming him, something strange happened; May gently wiped away the tears of her little brother and then leaned forward, their faces weren't even an inch apart. She stared into his eyes, Max began to blush; there was something about it that made feel at ease, or maybe the pervert in him simply was turned on by being so close to her. But something even more unexpected happened...

May pressed her lips against his own, and kissed her little brother. His eyes went wide, then closed as she deepened the kiss between them, her lips pressing harder against his own. Leaning forward, May pinned Max to the tree, forcing her large, heavy breasts against his small frame, causing his penis to stir from its fear induced coma.

But his penis only grew harder when she slipped a hand down his small body, then took hold of manhood, causing him to gasp. Seizing the moment, May drove her tongue into her little brothers mouth, lapping at his own as, slowly, she began to caress his hardness. Max could feel her warmth through the panties still wrapped around his penis; it was the single most amazing thing he had ever experienced in his entire life.

It was so good, in-fact, that he almost thought this to be a dream, rather than reality. But either way, it didn't matter; something he wanted so badly was happening, and if it happened to be a dream, all he would do is end up with moist underwear in the morning. Max, then, in a quick burst of thought and action blindly reached out and found his sisters sides. For a moment he wanted to go for her breasts, but there was another set of cleavage he wanted to enjoy; his hands slid down her sides and found their way to her panty covered bottom.

To May's surprise, he almost instantly clamped onto her cheeks, giving them a firm, hard squeeze. Gasping into her little brothers mouth as her tongue expertly explored every nook, cranny and crevasse it would reach, May rewarded Max's bravery by moving her hand faster on his small shaft. This caused a shudder to pass through his entire body and his knees to feel weak; it was then that the two of them realized that he had just orgasmed, soiling May's Skitty panties with his fluids. But even though he had just released a load his penis remained as hard as ever, and May's hand just kept moving, pleasuring his shaft as he fondled her buttocks with all the vigor born of youth, and all the clumsiness that came with inexperience.

But May grew weary of all of this; she wanted something more from her dear brother; she wanted to taste his cock. And so, May released her brother from the kiss they shared and, dragging her breasts along his small frame, she got down on her knees. Max's eyes opened and looked down, only to be met by May's eyes; he could see the lust in them, the desire.

He swallowed hard as May looked downward and, suddenly, tugged at his shorts and underwear, yanking them down his body before pulling them away from him, throwing them to the side; all that was left were his shoes and her Skitty panties. The panties didn't last long after that; May peeled the small fabric from his shaft and, looking up to make sure Max was watching, licked some of his fluids from the material. She moaned at his taste, and then threw the panties aside as well; she had to have the real thing in her mouth.

Flashing him a smile, she lowered her head and, slowly, she placed her lips against the tip of his penis. Kissing it softly, she parted them and, quickly, took every single inch of him into her mouth. Max gasped and moaned; the warmth and moisture was more than he could have ever imagined. It only got better for the boy, though, when May slowly began to bob her head, tongue lapping at his shaft. Max cried out in pure bliss as, after only a few moments inside, he came in her mouth, giving her what she wanted the most. She moaned, feeling his hot juices strike the room of her mouth and splash on her tongue, but she didn't let up on him.

If anything, she only sped up her pleasuring of his small penis, which still remained hard despite having cum twice in such a short period of time. Max's knees felt so very weak; if not for his sister being right there, ensuring that he wouldn't.

As May's head bobbed faster and faster on his shaft, she took hold of his testicles with one hand, and gently, she massaged and caressed them. Max felt like he was going mad; his entire frame trembled, shuddered and shivered all at once. Max swore to whatever deity that would listen that this couldn't get better, but May was about to prove him wrong.

She pulled her head away from his shaft, only to lower it to his testicles and, gently, took one into her mouth. Softly she sucked upon the one in her mouth, teasing the skin of his scrotum with her tongue as she continued to caress the other with a hand. Her other hand went to his shaft, slowly jerking him off.

For the third time in only a few minutes Max came, covering his older sisters hand. She only kept jerking his shaft, covering it with his fluids; he still remained as hard as ever. May was utterly surprised by his ability to stay hard; surely it must have been due to his youth. But that thought quickly passed, for after all the longer he could stay hard, the more fun she could have with her cute little brother.

She decided to give him a little treat, though; something she knew he'd love. May pulled her head and hands away from his cock and balls, giving Max a moment to rest and to focus on her. His eyes almost instantly fixated on his older sister once more; and he got an eye full when she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing to him for the first time in a long time her bare breasts.

They had grown several times in size since he last saw them; they were even more amazing than he remembered. May looked up at her little brother with a smile on her lips, then gave him a wink before throwing her shirt aside and then grabbing her breasts. She lifted them up for him to get a better look at; they were easily the size of muskmelons, if not larger... they were an amazing sight to behold.

And they felt even better when May leaned forward and wrapped them around Max's young penis, fully engulfing it in her heavenly valley. Max moaned in bliss and May giggled before she moved her breasts in a slow up and down motion, pleasuring him with her glorious mammaries and lubricating them with the result of his previous orgasm.

The young boy dug his finger nails into the tree bark, pushing his back against it to give him support as she gradually increased her speed, her breasts making wet, lewd noises as they moved on him.

May couldn't help but stare at her little brothers reactions; they were so cute. But then he was a cute boy.... she had her eye on Max for a while now, ever since she noticed his growing focus on her, nearly a year and a half prior. His theft of her Skitty panties wasn't the first one; he'd done it numerous times in the past. She had even watched him from time to time using them, wrapping them around his cute little penis and pleasuring himself, trying not to moan...

It got her so wet watching him sniff them, watching him play with himself.... getting off on her used panties and their smell. But she simply couldn't risk doing anything when she was home; if they were ever caught by their father, it would have been all over. That's why she was so happy when she began this journey, so glad that her dear little brother came along. Finally, she could do what she wanted...

Just then, Max cried out in pleasure once more as he came between May's large breasts. She could feel his warmth spread between them, but she wanted something else. Letting go of her breasts, she took hold of his spasming penis with both hands and began a rapid jerking motion, milking him for all that he was work while aiming the tip at her face.

May moaned loudly as strand after strand found its way on her cheeks, on her nose, some hitting her lips. She couldn't help but lick it off of them while she milked her precious little brother until he could give no more.

Finally, for the first time since this all started, Max went limp; he panted heavily, his eyes seemed to be glassy when she looked up at him. She realized then that her little brother was spent for the moment; even at such a young age, he couldn't keep it up forever.

"You did so well, Max. I'm proud of you, my dear little brother."

May spoke as she rose to her feet and hugged him tightly, burying his face between her large breasts. She stroked his hair softly and smiled as she looked down at him; tonight was going to be the start of something wonderful and amazing between them.

Surely they would both enjoy this journey to its fullest from now on.