Multiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds - Chapter 30

Multiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds

Chapter 30: Promiscuous Angel of Seventh Heaven Part 3

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 Remake

Tags: Voyeurism, Threesome, F/F, Orgy, Window Sex, DP

Yuffie’s mission wasn’t going very well.

Ever since their last, wildly successful mission where they’d snuck an ex-Soldier into Shinra and offed Hojo, security had been beefed up to ridiculous levels.

Even working with an entire AVALANCHE cell who had all the local knowledge and connections Yuffie could ask for, they’d failed spectacularly in penetrating their ironclad security - beefed up as it now was. None of her awesome ninjutsu, or her years of espionage and infiltration training had helped. Not only had she been rebuffed - and almost caught, ew - on each occasion, but she was no closer to succeeding than she had been after her first attempt.

Just imagining the smug look in the old man’s eyes if he learnt about this is pissing me the hell off!

Her efforts hadn’t left her completely empty-handed though. She had one more card to play - a First Class one, as it were.

Hehehe, good one.

From her position atop a nearby building, Yuffie looked down at the bustling Seventh Heaven bar and, with a frown of determination, donned her cloak before dropping down to street level and merging in with the crowd.

Her target should be within, and if not, would be soon.

She’d read the reports from the Wutai cell preceding her - not only had they spoken of a ruthless killer, someone insanely capable and able to be the battering ram she’d need to penetrate Shinra’s defenses, but she’d found they’d recently sold him out in an attempt to tie up all loose-ends and make a clean getaway.

Yuffie smirked.

Well, she’d made sure they wouldn’t be able to profit off their treachery. Unfortunately, further digging had revealed that all her efforts may have been for naught.

Her smirk fell.

Assholes!

The bar was even busier inside than it was outside. It had a sort of rustic, homey appeal, sure, but that couldn’t be it. As her experienced, super-ninja eyes scanned the bar, or rather, the beautiful woman manning it, she gave herself a metaphorical pat on the back when this clever mystery fell before her supreme skills of deductive reasoning. 

Sheesh. What a hottie. Why does she look so familiar…?

When she was finally able to pull her gaze away from those glorious tits, Yuffie scanned the crowd and let out a mental sigh of relief when she spotted her target seated at a booth in the far corner of the bar. She’d somehow missed him when entering herself, which would have been bad enough, but the large red dog seated at his feet made her mishap particularly embarrassing.

She froze.

Unfortunately, her target had spotted her too, his freaky mako-green eyes locked onto her with such intensity it made her knees briefly go weak.

Holy smokes. This is the guy that almost single-handedly busted down Shinra’s doors and killed Hojo…

Then she had another, completely inappropriate, though intrusive thought.

How the hell is he so goddamn beautiful?!

Instead of creating a scene, Yuffie slowly spread her empty hands in clear sight of the glaring mercenary - a universal sign of peace, before carefully approaching his table.

She tried her best to ignore the menacing growling rising up from beneath the table, though her sensitive ears also picked up the sounds of ominous mechanical clicking coming from there too, its origin a mystery to her. Her initial thought was that it was the readying of a gun, but the sounds didn’t quite match…

Not unless he’s hiding artillery under there…

Up close Cloud - the only name he’d given her compatriots - was even more beautiful. Yuffie had never been jealous of another man’s looks before, but this bozo was definitely something else…

Goddamn it, if time weren’t an issue, I’d absolutely let him tie me up and fuck my brains out…

Cloud didn’t speak, he didn’t even blink those haunting eyes, he just stared, his body tense and ready to burst into horrific violence in the blink of an eye.

She’d seen some of the footage. It was terrifying.

‘Right the silent type. Hello! I’m -’

‘I know who you are,’ he cut her off, his voice quiet and cold. ‘Wutai. You’ve been following me for hours. What do you want?’

Holy shit, he’s triggering all my teenage fantasies - NO! Focus Yuffie!

‘I-I’m, err, I’m gonna get something out of my pocket, it’s a recording device…’

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Yuffie reached into one of the pockets of her cloak and pulled out the device in question. She showed it to Cloud before gently setting it on the table. She didn’t slide it over and Cloud didn’t reach for it.

‘You’re going to want to listen to what’s on that, err, pretty soon. It’s kinda time sensitive.’

His arm tensed - surprisingly muscular - and he stared her down for a few more seconds before reaching to take the device and holding it up against his ear.

This wasn’t some kind of trick, and she knew he’d act on the intel.

Yuffie didn’t think the big, bad Soldier would take too kindly to hearing the infamous Turks discussing the logistics of dropping the huge, steel plate that dominated the skyline of the Sector 7 slums atop its less fortunate denizens - all in an effort to wipe out their AVALANCHE cell in particular, or, more accurately, him.

Though I guess less fortunate is relative. It’s not like they’re evacuating the poor bastards living up there either before dropping it…

Cloud did a good job of keeping his emotions schooled while listening to the damning voice recording. Yuffie wasn’t as disciplined, unfortunately - a fact her old man had repeatedly liked to hammer her with. Thankfully, her high-collared cloak hid the lower half of her face and her victorious smirk at seeing the beautiful bastard’s eyes narrow.

Shinra’s defenses had proven to be impenetrable to her more subtle approach at infiltration.

She was a ninja though, she’d use every weapon in her arsenal to get the job done.

Including unleashing a calamity like the mercenary Cloud, a human, mako-infused battering ram that would succeed where she’d failed.

And in the chaos…she’d slip in unnoticed and steal the Ultimate materia they were hiding.

For Wutai!

-

Tifa, while serving her beloved patrons drink after drink, made sure to keep her boyfriend in her periphery.

Nobody, not even those familiar with Cloud, usually bothered him at his table. Most knew he was Tifa's boyfriend, and if that weren't enough of an incentive to steer clear, his winning personality usually did the trick. 

That was why it was so notable that somebody approached his table - a woman, judging by the apparent sleight frame beneath her adorable moogle cloak. 

Not only had she approached, but she was speaking with her boyfriend in hushed tones, both Cloud, and the stranger's shoulders very obviously tensed.

He doesn't like what he's hearing…

Tifa let out a relieved sigh when her boyfriend eased his grip on the handle of the massive Fusion Sword under the table, but she still remained on edge as his posture stayed rigid.

She then spied Cloud putting something to his ear before her line of sight to his table was interrupted by an overly inebriated regular.

Handing out another drink with mechanical precision, Tifa's breath caught in her throat when, once her line of sight was restored, she found her boyfriend staring directly at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. 

This wasn't his usual smouldering gaze, the one he often favoured her with exclusively. 

No, this was something different. 

Something's wrong. 

She watched as he slowly stood - the cloaked figure taking the opportunity to slip out unnoticed - before putting his fingers to his lips. 

Shouting, laughter, all ambient sounds, heck, even the jukebox died out instantly before the deafening, piercing shriek of his whistle. All turned, their eyes wide as the normally stoic and silent Cloud made himself heard.

‘Get out.’ He commanded, his voice soft, deadly and easily carrying to the far corners of the room. ‘Now.’

‘The hell’s wrong with you, Pretty Boy?’ Barret’s hollered question carried far less heat than it may have a couple months ago, but he still sounded annoyed.

Instead of answering, Cloud flicked the object the stranger had given him across the room. It would have smacked Barret right in the forehead had Biggs’ not shot his hand out and snatched the missile out of the air with practised ease, saving their far less dextrous leader from such ignominy.

Barret was about to start screaming but held himself when his dark eyes landed on what Biggs held in his hand. Tifa finally realised it was some kind of tiny recording device when both men held it up between them and listened, their eyes never leaving Cloud’s steely gaze.

The bottom of Tifa’s stomach fell out when she saw both how much Biggs paled, and Barret’s huge shoulders trembled with rage.

‘Do as the pretty boy says!’ Barret ordered, his loud, booming voice like a cannon blast in the relative silence. Seeing that nobody was listening and either frozen with shock or indecision, the large man launched himself to his feet and slammed a huge, meaty fist down on the metal table, denting it. ‘NOW, FOOLS! WE'RE CLOSED!’

Tifa was as shocked as everyone else - not by her volatile friend's outburst - that was annoyingly typical - but by the look in Barret’s haunted eyes. 

Nevertheless, the patrons started to file out one after another, grumbling unhappily. Tifa didn't speak until she ushered the last customer through the door with a smile and apologetic bow, but when she did, she made sure to reign in her anger.

She trusted her boys, they wouldn't pull this stunt without a damn good reason. 

She didn't speak, she didn't need to. Seeing the look in her eyes, Cloud wrapped a comforting arm around her lower back, pulled her closer and explained. 

‘Shinra knows we're here. Rather than coming in force, they're just going to drop the plate down on our heads to wipe us all out in one go.’

As if it needed explaining, Cloud pointed to the ceiling for emphasis at the mention of said plate.

The city of Midgar was a sprawling, industrial metropolis, one of its main features its massive, circular plates suspended high above the ground, each forming a self-contained sector and towering over the impoverished slums below, blocking out the sun and plunging them into perpetual night. 

Were the support struts that held the plate above their heads up taken out, not only would they all be instantly wiped out in the catastrophic fallout, but so would the tens of thousands that lived on the plate itself. 

All of them, Shinra's own people.

Tifa’s hands flew to her mouth in horror. 

No way, that's too much. Even for them! 

‘Is this some kind of sick joke?’ At this point, Tifa was asking more out of hope than any actual belief that the monolithic tyrants wouldn't stoop so low. ‘Or maybe a trick to flush us out?’

‘I dunno the Turks he's giving the orders to,’ Biggs began, his rough, angular face still pale, ‘but the man on that recording is Heidegger, head of Shinra's Public Safety division…’

Barret snorted derisively. ‘Public safety my hairy ass, that fool’s the head of Shinra's army. He don't mess around.’

The silence was broken by a troubled sounding Aerith, whose hands had flown to her mouth the moment the enormity of the situation had sunk in. ‘They’d just kill all those people? Just like that? Casual cruelty for their enemies, I understand, but the people on the plate? They work for Shinra!’

More troubled silence followed her impassioned proclamation, one that was interrupted by Wedge, his pudgy face set in an uncharacteristically angry scowl.

‘The riots…’

Tifa's eyes widened in shock, the implications dawning on her, and the others, at the same time. Much of Midgar’s industry was concentrated on the Sector Eight plate, but most of their workers lived and commuted from the seventh.

Dropping the plate on their heads not only would likely wipe out their eco-terrorist problem, but would kill most of the workers making a nuisance of themselves asking for better pay…

Two birds, one plate.

‘You all need to leave,’ Cloud suddenly spoke up, his voice firm and his eyes narrowed. ‘At least until the heat dies down.’

Tifa matched his stare, no doubt looking as unimpressed by his suggestion as she felt. ‘What do you mean you all, Mister? What about you?’

They all started in surprise when Cloud held out his hand and his massive, new sword came flying through the air with all the momentum of a missile. Still, he caught the deadly projectile with ease and held it over his shoulder, his eyes smouldering with barely-repressed rage.

‘Apparently Shinra didn’t take my last lesson to heart,’ he continued with such a cold, ruthless tone that it sent a shiver down Tifa’s spine. ‘I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than bloody their nose this time. Nanaki, go with them, keep them safe.’

Both Cloud and the strange leonine, canid creature had grown close ever since the blonde had rescued him from Shinra’s clutches, evidenced by Nanaki just nodding in affirmation as he sat on his haunches.

‘Shit! God fucking DAMMIT! Jessie, give me a hand, we need to go and get Marlene!’

‘On it, boss!’

Everyone was already mobilizing with only a few curt words from Cloud, none of them questioning his orders.

Tifa was no passive wallflower though, and she felt a white hot rage building in her breast.

Spinning around, she shoved Cloud in the chest, hard. Their spars, especially without his weapon, ended mostly in her favour. The beautiful raven-haired woman was used to having her way with her boyfriend, so she was surprised when she found his mako-infused body unyielding.

It was like trying to push a boulder, only heavier.

‘Are you crazy?! I’m not going anywhere and letting you fight Shinra alone!’

She was mentally preparing for a lot of macho bullshit, thinking of a host of verbal counters before he could even give voice to his insane reasoning. Somehow, her boyfriend still caught her by surprise.

‘Can you fly?’

The absurd non-sequitur caught her so off-guard that Tifa thought he would have been less effective had he just backhanded her across the face.

‘Wha…?’

Seeing her confusion, Cloud sighed and wrapped his free arm around her slender shoulder, pulling her into his comforting embrace. When he pulled back, he shocked them all by throwing his sword to the ground. Rather than the incredibly dense weapon clattering to the floor however, it hovered in place like the world’s deadliest hoverboard, Cloud’s gravity materia working overtime to keep it steady. He hopped aboard, his arms crossed and his balance, frankly, enviable.

‘This isn’t like last time. Speed is the goal. I’ll take out whoever they sent to blow up the supports then I’ll make sure all their attention is focused on me.’

They were all watching him with awe as he shot off like a rocket, blasting through the doors of the Seventh Heaven and out into the slums outside. They hurriedly followed him out and saw him floating ten meters in the air, his gaze scanning the plate-obscured sky for his next target.

Before he shot off, he turned back to them one last time. ‘Go on, get out of here. Make as much noise as possible - you don’t want them targeting the Slums after we’re gone.’

Tifa crouched low, gathering chakra to her legs, and shot up into the sky. She landed on the tip of Cloud’s blade and, as if proving a point, it swayed precariously at the extra, unexpected weight.

There was no way she’d be able to go with him without completely butchering his speed and manoeuvrability. As the floating sword bobbed and swayed, Tifa flung her arms around Cloud’s neck and pulled him down into a heated kiss, one he eventually returned.

Her vision blurred, frustration, anger and fear causing her emotions to go haywire. There was so much she wanted to say, but now that she was faced with maybe never seeing the love of her life again, words failed her.

‘I know,’ Cloud whispered, as if reading her mind. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not interested in throwing my life away. Just make sure the others get out safely, okay? I love you.’

‘I -’ she couldn’t get the words out, her turbulent emotions paralysing her tongue, her body trembling with fear.

‘I’ll find you, I promise,’ he whispered directly into her ear, his sword slowly lowering to the ground as he gently placed her next to the others.

He gave them all one last look. That would have been the time for a charming, charismatic leader to part with a few words to give his comrades confidence.

That wasn’t Cloud’s style.

With a final, firm nod, he shot off like a missile directly towards the sound of an approaching helicopter far up above, faster than they ever could have managed had they all gone together.

Cloud, if you die… I’ll - I’ll kill you!

-

Cloud bisected the latest obstacle between him and his objective with a shoulder check followed by an almighty backhand swing of his monstrous blade. 

The black-haired Turk died like the rest of his comrades had that evening.

In pieces, and with a look of terrified shock immortalized on their lifeless faces. 

They'd pretty quickly stopped throwing regular Shinra soldiers at him, after proving how inadequate they were when he'd first stormed Heidegger’s office and killed the moustache-twirling psychopath. 

When his next destination became apparent, whoever was left to organise this sad defence had started to send Soldiers after him, each under the direct command of the recently dead Turk.

He recognised the man as one of the ones he'd helped rescue Aerith from - the other two dying in a fiery explosion when his flying sword had impacted their helicopter like a missile. She'd been on a first-name basis with the arrogant man - a strange level of familiarity to have with one's captors, in his opinion. 

I wonder if she'll be upset. 

With a careless shrug, Cloud cleaned the man's blood off his sword with an almighty flick of his wrist, the oversized weapon almost causing visible distortions in the air at its passing. 

Looking up, he stared at the locked double-doors leading to the President's office with a blank expression, knowing the man within could see everything through his surveillance system. The lack of any further reinforcements either let him know the man had decided to stop wasting resources, or that his men were no longer obeying his orders. 

He's likely got something ready for me in there too, otherwise he'd have tried to run.

Inhaling deeply, Cloud slung the massive Fusion Sword over his shoulder and hung it on its brace before smashing down the thick, wooden doors barring his way with a mako-empowered boot.

The door exploded in a shower of splinters revealing the large open space of the President's office. The man himself stood looming over his desk at the other end of the room, an entire wall of windows behind him revealing the thick smog that perpetually hung in the sky above the city, as well as an occupied helipad. 

One the President hadn't even bothered to use. 

Cloud struggled not to scoff at the ridiculous message the man was trying to convey. 

He should have run while he had the chance. 

The President's angrily flushed face was set in a vicious scowl, his bulky body trembling with rage.

‘So you think cutting down a few Turks and their pet soldiers makes you a hero?’ Condescension dripped from his mocking tone like honey. ‘You think you, a failed experiment, can bring down someone like me? The President of Shinra?! I OWN THIS FUCKING WORLD!’

He seems to think he's in an advantageous position. Wonder why? 

Cloud didn't humour the man, instead, with a twist of the handle over his shoulder, he collapsed the Fusion Sword into its component blades, flinging each towards the smug man like gravity-propelled missiles. 

He wears too much white, I think his outfit could do with a splash of red…

Unfortunately, before his blades could pierce the smug man, they impacted hard against a shield made of overlapping hexagrams of light.

The smug grin fell away however when the blades didn't just fall to the ground, and instead just pushed harder and harder against the barrier, the full force of Cloud’s mastered gravity materia powering them. 

Just as cracks started to form and spread out from each of his blade's points of contact, a shuffling of cloth behind Cloud grabbed both his, and his target's attention.

The President, who had been watching the myriad blades crushing his shield with an obviously false bravado suddenly paled, his gaze going beyond Cloud and to the generous opening the ex-Soldier had made of his office door.

His sensitive ears had perked up long before his target had noticed something amiss, but seeing the look of horror on the President's face, Cloud slowly turned, his eyebrows gently raising at what he saw. 

He'd left everyone in his wake dead, unequivocally, either bisecting or skewering them in a way that left no room for a comeback with a healing materia. 

The man who stood in the doorway - one of the many Soldiers he'd torn through on his way from Heidegger’s office - bore the marks of having been skewered by his massive blade, a hole in his chest so large that Cloud could almost see right through him, were it not for the curtain of entrails obscuring the cavity. 

Shockingly, none of that was as eye-catching as the creepy, all-too-familiar smile on the dead man’s face, a smile that had haunted his dreams and nightmares ever since that fateful night in Nibelheim. 

Cloud had poured through all of Hojo’s research on the Jenova project, stolen from his very own computer after he'd killed the man. Self-interest had been the initial driver for his curiosity, wanting to know exactly what the mad scientist had done to his body. 

His research had revealed so much more, however. Not only had Sephiroth survived Cloud’s dumping of him into the life stream, but the event had made the legendary warrior more powerful than ever. Hojo had observed that Sephiroth - Subject S - though somewhere in the life stream itself, could exert his will over and dominate anyone also implanted with the Jenova gene. 

Which, as it turned out, was every single Soldier in existence, including Cloud himself. 

As if the mere thought had triggered a response, Cloud felt an intense spike of pain shooting through his mind, though he didn't let it show on his blank face. 

That psychopath’s will isn't stronger than my own. 

Before the deranged puppet master could launch another mental attack, Cloud shot towards him like a speeding bullet. The majority of the Fusion Sword’s component blades still worked at the President's shield, but the core blade was just as effective on its own, and much lighter.

He slashed over and over, using the momentum of the previous attack to smoothly chain into the next - despite it all, the Sephiroth-controlled clone dodged each strike like a feather in the wind, the smug and condescending smile on his face never dropping.

‘Do you really think it matters, Cloud?’ the dead clone taunted in its own voice, but Cloud’s mind superimposed Sephiroth’s calm and sinister tone over it. ‘No matter how many times you fight, how many times you try to resist, you'll always be a puppet. My puppet.’

What's the point of this? If he wanted to kill me and he's as powerful now as Hojo theorised, he could have possessed every Soldier I left behind and had them all come at me at once.

Mocking laughter greeted his efforts as Sephiroth continued to have the dead Soldier dance just out of his reach. That all changed when, with a silent application of will, Cloud commanded his gravity magic to bring two of his blades back to him just as the puppet dodged out of his latest attack.

Caught unaware and unable to alter the body's movement midair, the two short blades of the Fusion Sword caught the puppet in the shoulder blades and pinned him up the steel wall.

Still, the mocking smile didn't leave the puppet’s lips.

‘Look around you, Cloud. Do you even know why you're here? You're chasing shadows, always a step behind… just like you were in Nibelheim.’ The mocking smile turned cruel. ‘Do you remember what happened there?’

He's fishing and trying to bait me, trying to get intel he doesn't have while hoping to goad me into something stupid.

Cloud's blank facade finally broke, and a small, mocking smile of his own curled in his lips.

One that didn't reach his eyes. 

He leaned in close so his lips were pressed against the ear of the already dead Soldier, the flat of his blade almost crushing the corpse against the heavily reinforced wall.

‘Pathetic.’

Cloud wasn't really a monologuing kind of guy, not like the narcissist controlling the corpse in front of him. A part of him wanted to threaten Sephiroth, to tell him his days were numbered and that he would end both him and the parasite he so worshipped.

But what would be the point? 

Instead, he called upon his favourite materia, one he had infinitely more experience with than his most recent, valuable acquisition.

Lightning crackled up and down Cloud’s arm before he sent his most powerful Thundaga into the corpse, before Sephiroth could even get another word in. The body seized, then started to smoke, before all the water left in it evaporated, the leftover organic material instantly combusting until all that was left was a cloud of ash.

Cloud slowly turned back to the President, who had noticeably paled at the spectacle. Poetically, it was at that moment his remaining blades shattered the barrier protecting him, leaving him vulnerable. 

‘W-wha, who, who are you?’

In a fit of panic, the President hit a button on his desk and over a dozen machine-gun turrets popped out of the ceiling and walls, each of them turning to aim at him. 

His arm still crackling with electricity, Cloud sent another surge that split up and zapped each turret individually, the concentrated lightning instantly frying and overloading the guns’ onboard circuitry. 

Again, a part of him knew that this was the time to say something cold, something that would make the monster trembling before him piss himself, but even with the recent inspiration from his hated enemy, Cloud just didn't have it in him.

I have to deal with this trash, then make sure their army doesn't follow the others out of Midgar…

With an anticlimactic flexing of his will, the President was skewered by each of the Fusion Sword's component blades, his expression forever frozen in a rictus of terror. 

Almost lazily, Cloud held out the core blade and had the others return and slot back into place with satisfying, mechanical clicks.

He had a lot of work to do, especially if he wanted to make sure Tifa and the others could escape Midgar with as little drama as possible. 

Cloud wasn't naive. He'd dealt an even bigger blow to Shinra that day, but he didn't delude himself into thinking this would be the end of hostilities.

Shinra would regroup, appoint a new CEO - likely the President's promising progeny - and seek revenge. 

They would no longer be safe in Midgar, not until Shinra was dismantled for good.

-

When he’d finally escaped, Cloud had left Midgar in chaos.

He also made sure his exit was as loud and conspicuous as possible - he didn’t need to leave doubt in his pursuer’s minds, only to have them go back to harassing the downtrodden of the Midgar Slums.

Wrapping his body and sword up in an earthy-coloured cloak, Cloud had led the countless Soldier-led infantrymen on a chase through the arid desert immediately surrounding the bustling metropolis - notably, in the opposite direction of his true destination.

Cloud spent days allowing himself to be spotted, before using his training and experience to disappear into the sands and craggy rock, leaving his pursuers frustrated and dumbfounded. He didn’t know exactly who had the energy to keep up the search, but they seemed tenacious.

After almost a week of the cat and mouse game, Cloud used a complex cave network he’d discovered as bait, luring the Shinra soldiers inside and heavily implying he was hiding out within. Naturally, he was long gone by the time they finally realised he’d given them the slip.

Circling back around to the likely route his girlfriend and her companions had taken, he questioned the people in several of the closest settlements to Midgar until, upon reaching Kalm, he got a hit.

At least they were trying…

Despite all their best efforts at subterfuge, it was rather hard to keep a low profile as such a large group - especially with Barret and Nanaki amongst their number.

He followed their trail all the way to Junon, where he learned they’d taken the ferry to Costa Del Sol - given the amount of security about in the lead up to Rufus’ inauguration, Cloud wondered how exactly they’d managed that.

The most likely explanation was, of course, that they’d slipped the net before it could properly tighten around them, with Cloud having bought them enough time and anonymity to do so with his antics.

A more… naughty possibility had Cloud’s mind conjuring images of his beautiful girlfriend, on her knees, servicing a handful of Shinra infantrymen while the others slipped through unnoticed.

He banished the ludicrous thought. As titillating an image as it was, Cloud didn’t have time to indulge in naughty fantasies.

Tifa’s corrupting me…

Unfortunately, Cloud wouldn’t be able to cross the sea as the others had. He was too recognizable, with Shinra being on too high alert. It wasn’t worth the risk, not to mention that he was unwilling to undo all the good work he’d managed leading Shinra on a merry goosechase across the arid countryside.

He had to find another way to cross the Junon Channel, one that wouldn’t bring the might of Shinra’s army in on his heels.

As he’d been doing more and more lately, he found himself leaning on his new Gravity materia.

Heading to Under Junon where the Shinra presence was far less heavy, Cloud stocked up on ethers before disappearing, noticing he was drawing far too many curious gazes. The locals likely thought him a monster hunter of some kind, even if Cloud had stashed his weapon before coming to town.

Leaving as few breadcrumbs as possible for any potential bounty hunters that may come looking, Cloud headed North along the coast and away from Junon, consulting his map for the narrowest point to cross the channel. 

When looking out West from the shore, the Corel continent was still far enough away that it wasn’t visible on the horizon. Regardless, when even charting a fishing boat would likely lead someone competent to follow his trail, Cloud took the only option available to him.

He waited until night then started to fly across atop his blade, making sure to keep low on the water to avoid being spotted. There were a few close calls, where helicopters and aeroplanes veered a little too close, but Cloud just dove underwater until they passed over.

It was an incredibly mana intensive journey, and he was popping ethers like they were shots - something he would pay for, later - but Cloud managed to cross the channel before the sun rose the next day.

Tired and completely spent, Cloud only just managed to crawl into a hidden alcove on the beach he’d landed on before passing out from exhaustion, his head throbbing with pain and desperate for one of Tifa’s chakra-fuelled massages. 

When consciousness returned, the sun was high in the sky and his mouth was as dry as the Midgar desert. Taking a swig from his waterskin, he had a meal of military rations before consulting his map.

Costa Del Sol was only a few hours to the South… by sword flight.

His head throbbed painfully at the thought, his recent exertions having very much overtaxed him.

‘Kweh? Kweeeeh!’

Cloud’s head shot up at the familiar call, chastising himself for not noticing the disturbance sooner.

I still need more practice with the Gravity Materia…

A grin tugged at Cloud’s lips however when he saw the source of the disturbance. A single, forest green chocobo was being chased by a pack of ravenous fangs. Still exhausted, Cloud stood, his hand on the hilt of his Fusion Sword.

I’ve got enough energy for this…

By the time he arrived at Costa Del Sol, it was late afternoon and the sun was starting to set. His mount let out a mournful kweh when he released her with a scritch on her underbeak and a pressing together of their foreheads.

He’d always had a knack for handling Chocobos.

Costa del Sol was a paradisiacal resort town, nestled along the shimmering coastline of the Corel continent. A vibrant hub of leisure and commerce, tourists flocked to it for its white-sand beaches that stretch along the coast, lapped by turquoise waves that sparkle in the sunlight.

Inhaling deeply, Cloud could just make out the scent of tropical fruit over that of the salty sea, and he instantly felt his muscles relax. Costa Del Sol was a town that thrived on indulgence, a paradise where life seemed perpetually relaxed and unhurried.

I can’t think of a better place to lay low… I hope Tifa is around.

If he had to lay low, he could think of worse places to do so…

The winding cobblestone streets were lined with short, squat buildings walled with stucco, their terracotta roofs shining in the sunlight. It felt like every one of them was either an inn, cafe, or shop selling fresh fish, trinkets or swimsuits, and each of them was filled with tourists.

Taking to the roofs in question, he scoped out the slice of paradise and didn’t see any overt Shinra presence - though he didn’t doubt many of the tourists themselves were, if not executives with their families, then middle-management who’d somehow earned themselves a holiday as a bonus.

Unlike the nearby Golden Saucer, Shinra very much owned Costa Del Sol - or more specifically, the port that was of heavy, strategic importance to their operations.

Cloud would need to be careful. He didn’t doubt that the locals would rat him out in a heartbeat, and while that thought didn’t particularly worry him, he’d rather not turn the charming resort town into a battlezone.

Stealing a trucker cap and a pair of large, aviator sunglasses from the open-air stalls lining the streets, Cloud disguised his most recognisable features with both before slipping into one of the busier clothing stores to buy a loose shirt, board shorts and sandals.

He found a secure place to stash his armour and weapon before finally taking to the streets, blending right in with the other tourists. Now able to explore more freely, Cloud searched the local hotels and inns before finally running into a pair of familiar faces.

Thankfully, despite their obvious shock when they finally pierced his disguise - he didn’t look that weird in his beach clothes, did he? - both Biggs and Wedge didn’t make a scene when he joined them at their table at the beach bar he’d found them in.

Both had also ditched their armour, their need for disguises beyond doing that far less severe than his own.

Both were also happy to see him, each buying him a drink and toasting him for having killed both Heidegger and the President. After calming down, they’d gone on to describe their journey from their escape from Midgar, to where he found them now.

‘Barret, Marlene, Red and Jessie went ahead of us to the Golden Saucer,’ Biggs explained with a casual shrug.

‘They’ve got schools there for Marlene,’ Wedge took over with a shy smile. ‘And the big guy can more easily blend in there than he can here.’

‘I don’t think Barret can blend in anywhere…’

Biggs laughed and clapped him on the back. ‘Don’t worry about that. Jessie still has contacts at the Saucer from her days there as a singer. She finally made contact and is sending a helicopter tonight to pick us up.’

‘What about Tifa and Aerith?’

Wedge laughed awkwardly. ‘Tifa made it very clear that she wasn’t going anywhere until you showed up. Aerith said she’d keep her company.’

Biggs continued for his comrade. ‘Your girlfriend has barely left the beach ever since we got here. She watches the docks like a hawk, scoping out every single passenger disembarking from the ferry.’

Cloud felt warmth blossom in his chest at how worried Tifa was for him.

‘What about you guys? What’ve you been doing?’

‘We ran into an old friend, believe it or not,’ Wedge explained with an embarrassed giggle. ‘Hadn’t seen him for years, apparently he’s doing pretty well for himself now, has his own out-of-the-way hotel over on the other side of the resort.’

‘Right, it was pretty fortuitous. Johnny’s hotel is more a series of bungalows in the forest, great for privacy. We’ve just been laying low and helping him with maintenance.’

Cloud’s eyes, still hidden by his aviators, shone with excitement. ‘Is that where Tifa is?’

It was getting late, and though the beach bars never closed, he didn’t know if the ferry would be docking again that evening.

Biggs barked out a laugh and took another sip of his drink. ‘You that eager to get your ass kicked, pretty boy?’

Cloud winced then let out a long, suffering sigh. ‘Better to get it over with now than drag it out…’

Both Biggs and Wedge snorted, then clinked glasses with him. ‘Wise man.’

-

Tifa let out a melancholic sigh as she retook her seat on the umbrella lounge, resuming her steadfast vigil. 

There would be one last ferry for the day in a couple of hours - these timetables were never precise, she had intimate knowledge of that at this point - and she'd be here when it did, ready to scan everyone disembarking with a growing desperation she was starting to loathe. 

It certainly didn't help that she had a perpetual, poignant reminder of what could go wrong keeping her company these past few weeks…

Tifa let out another despondent sigh, mentally chastising herself for her cruel thoughts. Aerith had been nothing if not an upbeat, cheerful ally in these trying times, always ready with a silly quip or joke just when Tifa started to feel overwhelmed. 

How does she do it? Especially after we told her what happened to Zack…

Tifa mused that the Cetra had a lot more time to find peace with the reality of Zack never coming back, even if it had only been confirmed for her with Cloud’s testimony. 

She's so strong…

If Tifa were being honest with herself, she knew she was being silly. Cloud was powerful, very powerful. She'd sparred with him enough to know how much he had to hold back during their training. 

She couldn't help but worry though, especially with the knowledge that Sephiroth was still out there somewhere, actively messing with her boyfriend's mind. 

She slapped her cheeks several times and shook her head, trying to dispel it of the unhelpful thoughts. 

If she had to wait for her boyfriend, there were few places in the entire world better to do so than Costa Del Sol - even if she couldn't help but see signs of Shinra oppression and extravagance everywhere she looked. 

Those thoughts had negatively tinted the objectively beautiful resort town in her eyes, until she'd run into an old friend and everything was put into perspective. 

I still can't believe Johnny, of all people, managed to make something of himself. He's always been, err, energetic. It's nice to know he's found a worthy place to channel all that enthusiasm of his…

She was being a little unkind. Honestly, Johnny's hotel - or rather, his mini-resort within a resort - along with the private beach he'd laid claim to, was one of Costa Del Sol’s premier attractions…

Tifa's cheeks flushed with heat and she bit her lip to mask her sultry smile. 

One of Costa Del Sol's premier adult-only attractions, she mentally amended.

Her smile dimmed. Her unserviced libido and pure, voyeuristic curiosity kept tugging at her to see what the naughtier side of the resort town had to offer, but without Cloud here, she hadn't been in the mood.

Instead, Tifa spent her days in paradise parked in her usual spot, shaded from the sun under a large umbrella while sipping on delicious, fruity cocktails.

While the girls didn't stand out as much as Barret, Nanaki or Cloud, that didn't mean they hadn't taken precautions. They'd left Midgar in a hurry, but even if they hadn't, neither woman had ever really had much need for swimsuits. 

They'd both seen to that glaring hole in their wardrobes on day one, going a little overboard in the process. 

Aerith, though spunky, was far more modest in her choices. Initially. When Tifa had pointed out, with no small amount of thinly disguised mischief, that men ogling her tits and ass were far less likely to focus on her face, the Cetra had blushed like a tomato. 

Notably, she also didn't resist when Tifa proceeded to pick out half a dozen of the most risque swimsuits the store had to offer. She hadn't quite mustered the courage to wear the micro bikinis out in public, but it was only a matter of time. 

Tifa wore a very skimpy, stringy piece that left little of her boobs to the imagination, showing plenty of cleavage from every angle. Her bottoms barely covered her nethers, the thong disappearing between her ass cheeks. 

She'd had to deal with dirty looks from wives and mothers as the bikini toed the line of being inappropriate, but with how little men focused on her face, combined with the fact that she also wore a droopy, wide-brimmed hat and shades, she felt safe. 

I wonder how we'll disguise Cloud… we'll be stuck here until Jessie gives us the call, and with Biggs and Wedge leaving tonight, it might be a few weeks before she can set us up…

She snorted. Stuck in paradise, how unfortunate. 

Speaking of her boyfriend, there'd been a lot of excited whispers regarding his exploits, and the fallout of them, all over the resort town. 

At first, Tifa wasn't sure she believed the fantastical tales of Cloud having not only defanged the serpent, but cut off its head too. Then she started to note the general unease amongst the Shinra employees that called Costa Del Sol their home. 

It had all been confirmed however when news of Rufus’ inauguration made it across the channel. 

I'm still mad at you…but good job…

‘He’ll be okay…’ Tifa started so hard she nearly jumped a foot in the air at the unexpected contact on her shoulder. Aerith giggled at her reaction, then smiled. ‘Cloud’s strong.’

Looking over at her Cetra friend, Tifa favoured her with an apologetic smile. ‘Sorry, I've been ignoring you, I'm a terrible friend.’

‘Don't be silly!’ Aerith denied in alarm, her green eyes wide. ‘Trust me, I understand…’ An awkward silence settled between them as the sensitive topic was unintentionally broached. Thankfully, Aerith masterfully dispelled it with a wink and a naughty grin. ‘Besides, all you missed was three groups of cute boys who mustered up the courage to chat us up…’

‘What? Really?!’

How did I miss that?!

Tifa's eyes widened and she, for the first time in a while, scanned her surroundings. Despite it being late in the afternoon, the beach was still crowded with other holiday-goers, the party just beginning as the sun set.

Despite their rather risque bathing suits, she couldn't help but note that both she and Aerith blended in too. They weren't the only women who'd decided to show off the goods it seemed and, ironically, it was the conservative mothers in their more modest outfits that stuck out more.

Tifa finally noticed the groups of young men not-so-discreetly sending them appreciative glances.

Aerith laughed loudly at seeing the shocked expression on Tifa's face. ‘You know, you're an amazing wing-woman - in that bikini, you're like prime bait I'm using to reel all the cuties in, then you ignore them and they settle for me.’

Tifa rolled her eyes at the ridiculous joke. While it looked like Aerith was wearing a relatively modest, pink, one-piece swimsuit, all she had to do was stand to give all their admirers a delicious eyefull.

Though she wore one of the more modest suits Tifa had picked out for her, that was absolutely grading on a scale. When Aerith turned, not only was her pale back completely bared - the suit plunging almost all the way down to her soft ass - but the lower half of the one place was an incredibly daring thong that disappeared between the cheeks of her ass.

While Tifa hadn't been paying anything but the horizon much attention, she had seen every man's gaze follow her friend’s swaying hips when she went to get them refills. 

‘Don't be silly,’ Tifa admonished with an exasperated roll of her eyes. ‘No one is settling for you.’

There was something about the resort town that unlocked the devil in Aerith. At first horrifically embarrassed when Tifa teased her about ogling the talent on the beach, a combination of some good ‘ol immersion therapy and the confidence brought on by a sexy swimsuit had Aerith giving just as well as she got. 

As if the universe wanted to make a liar out of her, Tifa having snapped out of her fugue state had apparently encouraged one of the ogling men to approach.

And he made a beeline for Tifa, directly. 

The man was as tall as Barret, though built more like her boyfriend, with skin so bronzed Tifa wondered if he lived on the beach. His delicious, oiled-up body was rippling with shredded muscles and, judging by the bulge in his tiny swimsuit, he had a valid reason for the confident smile on his handsome features. 

On any other day, Tifa would have loved to play with him - he was right up her alley, aesthetically. 

Unfortunately, she still wasn't in the mood. 

Even though his crotch was shoved a little too close to her face, he was hot and mostly charming, so she let him down gently. 

‘Sorry,’ she apologized with a pretty, conciliatory smile. ‘I'm waiting for my boyfriend to join us, he's late because of work.’ Her smile turned devious and she motioned her head towards Aerith, who was watching the proceedings with thinly veiled amusement. ‘My girlfriend here has been perving on you boys almost as much as you've been perving on us though, maybe you should ask her for some fun?’

Aerith’s squeal of mortification had Tifa cackling like crazy, the uninhibited laughter making her feel lighter than she had in weeks. She didn't even try to stop the Cetra’s assault of furious, retributory slaps, though Tifa couldn't help but note her blushing friend focusing her strikes a little too much on her boobs for it to be an accident.

Their play-fighting was interrupted when the sexy, nameless man let out a carnal groan, his palm covering his suddenly more pronounced bulge. The man was apparently happy with how receptive they were to his advances, even if he'd struck out.

‘Trust me, I'd love to, but my boy over there called dibs on her the second he laid eyes. He's a bit shy.’

‘Oh?’ Aerith grinned cheekily at the news before perking up, a glint of something other than innocent curiosity in her eyes. ‘Which one?’

The guy’s smile turned positively devious before he eagerly pointed the prospective suitor out. The friend had, of course, been watching the proceedings with great interest, so he was immediately aware that he'd been thrown under the bus. 

The freak out, even from a distance, was hilarious. Tifa couldn't help but join in on the laughter at his expense. 

At a distance, Tifa could tell he wasn't as big or muscular as the guy who'd hit on her, but his pale body still looked ripped, the red that blossomed on what she thought was a handsome face little to do with the sun.

‘Oh, he's really cute…’

Can she even tell at this distance? He's on the other side of the beach…

The man beside them turned and laughed. ‘I'll tell him you said that.’

‘No! Don't!’ Before Tifa could encourage Aerith out of her supposed timidity, the Cetra turned to her and winked. ‘I think I'll tell him myself.’

Tifa’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she favoured her friend with an encouraging smile. Aerith had been in a pretty sombre mood ever since Cloud had confirmed for her the fate of her missing fiancé - it was good to see her in such high spirits. 

‘You go, girl.’

Aerith's smile dimmed. ‘You'll be okay?’

Tifa rolled her eyes and snorted. ‘Go, have some fun. You've kept me company long enough, you've officially passed the Bestie Test.’

Aerith's smile returned with full force and she clapped excitedly before wrapping Tifa up in a hug. With her lips so close to Tifa's ear, she felt comfortable enough leaving her with one final, salacious message. 

‘Spirits, I need to get laid so bad.’

They parted and shared a conspiratorial giggle before Aerith turned to their guest and held out a delicate hand, like a princess. 

‘I guess I'll be in your care, Mister Tall, Dark and Handsome.’

The man, looking incredibly pleased by the recent development, took Aerith's hand and scratched the back of his head with the other. ‘Oh crap, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Paul, my buddy over there is Chris.’

‘Well Paul, why don't you introduce us?’ Aerith allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Tifa saw her reaching for her towel and - correctly guessing she was about to wrap it around her shoulders for some modesty - snatched it and tugged it out of her reach before she could. 

Aerith's face flushed crimson when she realised what had happened, but she quickly got over it. With another impish grin, she boldly squared her shoulders and soldiered on ahead of Paul, exposing her naked back and thong covered ass to the gaping Adonis.

‘You better hurry,’ Tifa teased the man as he continued to stare and gape at Aerith's swaying hips and soft, pale ass. ‘Your buddy might have called dibs, that doesn't mean you're out of the game…’

Paul turned to her and grinned wide, both cheeks dimpling adorably. She didn't know she had a thing for dimples.

Learn something new every day…

‘You girls are pretty freaky, eh? Sure you don't want to party with us?’

Tifa’s smile was again conciliatory, not discouraging. She gave his delicious body and prominent bulge another quick once-over before sighing in disappointment. 

‘I'm sure,’ she confirmed, before winking. ‘Though don't underestimate Arielle, she's more than capable of taking care of both of you.’

Paul groaned and visibly throbbed in his tiny swimsuit. Before he left to join the already chatting and flirting couple however, he gave her one last, longing look, his gaze lingering on her barely covered boobs and washboard abs.

‘Say…’ he began, after his eyes flicked up to her face, ‘I swear you look familiar…’

Tifa didn't let the spike of alarm she felt show on her face. Given his build, it was entirely possible Paul was a Shinra heavy infantryman on holiday. On the other hand, given a huge percentage of the guests at Costa Del Sol were likely Midgardian, it was also possible Paul was a fan of her work.

Rather than panic, Tifa pouted, using her biceps to subtly squeeze her breasts together and enhance the visual appeal of her already mouth watering cleavage.

It worked like a charm, and Paul's hungry gaze instantly dropped to her girls. 

‘That's rude,’ she admonished playfully. ‘Are you implying I'm not a one-of-a-kind beauty?!’

Tifa just laughed at his stammering apology before waving him off. Paul sent her one last longing glance over his retreating shoulder, and Tifa resisted the urge to grin smugly as his eyes focused on her body. 

She made sure to prop up her cleavage once more, giving Paul a tantalising image to remember her by.

One without any easily identifiable features.

For the next couple of hours, Tifa mainly focused her gaze on the horizon. She felt like one of those depressing war widows that waited eagerly for the postman or incoming trains.

She would occasionally spare a glance over towards Aerith, who seemed to be having a great time with the two handsome men vying for her attention. Tifa made sure to keep an eye on Aerith out of the corner of her eye, but the need for that ended when the threesome left the beach together, with the naughtily grinning Cetra having a hunky man on each of her arms. 

Her friend sent her a subtle nod and even wider smile to let Tifa know everything was great before Tifa shot her a saucy wink and returned to her vigil. Alone. 

Good for her.

She’d just spotted the last ferry of the day appearing on the horizon, the setting sun painting the gorgeous sea a glittering orange, when she was distracted by something in her periphery. 

She'd stood at this point. With the sun setting, the temperature had noticeably cooled and Tifa had thrown a casual hoody over her shoulders. Suspecting their bungalow to be occupied for the rest of the night, Tifa decided she'd go on a bit of a monster culling spree to de-stress after striking out once more with the disembarking passengers.

Her train of thought came up short however when she saw a man, alone, walking along the beach. At first, Tifa didn't know what about the man drew her gaze - he was dressed in a cap, had big shades covering half his face and was dressed in a baggy, holiday shirt with unflattering boardshorts.

That was to say, he wasn't exactly presenting as her type.

Then her sharp, subconscious mind started to make connections quicker than her conscious mind could follow. His silhouette, his gait, the way he seemed to be walking directly towards her…

Then, when he was within twenty metres, the man pulled down his shades and exposed a pair of hauntingly beautiful, mako-green eyes that almost glowed in the twilight.

She was running before her conscious mind had even caught up.

-

It had been a trying couple of weeks for Cloud Strife, and he hadn't even realised how much they'd been weighing on him until he laid eyes on his girlfriend. 

It was almost magical, how just seeing Tifa again was enough to instantly dispel all the unknown stresses that had been piling ever since that Wutai brat had stumbled into their lives.

The ability to form any coherent or cogent thoughts was then suddenly and magnificently stripped from him as his girlfriend spotted him, then broke out into a run. 

Understandably, Tifa had needed to buy some swimsuits if she was going to blend in at Costa Del Sol while waiting for him. That day, she'd opted for a tiny, black, stringy number that did absolutely nothing in terms of preserving her modesty or supporting her heavy breasts. Along with the hoodie she’d half zipped-up, she only seemed to be wearing a pair of strappy sandals - her hair flying off at her sprint and her shades tossed aside in the twilight.

Cloud was so enraptured by the sight of Tifa's bouncing, flailing boobs that he didn't notice the look of pure murder marring her beautiful features. 

More proof that the bikini was doing its job, not that Cloud was aware of such things. 

He was aware of very little other than his girlfriend's glorious, bouncing breasts. 

What he'd expected to be a cliche, storybook reunion where the lovers were reunited and the girl would run into the hero's arms turned decidedly less cliche when Tifa did the unexpected.

Before her lithe, stacked body crashed into his arms like Cloud had been expecting, Tifa jumped. Before Cloud’s boob-addled brain could comprehend what was happening, his girlfriend had wrapped her legs around his head and arm, pulled them down to the soft, warm sand, then squeezed, trapping him in a triangle chokehold.

Tifa was strong, and when they sparred, his girlfriend would often overpower him in melee combat. 

Thankfully, she wasn't enhancing her strength with chakra, so while Cloud could very easily break out of the chokehold with his mako-infused strength, he was wise enough to just take it. 

‘I missed you too…’

His voice was muffled by her delicious thigh, and Cloud had to try very hard not to let how pleased he was with his new position show on his face. 

His angry girlfriend might then forgo grappling and instead opt for the far less titillating option of striking.

Images of Tifa bending him over her knee and spanking his bare ass came unbidden, and Cloud internally cringed.

Is this what happens when I go without for a couple of weeks now? I turn into an even bigger degenerate? 

‘Don't give me that!’ Tifa snarled, and Cloud couldn't help but note that, even in a rage, his girlfriend was super adorable. ‘Give me one reason not to choke you out right now, Mister!’

He felt chakra building in her muscles, and Cloud's eyes widened in surprise. He could have gone for the obvious answer to her question - they were starting to draw too much attention - but he instead did something very unlike him.

He tried to diffuse and placate with humour. 

‘No reason,’ he gasped, the chokehold tightening. ‘But I don't think passing out in your naked thighs is the punishment you think it is…’

Tifa held the chokehold for a few more seconds before releasing him with an annoyed huff, the corners of her lips twitching in amusement she desperately tried to bury. ‘Ugh, you're annoyingly right. Pervert.’

Cloud huffed in amusement as, now released, Tifa kept trying to dodge his kisses. That turned into childish play-fighting that ended with Cloud hovering over a pinned Tifa and staring down into her smouldering eyes. 

He was happy to see the raw desire in there, less so the hurt and genuine anger. 

Sighing, Cloud leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. ‘I'm sorry,’ he whispered, trying desperately to convey his genuine sincerity. He was a man of few words, so he tried really hard to make sure his next ones counted. ‘There won't be a next time, even if I have to carry you on my shoulders.’

Tifa tried to hold onto her anger, but Cloud must have said something right because she visibly melted and buried her face in his chest, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulling him close. 

‘I was so scared,’ she whispered, and Cloud's heart ached when he heard the tears she tried to bury in his shirt. ‘I felt so helpless sitting here, waiting, not knowing if you'd ever come back to me…’

She pulled back, and the raw passion and fury in her eyes took his breath away. 

‘I hate feeling helpless. It's why I learnt to fight!’

Cloud sighed, feeling absolutely terrible. 

I suck at this boyfriend thing. 

Rather than use his words, he buried his hands in the sand beneath her then wrapped his arms around Tifa’s powerful  body, falling to his side and pulling her close.

When he felt her relax and bury her face in his chest, the pressure that squeezed his heart when he realised he'd made her cry abated.

As they lay together in the sand, their bodies intertwined, Cloud recounted his exploits since they parted in Midgar.

She grunted and let out uncharacteristic hums of approval at his mention of killing the Turks that were set to drop the plate on their heads. 

She grit her teeth and growled with rage at the mention of Sephiroth and his failed attempt at baiting him. 

She tried to hide her vindictive pleasure when she learned of the deaths of the President and Heidegger.

She marveled at the tales of the goose chase he'd lead an entire army on for over a week. 

She gaped at hearing he'd crossed the channel by flying his sword. 

Finally, a brilliant smile lit up her beautiful, radiant face at the mention of his new Chocobo buddy.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as his tale came to an end. The sun had disappeared over the horizon, but the parties never stopped in Costa Del Sol, the beach bars having brought out their fairy lights and DJs, turning the entire stretch of beach into several, overlapping, open-air nightclubs. 

People shot them curious glances as they walked around their prone forms, but lovers being locked in a passionate embrace on the sandy beach, even after the sun had gone down, wasn't exactly a rare sight at the beautiful resort town. 

The silence was broken by his girlfriend's almost hysterical giggle, and Cloud groaned as she ground her nethers against his aching hard cock.

‘At least I know you missed me…’

Recovering from the intense spike of pleasure, it was Tifa's turn to groan as Cloud bent down and took her earlobe between his teeth, gently biting down before growing directly into her ear.

‘You should have seen yourself earlier, running on the beach, your boobs were flopping all over the place…’

Tifa giggled again after she got done shuddering at the feeling of his hot breath on her ear. 

‘Boys are so simple,’ she teased, and Cloud had to bite his lip to stifle a groan as she slipped a cool hand in his shorts and gripped his throbbing cock in her small, calloused hand. ‘You all can't stop looking at my boobs, but that means you're not looking at my face.’

Cloud, his face buried in Tifa’s hair, let out a breathless chuckle. ‘H-hiding in plain sight? Smart…’

Tifa’s chuckle was far less playful now, and far more sultry. ‘About as smart at having sex in plain sight?’

A powerful surge of pleasure overwhelmed his senses as Tifa reached lower, cupped his balls, then slid the tip of her index finger in his ass. 

‘F-fuck…’

‘Mmm, I missed you so much, baby. I haven't gone this long without having sex since I lost my virginity…’

Whether that meant his naughty girlfriend had been abstinent since they parted ways, or that she’d had just sex a couple of days ago, Cloud didn't know. 

Looking into Tifa’s beautiful, mischievously glinting eyes told him that she knew that too, and was enjoying teasing him.

She bit her lip to stifle a naughty grin before continuing. ‘Do you know how many men hit on your girl while you were off playing the hero?’ Her teasing words lit a fire in him, one that Tifa could feel the effects of. She quite literally had him in the palm of her hand. ‘They were all so sexy, baby. Big muscles, even bigger dicks… with the swimsuits the cute guys wear here, there's not much you can hide…’

‘F-fuck, you're so sexy…’

Tifa giggled then purred with delight as he melted into her embrace, his face buried in the crook of her neck. 

‘I didn't play with any of them,’ she finally confessed, after letting the tense silence build up until it was suffocating. ‘Should I have? Would you have liked your girl to be a dirty slut?’

He couldn't speak, Cloud could barely concentrate as his girlfriend stroked him with one hand, and fingered him with the other, her lips pressed against his ear and spewing vile, delicious filth directly into his core. Each word, combined with her ministrations, caused a powerful pulse of pleasure to shoot through his deprived body. 

He'd grown to expect a certain level of sexual activity ever since hooking up with Tifa. Having gone without for weeks almost felt like withdrawal…

‘I'm not surprised,’ he finally managed to rasp out, pulling back and opening her hoodie to gaze hungrily at her barely covered, perfect body. The lights and fires now littered across the beach bathed them in ethereal light, the contrast of warm light and cool shadows emphasising not only Tifa's mouth watering breasts, but bumps and lines of her shredded muscles. ‘How’s anyone supposed to control themselves when you're dressed like this?’

‘You like?’ she teased, her hands slipping out of his shorts as she rolled away and struck a pose on her side that would make a swimsuit model green with envy, with dim firelight somehow enhancing her already angelic features. 

Cloud cleared his throat to mask the pathetic whimper he'd let out when Tifa released his junk. Heat suffused his cheeks when his girlfriend's teasing smirk let him know she not only caught the embarrassing sound, but clearly found it highly amusing. ‘Me and every other guy on the beach…’

There was no recovering from that, best to ignore and pretend like it didn't happen.

‘Jealous?’ Tifa teased, giggling when he replied with a disbelieving raising of the eyebrows. ‘You're right, silly me, a few weeks apart and I already forgot how much of a naughty boy you are…’

Instead of responding to her slanderous words, Cloud pulled her back into his chest and buried his face in her cleavage, earning himself some adorable whimpers as he licked and suckled on her ample titflesh.

‘We didn't have any swimsuits,’ Tifa explained breathlessly, her hands slipping under but not removing his cap so she could run her delicate fingers through his soft hair. ‘Aerith, no, Arielle and I may have splurged a little when we got here…’

‘Arielle?’ He leaned back and stared at Tifa in disbelief. Before she could explain herself, he grinned and pointed at her. ‘Wait, don’t tell me… Tiffany?’

He almost burst out laughing as Tifa’s cheeks went beet red.

‘It’s easy to remember!’

‘Ahuh.’ She pouted at his teasing tone and turned away when he went to lean down and kiss her. When he grabbed her chin in an ironclad grip and forced her to face him, she all but melted into a puddle of goo at the look in his eyes. ‘Don’t be a baby.’

He swallowed her reply, slipping his tongue into her mouth the way she taught him how, the way she loved. Her groan was muffled, her lithe body moulded against his.

I missed this…

When they finally pulled apart, they stared deep into each other’s eyes, the raw emotions in both sets conveying more than words ever could.

‘I can’t help but notice your partner in crime is missing… should we be worried?’

Though it was highly unlikely, it wasn’t impossible for Aerith to get herself in trouble. Most of the guests of Costa Del Sol were Shinra employees after all, even if not very important ones.

‘Why?’ Tifa teased, smiling cheekily. ‘Want to see her in a bikini too? She wasn’t quite bold enough to wear the mico I got her, but the one-piece she’s wearing is seriously hot.’

Cloud repaid her hopeful, almost pleading tone with his most deadpan stare.

‘Ugh, fine, whatever,’ she huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes. Annoyance quickly made way for mischief however and her eyes sparkled with glee. ‘Last I saw her, she was sneaking off with a couple of cute guys she’d been flirting with all day - honestly, that girl is deceptively horny.’

Cloud smirked. ‘Unlike you, who’s just blatantly horny?’

Tifa’s smile nearly split her face, though she still started to pinch his tender sides in retaliation for his mean words.

‘I’ll have you know, Mister, I’ve been a good girl while you’ve been gone.’

I think she and I have very different definitions of what ‘good’ means…

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Cloud saw Tifa shiver as a cool breeze passed over them. Pinching the hem of her hoodie, he dragged her close until she could absorb his body heat before frowning in thought. ‘Really? It’s been almost a month since we’ve seen each other…’

Tifa sighed and shrugged, flipping around and putting her back to his chest so they could people-watch while they talked. Most were happy to just ignore the random couple laying in the sand, far more interested in the parties going on all along the lustrous beach.

‘I haven’t really been in the mood, ya’know?’ Her voice grew much quieter. ‘You scared me half to death, you big oaf.’

An awkward silence descended again and Cloud sighed. ‘I’m sorry.’

He was still relatively new to this relationship thing, but he was a quick learner. He would apologise until the day he died if it meant it would make Tifa happier, or at the very least, content.

Instead of keeping up the somber mood, Tifa snorted and Cloud groaned as she grounded her incredible ass against his still throbbing groin.

‘I don’t want you to apologise with your words, Mister. I have other ideas of how you can start to repay me…’

‘Oh?’ Cloud purred directly into her ear, his hands snaking around her lithe body, into her hoodie, and slipping into the cups of her bikini so he could palm her tits directly, her hardened nubs brushing against his roush palms. ‘I didn’t think this was that kind of beach…’

‘It’s not,’ Tifa said breathlessly, writhing against him as he started to massage her breasts. ‘If someone sees us, they’ll kick us out. There’s another beach on the other side of the resort for… that kind of play.’

‘Other beach?’ Cloud froze, confused. He’d only ever passed through Costa Del Sol, but he’d still thoroughly scoped it out several times. Never had he seen a beach other than the one that ran from the port and along the coast, split in half so the poor people couldn’t mingle with the rich. ‘What other beach?’

‘Later,’ she gasped, before launching herself to her feet in an acrobatic move and hauling him up with an almighty tug, her eyes smouldering with need. ‘For now, you need to start apologising and you have a lot to be sorry for…’

Cloud didn’t argue, even if he was stupid enough to disagree with the premise of her argument, and let Tifa drag him away from the beach and down the cobblestone streets of the town proper.

The bars and cafes weren’t as busy as the beach, but Cloud spied dozens of families dining at the open air restaurants.

Tifa turned into what Cloud would have sworn was a dead-end alley, but he was instead greeted with an overhanging sign over a path that led into the dense forest that read: Johnny’s Villa.

‘Johnny?’ Cloud asked with raised eyebrows. ‘That the friend Biggs was telling me about?’

‘Oh, you ran into the others? Good,’ Tifa said distractedly, continuing to drag him down the forested path covered in crushed rock and lined with tiki-torches. ‘Less explaining for me. Yeah, this is his place, it’s surprisingly fancy.’ She turned and favoured him with a radiant smile. ‘You’ll meet him soon, I’m sure, then you’ll know what I mean when I say this is all so very surprising.’

The villa consisted of a main building that Cloud presumed housed the reception and staff. Tifa didn’t stop there however, dragging him deeper along the path and into the forest. Cloud had been confused when Biggs had told him Johnny’s place was an incredible place to lie low in. He hadn’t understood how anywhere at a touristy resort could fit that description.

As his girlfriend dragged him deeper and deeper into the dense forest, ignoring turn-off after turn-off that Cloud could only assume led to guest quarters, he finally understood.

‘Why are we even trying to go to the Gold Saucer? This place looks pretty perfect if we wanna lie low…’

Tifa turned again and favoured him with a brilliant smile. ‘That’s what I said, but Jessie’s apparently got a lot of contacts and sway there, and all we have here is Johnny.’

Not for the first time, Cloud wondered about the past of the mysterious, enigmatic Miss Raspberry.

‘There’s also many, many more people at the Gold Saucer, and though they love sending their execs there, Shinra don’t actually own it like they do most of this town. There’s also schools there for Marlene…’

Cloud frowned in self-deprecation, having forgotten all about Barret’s adorable little girl.

This must be so hard on her.

As if sensing his thoughts, Tifa squeezed his hand and offered him an understanding smile. ‘Don’t worry about Marlene, she and Nanaki hit it off real well - they’re practically besties.’

Cloud was about to snort in amusement at the funny though when his sensitive ears picked up a strange sound.

Focusing his hearing, he noted the sounds growing progressively louder the more they walked. Tifa giggled, and finally turned off the path into a narrower one that led to a squat, multi-room wooden bungalow, its walls made of thick logs - likely from the trees they’d had to chop down to create the clearing - and a tall, straw-covered roof.

‘I guess we found Arielle…’

Cloud’s eyes widened at the rapturous moaning. Someone was clearly getting fucked in that bungalow, but he just couldn’t match the wanton sounds of pleasure with the kind, almost goofy girl he’d met picking flowers in Midgar’s slums…

Then again, I could say the same about Tifa, and look at her…

His girlfriend was one of the sweetest women he knew. Kind almost to a fault, unbelievably beautiful, caring and willing to put everyone else before herself.

She was also a porn star and a massive, unrepentant slut.

And I love her.

Tifa turned and put her finger to her lips before silently dragging him towards the only window that had light shining through it.

Cloud was not prepared.

Absurdly, the first thing he noticed when he peered through the window was that Aerith had cut her hair. Her chestnut brown tresses now fell in teasing waves just past her shoulders. 

Despite what was happening within, Cloud couldn't help but idly wonder if she'd had her hair cut as a disguise, making her harder to instantly recognise. The thought had him looking away from the action and staring down at Tifa’s long, thick raven-black hair.

He was torn. A part of him felt uneasy at the thought of Tifa cutting her beautiful, silky hair…another part of him secretly thought short hair would really suit her. 

Are you really fucking thinking about this right now, you absolute clown?

Naturally, what the girls did with the hair was far less impressive or eye-catching than what was happening within the luxury bungalow.

Aerith - sweet, innocent, cheeky Aerith - was splayed out on the bed, completely naked, with one leg raised up in the air. 

Or rather, it was held up. By the man laying down behind her. A man who had his cock buried in the Cetra's inflamed pussy and thrust repeatedly, his free wrapped around her flushed, pale body to tweak and pull at a puffy, light brown nipple.

‘God, she's so naughty…’

While the statement could have been true enough on its own, Cloud hardly thought Aerith sleeping with a random guy had her crossing that threshold. 

No, the second man sitting in a nearby chair, huge, rippling with muscle and stroking an enviably oversized cock as he watched on eagerly did that…

Not only was Aerith moaning up a storm, with each thrust into her poor, abused pussy causing more frothy, combined discharge to bubble up around their union, but she also stared hungrily at her hung voyeur.

Or rather and more specifically, the voyeur in the room with her.

Not only did she hungrily devour the other man with her eyes, her fingers were busy running urgent circles over her hypersensitive clit.

A rustling of cloth was finally enough for Cloud to tear his gaze from the erotic sight. While he'd never touch Aerith like that out of respect for Zack…he felt fine with watching.

It’s not like she’ll stop if I look away…

Speaking of watching, Cloud turned back to Tifa and almost groaned when he realised his girlfriend had not only discarded her hoodie, she'd also untied and shimmied out of her tiny bikini. 

Suddenly, Cloud felt a powerful surge of perverse desire shoot through him, the scene in the bungalow combined with his beautiful, naked girlfriend giving him a wicked idea. 

An idea Tifa quickly and ruthlessly shut down. 

‘I can't help but notice Arielle might need a…hand,’ Cloud teased, wrapping his arms around his naked girlfriend's slim waist and pulling her against his hard body. ‘Looks like she's outnumbered…’

Tifa shot him a glare over her shoulder. 

‘I haven't seen you in almost a month and you think I'm interested in fucking random strangers?’ His eyebrows rose at her unexpectedly gruff tone, one that had his heart blossoming with warmth. ‘You're not getting out of the rigorous apologies you owe me, Mister.’ 

Spinning on her heels, Tifa started to tear off his clothes with all the enthusiasm of a child unwrapping presents on their birthday, his hat the first to go, his board shorts and sandals the last. This, of course, put her at the perfect height to have his hard cock poking her chin and leaving a trail of his excitement over her pale flesh.

Staring down at her, Cloud’s knees almost bucked at the look of raw hunger she gave him when she finally looked up. ‘Tonight… is for us. We can talk about having fun tomorrow.’

What could he do other than shakily nod? Tifa grinned in victory then stood, dragging him back to the window by the cock and, while going back to perving on her friend, absently pulled him into her drenched womanhood, whimpering when he teased her and didn’t immediately sink into her addictive warmth.

He was about to, to be fair, but Cloud was too shocked by the scene in the bungalow, or rather, how the scene had changed.

Aerith had climbed off the bed and, while her lover still fucked her from behind, his hands gripping her pale hips tight and his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, she’d crawled over to the other man and buried her face in his lap.

Rather, while she moaned and cried out her encouragement to her lover, she nuzzled the towering pillar of manflesh, running her tongue along its enviable length and stroking him with both hands.

Cloud finally sank his much smaller member into his girlfriend’s eager pussy, the both of them biting their fists to muffle exultant groans of pleasure. Somehow, Cloud had forgotten how incredible Tifa’s pussy felt after weeks spent on the run.

He didn’t let himself bask in the feeling of her warm, tightness however, gripping her hips and thrusting with all of the energy of an overeager virgin.

Fortunately, while his energy was overeager, his technique, stamina and knowledge of Tifa’s body was advanced, and his girlfriend had to immediately muffle her cries by biting her forearm. When Cloud shifted his grip from Tifa’s hips to her flailing, jiggling tits however, the muffled sounds of her moans intensified.

Tifa loved having her oversized boobs played with, especially when fucking.

He’d learnt that from studying all of her videos…intensely.

Aerith’s cries died down, but not because the action had slowed down any inside. The naughty Cetra had taken it upon herself to try and swallow as much of the imposing shaft of the second man that she could manage - she was no porn star however, and couldn’t manage more than a hand’s length.

In her defence, with the man’s girth, that was still impressive.

‘That guy, nnh, hit on me at the beach earlier today,’ Tifa moaned, looking over her shoulder at him. He couldn’t make out the look in her eyes in the dark, but he could absolutely feel the way she tightened around him when she spoke. ‘I turned him down, told him I was, nnh, waiting on my boyfriend…’

Cloud didn’t break her intense stare, he barely even breathed - which was a bit of an issue given how intensely he was fucking Tifa while she spoke.

Biting her lip to stifle a seductive grin, she continued. Cloud thought, even in the darkness, he could make out her eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘If you’d come back to me, mmnh, come back to me yesterday… you could have been out here alone, nnh, watching an orgy…’

Tifa only just muffled an excited squeal as Cloud roughly pressed her up against the bungalow’s solid wall and increased the intensity of his fucking. Rather than be deterred by his energy, it only seemed to spur her on.

‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Naughty boy,’ she teased. Now pressed against the wall right by the window, light from inside the bungalow streamed outside and bathed Tifa’s face - while it wasn’t enough to make them easily visible from inside, it was enough for Cloud to see how horny his girl was. ‘Maybe if you were a little late, I’d have, nnh, come back to the bungalow alone and joined in with this party. Can you imagine Paul’s huge cock spearing into my pussy?’ She screwed her eyes shut and shuddered violently as a small orgasm rocked her, a prelude to the big one coming. When her eyes fluttered open, they were somehow even darker with desire. ‘Would you like that, baby? You want to see me fucking Paul next to Aerith and Chris? I think that slut likes my boobs, maybe she’ll suck my nipples while we get fucked - would you like that?’

Cloud quickly realised that, despite his stamina and excellent control, a month was really a very long time to go without sex. Tifa’s dirty talk, combined with her extraordinary beauty and fluttering, molten core quickly brought him over the edge.

Thankfully, with a bit of extra work from his fingers, Cloud was able to bring her over the edge with him. They clung to each other like they were each other’s lifeline with Tifa’s face buried in the crook of his neck so she could muffle her erotic squeals of pleasure.

Cloud wasn’t faring much better. He hadn’t realised how much he’d come to depend on Tifa for comfort, but as he already felt himself surging back to life inside her, he knew he would do everything in his power to avoid being apart from her in the future.

Her body no longer shaking with pleasure, Tifa looked up through her loose bangs and smiled seductively at him. ‘Mmm, I feel something I like…’

Before they could start round two, a surprised squeal followed by a long, drawn out moan had them both freezing in surprise, their eyes wide. Their shocked looks turned into shared amusement before Tifa grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the window with an excited gleam in her eye.

It seemed there’d been a shift-up. Paul - as Tifa had so helpfully named the big-dicked guy - was apparently no longer willing to just be a spectator. His friend Chris, having apparently shot his shot, was laying on the edge of the bed, his cock shrivelled and spent, while he eagerly watched his friend have a go with the beautiful Cetra.

The voyeurs had a pretty great view of proceedings. The bed in Aerith’s room was a queen, and while Cloud and Tifa had been absorbed with each other, Paul had apparently abandoned his chair and joined them.

Aerith very obviously approved, having thrown a leg over his prone, muscular form and impaling herself on his truly imposing member.

Unlike Tifa, Aerith seemed far less comfortable handling how the oversized cock stretched her. She didn’t bounce or gyrate and instead just held her position, her head thrown back as she groaned sexily and slowly grew accustomed to the stinging sensation.

‘Good girl,’ Tifa quietly cheered on her friend as they secretly watched on. ‘That’s it, take it slow. You’ll love it…’

Tifa had shamelessly parked herself at the window to eagerly watch the action. Cloud huffed in amusement when he realised she wasn’t even trying to be sneaky anymore, not caring if their voyeuristic antics were spotted.

To be fair, if the trio wanted privacy, they should have pulled the blinds.

Tifa bent over and rested her elbows on the window sill like she was back at her own bar, her hands cupping her angelic face as she watched on with perverse glee. Cloud couldn’t blame her, the sight of the pretty, little pussy spread obscenely wide and beyond its limit around the huge invader was insanely hot, mostly because it was Aerith’s pussy.

Cloud was only mildly interested in the action inside though, his gaze immediately dropping to Tifa’s perfect, swaying ass, his seed already oozing out of her gaping womanhood and trickling in a line down her powerful thigh.

Tifa bit her lip to stifle a moan when he slid back inside her, his hands reaching around to cup her heavy, hanging tits and his front pressed against her sweaty back.

‘Mmm, hey baby, care to enjoy the show with me?’

He didn’t answer, instead bending down lower to nibble on the side of his girl’s sensitive neck. She whimpered, but didn’t drop her gaze from the erotic action inside, especially as Aerith’s moans intensified when she tried to slide further down the ridiculous cock.

‘Fuck me, baby,’ Tifa urged, her whispered plea like honey in his ears. ‘Yes, hnnng, I missed this…’

Cloud felt himself throb inside the vice-like grip Tifa's pussy had on him, her dirty talk and breathless cries driving him crazy. He made sure to angle his thrusts like she'd taught him, so that each of his plunges ground against that special place inside her that drove Tifa wild. 

These bungalows were a decent hike away from Costa Del Sol proper, so much so that they could barely hear the party atmosphere from the main beach through the dense forest. Instead, the peaceful night air was filled with the sounds of Aerith's muffled, erotic cries, Tifa’s gasps and the repeated clap-clapping of Cloud's groin smacking against his girlfriend's toned, reddened ass.

Despite the erotic show Aerith was unwittingly putting on for them, Cloud couldn't tear his gaze away from his and Tifa's union, from the tantalising sight of her rippling flesh each time he crashed into her to how her glorious pussy gushed fluids every time he withdrew. 

He was almost hypnotized by the sight to the exclusion of everything else, slipping into a rhythm, his concentration absolute and unbroken even when met with several of Tifa's orgasms, or, apparently, Aerith's own. 

He didn't look up until he heard something so incongruous, so out of place and absurd, that the spell was immediately broken - much to Tifa's chagrin. 

The sound of wood sliding against wood was immediately followed by a different kind of cry from the panting Cetra.

‘Clive! You're back!’

Cloud’s eye twitched in annoyance as his gaze slowly, regrettably lifted from Tifa's ass and met a pair of eyes so similar to his own. Aerith was, as well as obviously naked, flush and favouring him with a radiant smile, as if they hadn't just been caught spying on her escapades like a couple of horny teenagers. 

He only nodded, having already forgotten the ridiculous name the girls had thought up for her.

It was as if the reality of the situation hadn't even occurred to Aerith until the very moment, her delight at seeing him alive and very obviously unharmed blinding her to everything else. 

When she noticed his gaze trailing down her sweat-slick body and landing on her perky, cum-stained tits, she flushed brighter than Nanaki’s fur.

‘H-how long have you two been out here?!’

Tifa’s laughter was both breathless and incredulous. His girlfriend pretended not to notice, but as she pushed herself up from the window sill, her breasts dangling heavy and free, Aerith's eyes zeroed in on them like a cat spotting the light a laser pointer.

‘Long enough,’ Tifa teased, smiling seductively and winking at the blushing Cetra. ‘Good job, by the way, you handled him like a champ.’

Aerith's embarrassed flush impossibly grew even redder. Their little reunion was then interrupted when her two lovers joined them, framing the blushing brunette while gazing at the naked, smiling Tifa with hunger. 

The bigger one was the first to tear his gaze away from Tifa's tits. Cloud found himself surprised to be the object of his scrutiny. He wondered if, without his shades and cap, he might be recognised, but that turned out to be a non-issue. 

‘You the boyfriend I heard so much about?’

That's right, Tifa mentioned something about this one hitting on her. 

‘Guilty.’

His smile widened. ‘You guys gonna come in and join us?’

The motivation for the invitation was clear, but Tifa was having none of it. 

At least for that night, Cloud mentally corrected. 

‘I've got a better idea,’ Tifa countered saucily, earning a startled gasp from Paul when her hand shot into the room like a python and gripped the man's massive cock. Before he could react or count his lucky stars, Tifa tugged him towards the centre of the window while gently pushing Aerith aside. ‘Sit,’ she instructed the large man, spinning him around and forcing him down with surprising strength.

Cloud hadn't noticed the low couch beneath the window, his attention monopolized by either his girlfriend or the action on the bed deeper in the room. Paul dropped into the plush cushions with a surprised grunt before Tifa pulled Aerith back over, forcing the blushing Cetra to straddle and impale herself on the huge cock once more. 

Her eyes flew wide and she let out a moan that was half squeal, half groan. 

It's like Tifa’s directing one of her own movies…

‘Oooooh, mmmnh.’ Aerith quickly forgot her embarrassment, her eyelids fluttering closed as Tifa gently forced her lower and lower, pressing down on her shoulders. 

The other guy, Chris, looked on forlorn, stroking his re-energized cock as he watched the absurd spectacle.

This must all be so crazy to him. One second, he's having a threesome, the next, a beautiful, naked woman is leaning in through the window and directing the action…

‘Don't worry, Lover Boy, I didn't forget about you,’ Tifa teased with an amused titter, reaching out and pulling Chris close, using his cock as a handle. 

She's doing this on purpose. 

As if sensing his thoughts, Tifa turned and favoured him with a saucy wink, an expression on her face that screamed ‘What, you know you love it!’

She's not wrong…

Turning back to Chris, Tifa favoured him with a megawatt smile and pulled him even closer. ‘Come here, you're nowhere near ready to fuck Arielle's ass…’

Aerith - whose attention was monopolized with trying to handle the huge cock spreading her wide once more - took a second to catch on. When she did, her eyes flew wide with shock.

‘My what?!’

Tifa turned to the furiously blushing brunette with a seductive smile. ‘Hush Sweetie, you'll love it, I promise.’

Before Aerith could even think about voicing a protest, Tifa reached across the divide with her free hand and wrapped it around the back of her friend's neck. Aerith stilled at the contact, and didn't even think about resisting when Tifa pulled her face down into her breast. 

‘Go on, you’ve had your greedy little eyes on my boobs all week, have at it.’

Aerith's next squeal was muffled by Tifa's titflesh as the raven-haired beauty stuffed a large, pink nipple into her friend's mouth. Aerith didn't even pretend to deny her attraction - after a brief moment of wide-eyed shock, she looked to Cloud as if asking for permission. When he just shrugged, Aerith let out a delighted, guttural groan and lowered herself on the huge cock as her tongue worked furiously. 

‘Good girl,’ Tifa panted out in appreciation, Cloud's continued thrusts and Aerith's tongue clearly affecting her. She turned back to Chris, who she hadn't stopped stroking this entire time, and pulled him so close he stumbled onto the couch next to Aerith and Paul. ‘I need to lube you up…’

Chris gasped with pleasure as Tifa swallowed his member whole. The guy’s hard dick was comparable to Cloud’s, when fully hard - there was no way Tifa would be suggesting this if he was closer to his friend in size. 

Tifa’s sexy giggle was muffled by the cock in her mouth. Nobody questioned the strange sound, but what they couldn't know, and Tifa could feel, was how Cloud’s own member surged with desire when his girl effortlessly swallowed the other man's shaft whole.

He loved it when she was a kinky slut. He didn't know why, but seeing her act out like this drove him wild. 

Aerith slowly grew used to Paul’s ridiculous endowment, her steady bouncing becoming more confident and self-assured. Hilariously, the Cetra looked more interested in feasting on Tifa's tits than she did with the man fucking her. 

When Tifa finally rose up for air with a gasp, Chris' cock sprung free, glistening with saliva and ready for penetration. 

When Tifa had to pull her nipple away from Aerith's greedy lips, her displeased whimper had them all breaking out in a fit of giggles. 

‘I'll let you do a lot more than play with my boobs if you're a good girl, come on…’

Aerith's eyes widened and her cheeks flushed at Tifa's words. Even Cloud, not exactly the most observant of people - especially in matters of the bedroom - was able to read the raw desire on the Cetra's pretty features. 

Maybe her pouting at me for not wanting to sleep with her doesn't have anything to do with me at all…

Tifa leaned further into the window and grabbed a hold of each of Aerith's soft ass cheeks. The Cetra looked over her shoulder nervously as Chris lined himself up with her virgin hole.

‘Be gentle, okay?’ Tifa asked in a half playful, half warning tone as Chris' spongy crown kissed Aerith's rosebud. 

‘I w-will, I promise!’ Unwilling to let Tifa completely run proceedings, Chris leaned into Aerith's back and kissed the side of her face tenderly. ‘Just let me know if it's too much, okay? I'll go slow.’

The tenderness in the face of raw carnal desire put Aerith at ease, though her body still tensed when she felt the man behind her line his freshly-lubed cock against her back door.

‘Relax,’ Tifa urged in a breathless whisper. All motion had stopped as Chris readied himself, even Cloud eased his thrusting and just watched the erotic proceedings. 

While he'd never sleep with Zack’s girl, he couldn't deny how hot it was to watch Tifa drag her into her orbit of degeneracy. 

‘Here, naughty girl, this should help you relax…’ Tifa giggled and offered up her tit again as if Aerith were a baby. The Cetra had frozen, a shocked look on her face as Chris slowly worked his way into her. 

At seeing Tifa holding up a heavy tit though, she visibly relaxed, the tension fleeing her body as she let out a breathless, borderline hysterical laugh. Without hesitation, Aerith's eyes fluttered closed as she dove back down to suckle.

Tifa's other tit hung free in the shape of an oversized teardrop and swayed gently, looking like a lonely speed bag until Paul - who'd remained still and silent as his buddy slowly joined him in fucking Aerith - looked up and eyed the free nipple hungrily. 

Unlike Aerith, he didn't seek Cloud's permission - not that he cared. He barely even had to stretch to capture Tifa's other nipple in his mouth, his stunning girlfriend moaning at the triple-onslaught. 

Cloud grunted, feeling Tifa's womanhood squeeze him like a vice. She mewled and shook her ass, begging him to go back to fucking her without words. Cloud huffed in amusement, ripping a squeal from his girlfriend when he spanked her, hard.

He did as she desired though - he was barely holding himself back as it was. 

With her mouth otherwise occupied, Cloud wasn't made aware that Chris had fully buried himself in Aerith's back door until the man himself cried out in victory. 

‘Good girl!’ His praise earned him a tit-muffled groan. ‘Or should I say naughty girl? You should see how awesome you look with both your holes stuffed, Arielle…’

Tifa chuckled breathlessly around her moans while Aerith tried to bury her face in her friend's immense cleavage to hide her embarrassment. 

‘How does it feel? Do you like it? You like being full?’

Aerith's eyes had a pleading look about them as both men started to thrust in earnest. She looked confused and lost, but not in a bad way, rather, she looked as if she didn't know how to react to the new sensations coursing through her body. 

If Cloud were being honest and ignored the guilt such thoughts dredged up in him, there was something insanely hot about seeing the beautiful, innocent flower girl acting so out of character, so wanton and free.

Tifa, her nipples still being suckled on, turned to him with a look of urgency in her beautiful, red-brown eyes. ‘Oh God this is so hot, baby, I'm so - oooh - so close, cum with me!’

Who was he to deny his girlfriend’s reasonable request? 

Gripping her hips with bruising strength, Cloud angled his thrusts once more and kicked his fucking into overdrive. He went from controlled, languid strokes to jackhammer in the blink of an eye. 

‘Oh, yes, yes, yes! Mmmmmnh!’

Aerith was equally vocal in her own way, her grunts and moans muffled by Tifa's soft, immense titflesh. 

Despite everything, Tifa was the one who came first with an orgasm so powerful, it had her entire body vibrating with pleasure. She hugged both Paul and Aerith's heads against her breasts, making sure they didn't stop suckling, then cried out her release to the otherwise silent forest.

Aerith, already showing how brave and adventurous she was by going so past her previous limits that night, decided she wasn't done experimenting. 

While Tifa cried out her thunderous release, Aerith wiggled out of her grip and leaned up to capture her lips in a heated, passionate kiss. 

Tifa only froze for a nanosecond, her orgasmic haze briefly clearing from her mind long enough to feel shock before she eagerly returned the passionate embrace.

Naturally, the sight spurred Cloud on and gave him a fresh, second wind, especially as the girls ran their fingers through each other's hair and deepened the kiss.

Paul and Chris weren't immune to the highly erotic sight either. Even in Costa Del Sol, Cloud doubted women as beautiful as these two let loose like Tifa and Aerith were. 

At least not often. 

Maybe. 

Either way, both men grew more enthusiastic in their fucking. The heavily endowed Paul pumped half of his cock up into the rag-dolling Aerith with great care while the less smooth Chris kept asking the Cetra if he could go faster. 

Eventually, Aerith pulled back with an annoyed groan. ‘Yes! Fuck me hard! Give it to - eeeeek!’

Pouting at having her fun ended too soon, Tifa bit her lip and trailed her fingers in between Aerith's perky breasts and down her flat belly while she was distracted. 

Before the brunette could finish her libidinous demand, Tifa's calloused fingers found her delicate clit and pinched.

Aerith reacted as if she'd been struck by lightning, freezing then convulsing with pleasure. Before she could fling her head back and out of reach however, Tifa used her free hand to bring her close and recapture her lips.

Cloud watched as Aerith's body shook between the force of both enthusiastically thrusting men, letting out her cries of pleasure into his girlfriend's mouth who was not only making out with her, but strumming her hyper-sensitive clit.

It didn't take long for Aerith to cum, and she did so, explosively. 

‘Aiyeeeeee!’

Again, she pulled back from the kiss, flung her head back and squealed, a sound that Cloud never thought he'd hear coming from her lips. Her body shook as pleasure overwhelmed her, both men fucking her not letting her rest for even a moment as their own ends drew near.

Neither pulled out and both sank in as deep as possible before unloading with thunderous cries. Aerith, though flailing wildly in pleasure, still had the wherewithal to look shocked as her womb and bowels were flooded with warm cum. When her big-dicked lover softened enough to slip out of her fluttering womanhood, there was nothing left to plug up the veritable river of cum that oozed out of Aerith's well-fucked pussy.

It was an insanely hot sight, almost as hot as what happened next. 

Tifa hadn't stopped strumming Aerith's clit throughout all this, even with Cloud doing his best to render her insensate. Her efforts bore fruit however, as Aerith came for a second time in quick succession, the surprise orgasm causing a mortified Aerith to unleash a deluge of fluids all over Paul’s abdomen. 

‘Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!’

‘Are you kidding?’ Paul asked incredulously. ‘This is the greatest night of my life and that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen!’

‘Don't worry, nnh, Sweetie,’ Tifa soothed in an understanding voice interrupted by gasps and the clapping sounds of Cloud’s hips impacting her ass. ‘I know it feels like you peed but you didn't.’

While Tifa leaned in and consoled the mortified Aerith, Cloud didn’t make it any easier on her by letting up. He was so turned on by everything he’d seen, he felt like he was losing his mind.

A darkly humorous stray thought almost completely killed his impending orgasm.

If only Sephiroth knew how easy it was to make me lose my mind…

When he came, he made sure his girlfriend did so with him using every trick in his short-lived, yet extensive book of tricks. Aerith held onto the shaking Tifa, swallowing her ecstatic moans with another passionate kiss while Cloud unloaded what felt like the rest of his pent-up reserves into his beautiful partner.

Silence reigned once more as they recovered from their recent exertions, marred only by the susurration of the forest’s insects and their heavy breathing.

Aerith, still supporting Tifa’s weight as she hung into her room through the window, giggled quietly as Tifa started to pepper her face with featherlight kisses.

Cloud noted that both Paul and Chris were showing signs of a quick revival - he was no better, especially when he saw how much cum was oozing out of both of Aerith’s holes.

Before they were trapped in another round of this crazy orgy, Tifa yelped as Cloud pulled her back out the window and spun her around so he was holding her against his chest, his girlfriend instinctively burying her face in his neck, wrapping her arms around his torso and her legs around his waist - like the world’s sexiest koala. He could feel his cum oozing out of her womanhood and against his skin, but he didn’t let that deter him.

Not that that would make much sense, she’d likely make him clean it soon anyway.

‘I think Clive’s tired,’ Tifa explained to the others, her voice filled with mirth. ‘Arielle, honey, I think you’ve got a long night ahead of you - make sure you drink lots of fluids! And not just the fun kind!’

Aerith looked a little disappointed when Cloud carried Tifa away, but the feeling disappeared as the two ravenous men they’d left her with pounced.

‘Oh!’ she gasped, then giggled. ‘So eager!’

‘I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for myself…’

Tifa giggled at his whispered words and clung to him tighter. Her good humour turned bittersweet quickly however and her smile dimmed as Cloud let them into the bungalow proper and into the only other room.

‘She’s been in a bit of a funk ever since finding out about what happened to Zack… I think that was as much therapy for her as it was a release.’

Tifa squealed and cackled as Cloud threw hew down on the bed and climbed on after her, looming over her prone body. He took a second to marvel at how lucky he was - his girlfriend was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and the way she looked up at him with wide, glistening, loving eyes always made him feel invincible.

‘Therapy?’ Cloud teased, before reaching out to take a handful of her large, pooling tits that pancaked on her chest. Tifa arched her back and moaned as he suckled and kissed one nipple, then the other. ‘What does that make these? Stress balls?’

Tifa giggled breathlessly at his joke, arching her back even more as if desperately wanting him to devour her breasts even more.

‘There are my stress balls,’ Cloud warned in a playfully dangerous tone, his mind going back to when both Tifa and Paul were sucking his girl’s tits. ‘She can’t have them.’

Tifa giggled again. ‘Yours?’ she teased. ‘I think they look better on me, don’t you?’ Her smile dimmed though and she gave him a concerned frown. ‘Are you upset? Did I go too far?’

It was an absurd question given her other job and what they got up to in Midgar, but Cloud loved her for being concerned enough with his feelings to ask. He crawled back up her body and kissed her soft, delicious lips before putting his lips to her ear.

‘Where’s the fun in you being my naughty little slut if I don’t act possessive of you?’

When he pulled back, Tifa’s loving look was replaced with one of shock as she stared up at him in awe. The shock quickly gave way to desire however, and she wrapped both arms and legs around him just as possessively.

‘I’ve been such a bad girl, baby,’ Tifa whined, using her powerful legs to pull him in close and guide him inside her once more. ‘I need you, I need you so bad…’

When he carried Tifa to her room, Cloud had envisioned fucking his naughty girlfriend until the sun came up. Though they did make love several more times - Aerith’s soulful wails from the other room often reigniting their passion - by some silent, mutual agreement, they chose to snuggle and sleep in each other’s arms rather than keep going until dawn, comfortable and ecstatic just to be back in each other’s arms.

There was no rush, after all. Judging by what Biggs had told him, they could be trapped in Costa Del Sol for a while yet.

Cloud mentally chuckled. 

He’d certainly been trapped in worse places…