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There was a comfort Tifa sought that few others, she’d found, could well and truly provide. She tried to deny it, tried her best to renege on the possibility of a second visit to the one person she’d allowed to touch her in ways lovingly foul; but for all her strength the fighter had proven to be a woman of weakness in that moment. She sought the grace of the Lady in Red a second time. And it was as volcanic as it was the standard - hands placed harshly against the slab of metal, legs shimmied side to side, with Aerith’s mouth and nose preoccupied by the taste and scent of her delicacies. The orgasms that rippled through her were maddening, thigh-clenching, pleasure dripping past her stockings and onto the cobblestone beneath the scraping of her boots. She’d paid the woman in advance and the pair parted ways amicably, Tifa with her pride in relative safety and body buzzing from the relief, and Aerith with her hard-earned gil and still with the taste of such a bombshell upon her lips.
But then Tifa returned to her a third time, and during this bout, Aerith had hooked her via the length of her middle and ring fingers, and did not stop until Tifa had left a mess that wetted the lower portions of Aerith's pastel-accented dress. The latter of the two women fucking loved when that happened.
It could have ended there, in truth. But there was an addiction growing: Tifa thought upon what they could have done next, whether she wanted to bring materia into the equation or a third partner or just a simple change in scenery, but her nerves had proven much too fried to attempt such an ask. The only confidence she could muster was that of a date. Aerith's surprise at her unwillingness for an immediate fuck this time left the Lady in Red with a proclivity to tease, but she accepted happily nevertheless.
Their date went well... almost too well, given how quickly and roughly Aerith had fondled her. Cupped her tits, bit into her neck, toyed with the tautness of her nipples, slathered over the work of her abdomen. Aerith adored each and every part of her, and sought to prove that trebly so on this night. Tifa was a blushing mess, always helpless to Aerith's touches and gropes and licks whenever there was a moment she was freely able to do so, but by the time Tifa had brought the lady back to her place, Aerith had followed along with a small bag of goods. There was one way in particular that Aerith sought most, a manner most depraved and primal, that ran through her own mind as her eyes fell upon the helpless woman.
Tifa struggled to find her footing, mind caught in an endless spiral as her fingers found purchase in the silken sheets of her bedding. A soft and pathetic mewl worked itself through the confines of her throat, knees pressing into the mattress now as the vixen above her had loomed. Aerith made a soft, sweet-sounding noise as she flicked her wrist, curling her touch to the base of Tifa’s neck—the bare slate of her skin. Her nails traced downward, trailing the curve of finely-toned muscle. From the gentle slope of her trapezoid muscles, across the rear deltoids, and down the length of her latissimus dorsi. Tifa Lockhart was compromised of delicately-cut muscle, but she was not without curves, without adipose tissue. The further Aerith explored, the more she found how the soft curve of her form threatened to spill into the realm of voluptuous. Scant few articles of clothing were bound to her body now — clad in naught but the garters and stockings of her lower section. It was a dressing she’d grown more than accustomed toward, to her shame, and it was precisely the weakness Aerith sought to exploit.
She pressed her into the mattress, with Tifa’s face down and her ass up, and from there the lady in red quirked a small albeit wicked grin. She settled back on her knees, the length of two digits nudging carefully at the heat of her pussylips—her cunny was thick, spreading evenly to a perfect degree, with strands of pleasure beginning to collect from the lips of her labia. The soft, lewd, schlick squelch of a noise had proven faint but no less audible, the further Aerith toyed with her — but it was the not-so-sudden shock of the reveal thereafter that had truly enthused the charmer. The heft and curve of Tifa’s backside made for thicker, ripened cheeks, just scarcely obscuring the intrusion, but when Aerith pressed a hand to one cheek her thumb sank softly into the firm, supple flesh, spreading it gently to find the wealth of pleasure that was seeping slowly from the lips of her cunt, how softly her asshole winked for the woman, all of it. For all the hours the Lady in Red spent riling her up, slowly and surely, the worker found herself at a brief pause nevertheless. Aerith’s own muscle threatened to skip a beat at the sight of it -- her eyes as wide as saucers momentarily before she retained focus. The very idea that someone else had been this enthused by her, that someone wanted her this badly, was a special kind of pleasure Aerith saw fit to savor.
Yet she could not help but tease. "Someone's been a little toooo eager for some action."
Aerith's hand flexed, each finger outstretched as it initially began its descent, before closing together as the hand made contact with the curve of Tifa's ass. The latter woman mewled, twisting against her bed with a small and subdued sort of whine. "Mh..." Her face dug into the sheets, cheeks as red as the plug that was covering her bud. She forced the words out, "Mh- do... fuck, do whatever you want, fuck- just.... please..."
Aerith tapped a lone finger against her chin. "Mmm.... pleeeease, what?"
Silence fell upon Tifa, nestled there in a position most vulnerable, and through yet another mewl she'd rendered her affections clear. "Please, mistress... do anything-"
Another smack, and the woman had yelped.
A soft giggle worked itself through Aerith as she snaked a hand across the length of her lovers' body. Glossing over the hard-cut abdomen, moving to palm gently at the wealth of her breasts, as they were squished against the mattress-top. Her gentle motion grew rougher as she palmed, pulling at the plush sensitivity, grabbing a tit-full to her hearts content. She shushed Tifa, lightly, continuing to fondle her like an object prized like none other -- and through a toothy smile, she nestled lower. Aerith used both hands to delicately spread apart the woman's rear, thumbs pressing into the supple flesh, and from there the glistening of her cunt had grown worse. Aerith momentarily speared her sex with a single digit, teasing the outer portions until she pushed inward, and pressed hard. The fighter responded in kind with a soft coo, until Tifa's lip fell agape, a soft groan falling from her as the tender flesh was worked over with several curls of Aerith's finger. And the Lady in Red cooed as she continued to pull and push, finding further and further length. A shudder worked itself up the length of Tifa's spine, and Aerith could do nothing but briefly admire it.
Then she moved, and brought her fingers toward Tifa's lips, dragging them freshly across them until the latter woman put her mouth upon it, and sucked. Aerith pushed, and pushed, until her mouth was overridden with naught but the taste of herself, and delved deeper into her lovers rear. The length of her tongue dragged along the well-worn bud in its soft winks, appendage swirling and lapping at the sensitive flesh. Her lips pulled back with a soft pop, and then she spat upon both holes, letting strands of saliva trickle from her glossy lips down, into the wellspring of pleasure.
Aerith’s thumbs were digging into the soft expanse of flesh, too terribly succulent and firm — the Lady in Red was shrouded in heaven, wanting to approach her appraisal like a kid in the candy shop instead of a bull against a fine dish. She lowered until she was pressing her lips directly against the waiting hole.
And Tifa tensed, beautifully, quietly.
Aerith pressed a firm kiss to the woman's ass. And then the inner portion of her cleft, and then along the lips of her pussy. Her tongue lurched, swiping and swirling at them with reckless abandon; her soft coos the only signifier of sound she deemed necessary. Tifa braced herself and stuck her ass further out, with a soft moan as she glanced a lustful eye over the angle of her shoulder. Tifa moaned heartily, eyes threatening to cross.
Then, carefully, Aerith dragged her tongue; curling around the hood of the fighter’s clit, until Aerith was fully upon her knees, neck craning back as the lower half of her head was pressed against Tifa’s delicacies. Her lips and tongue were awash with the taste of her; strands of pleasure beginning to trickle down the sharpened of her chin as her nose was pressed firmly against the higher hole — Aerith’s eyes fluttered and rolled as she took in the taste and scent of all of her, and Tifa cooed appreciatively, jostling the heft of her ass and thrusting it back lightly, wiggling lazily side to side. Between moans, Tifa cursed a delicious set of quiet expletives, and gripped the railing more tightly as she allowed her ass to hangout—using Aerith’s features as best a resting spot as any. "Such a good girl," Aerith muttered, saliva dripping from her lips.
The worker was more than content to oblige her, when she seized the woman’s backside and kept the wealth of her cheeks spread. Aerith was in heaven. She'd thought of a play on words, something to do with Tifa's place of work, but had she said anything of the sort in this moment, she was sure Tifa would have lost the mood immediately. The temptation mattered little when the Lady in Red was encompassed by the scent of her. The taste of her cunt was warm and ripe, the slick and lewd sounds of slurping like a delectable tone to the dutiful bartender. She strained, and whined, but held strong — and slowly Aerith pulled upwards toward the bud of her ass once more — she was met with the further taste of velvet, salt, and rosemary, more strongly and present, and that rendered her a hungrier mess than before. She flicked upon it with her tongue in several, passionate lashes. She relished that hint of sweetness amongst the sea of savory salt, and that had made a groaning mess all the more. Tifa tensed, her fingers finding the silken sheets harshly and clutching onto them; there was a faint hiss that spilled through her lips, and though Aerith could not see it, there was a healthy shade of crimson finding itself upon her features. Her eyes had closed, and there was a scant trace of something more wistful upon her face as Aerith salivated over the confines of her succulent hole. "Fuck," Tifa hissed, though not entirely with an unkind tone. The soft drag of Aerith's tongue continued along the cleft; parting her labia, toying with the hood of her clit, encircling it, until Aerith lay her tongue flat against Tifa's delicacy and pulled upward, dragging her tongue along the entire length of her client's pussy and then across the sensitive bud itself. Tifa mewled softly, clutching still at the sheets, her cheeks burning, and core burning all the more. The tuft of hair that held around the width of her arousal was shaven, but the remnants of darkened whiskers remained to tickle at Aerith's chin, as dew seeped from it in droves. Her hands braced against the plush expanse of her clients backside, finding purchase in the molten heat of her quim and savoring just how readily Tifa could come untied at the act of a tongue prodding into her pussy; licking and lapping until it was threatening to appear raw and swollen and winking for a taste of true punishment.
There was an eagerness to their lovemaking, a wry desire to tread where she had not previously done so. Aerith’s tongue lay flat against her bud, until it was licked raw, to which she pulled away with but a single string of saliva connecting her mouth toward Tifa’s other entrance. "You taste sooo amazing,” she’d whispered, with some mild pride, as she rubbed a soft set of more than affectionate circles into her labia.
Another soft hum came, and with that, there a shift of weight upon the bed. Tifa lay there, murmuring sweet nothings, fingers threaded through the silk. She'd waved her backside to and fro, lightly, letting herself simmer and stir as further pleasure trickled down her upper-inner thigh. She closed her eyes shut, humming softly, suckling even softer, before she felt the weight of the bed shift yet again. The sounds of metal clinking together, through a threaded harness, was heard -- tight, incredibly tight, until it zipped into place. Tifa did not look yet her heart raced at the excitement of it all, the promise of what was to come. It'd been so long since someone was inside her. Aerith finished carefully fastening the binds to herself, so that the harness held just right, with the weight of the fake-cock dangling from its embrace in a soft droop. She applied a small applicant of clear-colored gel to its magicked base, and then worked her wrist into a figure-eight motion along the length of it, drawing toward the thickened head. She repeated the motion trebly, the noise becoming even more slick and sticky to the ears, before she hummed softly. She could feel the buzz of what was special about this particular device, the mako coursing through her in a moment of pleasure. With each stroke, the inherent fakeness of it was beginning to slowly fade... but it would not do so entirely until the strap had tasted the innards of another. "Mh. Don't hold those noises back from me," Aerith ordered sweetly.
She seized Tifa by the curve of her hips, gripping more intently as she used one hand to draw the tip of the cock toward the opening of her lips. When the head began to prod at the hole, Tifa mewled through the obstruction, until her eyes shot open -- the head pressed inward, parting her sensitive lips with ease, and then the thickness of the shaft had begun to slide inward. She jerked, softly, and moaned. Aerith cooed, feeling the faint portion of resistance, then reapplied herself. The lady in red redoubled her angle, and pressed with more intent, and to Tifa's shuddering groan the wealth of the strap-on found its way past the withering resistance of her pussy. Aerith let slip a quiet gasp, watching as the heft of it was soon swallowed by Tifa's cunt, slipping into her like a piece of cutlery through warm cream. She pressed, and pressed, and pressed until, eventually, Aerith's pelvis was kissing the breadth of Tifa's ass-cheeks.
Aerith remained there, rubbed a soft set of affectionate circles into the small of her back for several moments.
Then she seized her hips once more, and began to thrust in earnest.
Tifa threw her head back, in a soft whine as the knotted cock worked to split her in two, plunging deeply into the furthest recesses of one of her most delicate places. She grasped at the sheets, twisted them, cheeks burning hotly as Aerith continued to neglect her bud like she normally did in favor of focusing squarely upon the lips of her more than helpless cunt - the sight of it stretched somewhat by the heft of Aerith's strap was prideful in and of itself, but it was then that Aerith could feel it.
Slap came Aerith's hand against the curve of her ass. Tifa was a cacophony of sounds - soft mewls, excited whines, tentative gasps. They were a sweet assortment of as Aerith growled, lapping up the added helping of quim from her cunny. Aerith's soft yet booming croon of fuck, baby had prickled her ears just right as she angled the position of the materia-infused dick in a new fashion. Aerith entrusted her palm to Tifa's ass thrice more, the fighter mewled in response, her intentions caught somewhere in the realm betwixt satisfaction and dissatisfaction as Aerith reared back, her cock lewdly popping from out of the fat pussy lips beneath her. Aerith had accidentally thrust and slipped outwards, the dick shining somewhat with not just the pleasure from Tifa's warmth, but from the magic itself - the tingle that kissed Aerith's nerves felt too real, too true to form, and she loved it. And that was when she re-angled.
The dick parted the brunette's folds, and Tifa screamed. It felt like the best and worst all at once. She couldn't bear it. Tifa clawed against the mattress as Aerith was bucking her hips. On and on she thrust into her, working her fat dick into the fighter's helpless pussy, on and on she went, her tiny moans and pained whines doing nothing but adding to the sounds of pleasures echoing across the both of them. Every bump, and every ridge of the artificial sex slid to and fro, Tifa feeling every single inch in painstaking detail. It set her nerves on fire. The numbing pleasure battering her senses until she could do nothing but whine and ask for more. She was readily accepting the throbbing cock in her pussy, partially aware of how much hotter and sensitive and brimming to life it'd felt, as she could feel the looming orgasm that awaited her brush against the confines of pleasure. Aerith thrusted inward, and dragged it along every inch and ridge of her sensitive lips. Aerith wanted to leave her mark. Even amidst the throes of pleasure, she still mustered enough concern to know that fucking her in this way would change things, irrevocably. She would never be the same after that. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what kind of person she would be, considering everything she had already been through that night - but she was sure of one thing.
That cock could ruin her for good, as though nothing else would be able to satisfy Tifa in that way.
And Aerith seemed hellbent on ensuring as much. How many times would Tifa pay for this again? On and on and with even more? Aerith did not know nor had she cared in the moment, all she could focus on were the sensations. She felt the buzzing prime her pussy with an advent of pleasure, but the way in which the cock dove into Tifa began to batter her senses just as well, just as intensely, if not moreso. She could feel the fake length imbued with power, a filling that was threatening to burst; she knew well of abilities that could fool and entrance, but to finally put this to practice was a joy in and of itself; usually she was the one getting fucked, but now, the appeal wasn't simply growing on her, it could become a request in its own right.
The fucking grew faster, squelches of leftover quim spilling out of her as the Lady in Red increased her motions. Tifa knew it was coming, and that there was nothing she could. Nothing but savor the final few moments of who she was before the night had its way with her for good.
With a loud howl, Aerith slammed into her - Tifa's pussy accepting the weight of her whether she wanted to or not. Tifa screamed, crying out in a pleasure unbound as her pussy was stretched beautifully, blossoming around the length of Aerith's materia-infused sex. And it was in that moment, she came yet again. When her orgasm hit, it hit hard. Her body remained wracked with a full, trembling shock that rattled her bones and scorched her soul. It came in waves, coating every sense, every feeling, in a sea of ecstasy even with the added delirium. Her face beet-red, her limbs almost giving out, her eyes almost permanently stuck to the back of her head.. something inside Tifa broke, something that could hardly be repaired; a stream of liquid squirting from her pussy.
And when Aerith released the last of her own pleasure, the cock spewing so much, Aerith's mind raced as quickly as her heart from the feeling of so much added pleasure spurting from the head. she sowed her seed deep inside her, marking her permanently as someone who would never be the same. The lower part of her belly bulging the smallest bit from all the fluid she had been given. How real was this, how real would it feel in the morning and how much of it was a victim of fantasy; of momentary materia-dwelling bliss that allowed for certain impossibilities. Materia, particularly in the markets of Midgar, were capable of a great many things both numerous and wonderful and quite crass. Aerith's expense had paid off, as her own orgasm was finally beginning to ebb.
Tifa fainted, she had to. Finally, at long last, her head was allowed to lull and droop to the embrace of the pillow despite her best efforts to stay alert. Caught with her face down, ass up, she closed her eyes and her world subsequently went dark from everything her body endured that night.
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The morning after was something Tifa had grown accustomed to; often by her lonesome, occasional the silouette of someone from the previous night already in the middle of leaving, only sometimes with a note detailing how fun their previous tryst was. But it was rare for Tifa. Rarer still-- no, downright unheard of, was the feeling of weight and the scent of something sweet still nestled next to her in bed. Tifa blinked, rubbing the smallest shreds of sleep from her eyes; her body burned with the afterglow of pleasure. It was not that she was sore, per se, but instead the aftershocks of being so well and thoroughly fucked had refused to quell so quickly - not that she minded. Tifa glanced over her shoulder, and then carefully spun beneath the comfort of her sheets to notice the slender frame of Aerith's naked back towards her. It rose and fell in equal, gentle measure, and the sight brought a small smile to the fighter's lips. Tifa reached a hand out to touch her, even run a finger through the wealth of the messy chestnut of her hair, but the fighter refrained. Her nerves twisted. Her cunt warmed to the remembrance of the previous night, and Tifa had to control herself lest the shiver that worked itself through the lengths of her body awoke Aerith too suddenly and too soon. She wanted to savor this moment, let it last for as long as possible in the realm of this comfortable silence.
Typically, this was about the time she'd be up, freshening up in the bathroom, preparing for a run; some cardio to start the day before hitting the bar to tend to its numerous needs. Sometimes she'd do more, knock back some protein after hitting a gym, even if it were simply a round of push-ups, pull-ups, or another kind of movement. Push day, pull day, she'd worked it down to a proper regimen. But her mind raced with other ideas, an alternative to the cardio she sought.
Her thighs pressed gently together, chewing into her bottom lip temporarily as she finally brushed a hand across the sleeping shoulder of Aerith. The pads of her fingers danced gingerly over the expanse of skin, rubbing, rubbing, coursing down the length of the woman's arm. Then Tifa drew it backwards, softly, until the fighter felt content to repeat the motion -- but she did so with an even gentler pace than from before. She wanted to feel the gooseflesh rise to the surface, let the sensitivity of her skin be delighted by such a touch; before treading any further.
There was a soft shudder that worked itself through Aerith, and then, in the few seconds afterwards, a blissful sigh - quiet, but ever present. Tifa smiled to herself and shimmied closer, ensuring that the wealth of her tits were pressing into Aerith's back -- stiffened nipples rubbing gently over the expanse of thin muscle. Tifa curled, wrapping her arm around her lover from last night, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder; then, towards the base of her neck, and then again down the slope of where her neck and deltoid muscles kissed. Aerith exhaled once more, another shudder of pleasure running through her sleepy form.
Her voice was shaken. "H-Having... fun?"
Tifa could hold back no longer. Her kisses grew as Aerith's giggles had, until she and the worker were rolling together in a moment of playful passion, spinning atop the bed. Tifa's strength was deftly able to pin Aerith to the bed, to which the woman underneath wiggled somewhat in the efforts to tease and tantalize the fighter further. Aerith bit her lip. "Whose the mistress now... hmmm?"
Tifa leaned down and kissed her, more fiercely and more passionately than she had done so with any previous conquest. The women traded tongues gingerly, stifling back the swell of small moans and tiny grunts, as Tifa's lips soon left her and found themselves southward bound. The scent of her arousal proved strong - savory, molten hot, and tinged with the floral sweetness that contrasted well with the aforementioned sourness of her tarty cunt. And there was likewise the small bevy of shaven, brunter hair found the edges of her labia and above the hood; Tifa found herself amidst the throes of heaven. With a small, delighted hum, she pressed her face into the puffy mound. Taken by the heat, the scent, how ready she was - it was intoxicating.
Aerith's bottom lip fell open, a soft gasp working itself through her. Tifa’s nose had nudged at the hood of her clit as her lips pressed a series of kisses therein - the lower slit, the inner thigh, before dragging the length of her tongue across the wealth of it. With a gentle, dedicated moan, her lips softly enclosed around the clit itself, thrumming it in waves, to which Aerith cried out. Her chest heaved, as the woman began to toy with herself, playing with the wealth of her tits —the careful wobble, the sensitive touch to her nipples had worked to drive her all the more wild as Tifa ate her out.
The wealth of dew came in droves, several strands of it beginning to seep from her chin as she’d licked, sucked, and slurped through the pleasure the brunette flower girl was able to give. Tifa reveled in the heat of her cunt, the length of her tongue always threatening to dip below and lap at her bud, but never focusing solely there; she knew well of where their working relationship could go; the heights of pleasure seldom seen and with the advent of materia... who knew.
...relationship.
Tifa could have blushed at the thought, but with her face hidden beneath the growing heat and pleasure and sweat of her lover, it mattered little what the coloration upon the fighter's face was. The pair found themselves in sheer, unbridled bliss, and the present moment was what mattered most.
There was a hitch found somewhere in the back of her throat when Tifa moved gently. The embrace of her lips had found the inner thigh next, and moved in a trail of kisses. Light, affectionate, thorough. Peppered along the cream of her skin, Tifa felt the warmth of her body, the tension in her muscles. She held herself together so tightly, wound impossibly well, that with each kiss a further part of her had begun to melt. The framework of Aerith's body was wracked with an imperceptible shudder, but the slight quake in her legs was felt by the fighter, and a smile creased the wealth of her messy lips the further she neared the heat of her arousal; leaving in her wake a series of pleasure laden kisses. Licking and slapping and slurping, pulling the hood of her labia beneath Tifa's lips, her tongue thrummed it to no end, letting the gentle quake of Aerith's thighs move and work around the sides of the fighter's head; Tifa would have grinned, had her mouth not been so occupied at the moment.
Aerith's voice struggled to find purchase, incapable of articulating any such pleas or rebuke, moreso a reflexive impulse than it was true verbiage. With the pleasure clearly visible in traces of her mound, Tifa merely pressed her face toward the wealth of her arousal once more, savoring the feel of velvet upon her features, her nose nudging the hood of her labia. She mewled softly, and the older woman's thumb slid across the expanse of it once, twice, then... toward the speckling of shaven hair along the top and sides of her pussy. Neatly trimmed into a sea of soft-sensing whiskers. The feeling tickled her sensitive skin delightfully, to which she pressed a kiss to her mound before giving it several more laps of tongue. She was careful in her motions, dragging the muscle upwards, slowly, until sliding into a cross-section along the expanse of her petals. The fighter groaned softly at the taste of her. Soured tart with the floral underpinnings of something sweeter, she reveled in the grool of her cunny until the woman was beginning to whine in earnest, and quite loudly.
Aerith didn't have long, not now, there were flowers to tend to and other, potential clients to eventually charm with the wants and possibilities of her body, but...
She could make time for this.