A/N: This was partially done as a fill for the FFVII Kink Meme, and then expanded further from there. (I happened to know the person who left the original prompt, so I checked with them and they fully enabled Cloud getting involved too, lol.)
Prompt: Jenova wakes up when Sephiroth comes to find her in the Nibelheim Reactor. Consensual Jenova!Tentacles/Bottom!Sephiroth porn ensues. Horrified Cloud and/or Zack watching the whole scene unfold are entirely optional, but appreciated.
Cloud ended up slightly less horrified, and more weirdly turned on by the whole thing, and then it progressed to Jenova and Sephiroth double teaming and tentacle fucking Cloud as well. So you essentially get two tentacle sex scenes in this fic. Enjoy. xp
Acrid smoke choked Cloud's lungs, his eyes stinging with it. He gave a few more rasping coughs, trying to steady himself enough to use the materia even though his hands were shaking.
He was lucky he had any materia training at all, and lucky Zack had tossed a Cure at him when the fire had started. They'd done what they could for the village, which wasn't much. Then Zack had bolted after Sephiroth, and Cloud had been barely a step behind him, even though it was killing him to try and keep up.
Cloud had only stopped when he'd found Tifa in the reactor. If Sephiroth had intended to kill her, she would be dead. He must have just tossed her aside like an inconvenient afterthought; even that much had been enough to badly wound her.
Cloud cast the Cure. It was only low level, and all he knew about casting materia was the small amount Zack had taught him. The wound knitted together at the surface, enough to stop the bleeding, but he knew it wouldn't completely heal any deeper damage. He just prayed it was enough to last.
Cloud made Tifa as comfortable as he could, out of way at the side of the reactor.
Mouth set in a hard line, Cloud then turned to the doorway on the upper floor and sprinted up the stairs. The once-sealed door had been ripped apart, huge gashes carved through it and into the walls on either side. Chunks of the thick metal had been torn away to reveal the room beyond. Zack was there, frozen just inside, and Sephiroth… Sephiroth.
Zack threw out his arm to stop Cloud from charging straight at Sephiroth. He shook his head.
"Sephiroth!" Zack called. Still trying to reason with him, even though Sephiroth didn't even seem to hear the shout at all.
"What… what is that?" Cloud asked.
There was something in the room, the thing that had captivated Sephiroth so entirely. A creature in a mako tank. Or, that was what it seemed to be at first glance. But it was unlike anything Cloud had seen before. It might have been vaguely humanoid in some ways; the face and the torso resembled that of a woman, although her flesh was blue and marked with thick veins or scars, Cloud couldn't tell which. But then the rest of her… she had wings, though they were fleshy red things that were more like distorted, tumorous growths than any natural wing. She had organs on the outside that definitely looked like they were meant to be internal. And below the waist all semblance of humanoid form was lost in a writhing mass of tentacles.
And Sephiroth was talking to that… that thing.
"Jenova. Or Sephiroth's 'mother', apparently," Zack answered grimly. He looked pale, arm wrapped around his side and fist clenched. A dark, wet stain was slowly spreading through the material of his SOLDIER top. Cloud got the feeling Zack had already made a move to interrupt, and it hadn't gone well.
There was only one route up to the centre of the room; to Jenova, and to Sephiroth. It was half huge pipe and half walkway, with a sharp drop to the exposed mako reactor core on either side. There was no way they could charge up there and take Sephiroth out unless they had the element of surprise, and Zack's injury proved they'd already lost that.
All they could do was watch as the liquid inside the tank bubbled and drained, and the glass door slid open with a hiss.
"I am here now, mother," Sephiroth said. Cloud could only just make out the words, soft as they were beneath the hum of the reactor machinery. But he could see the way Sephiroth reached out, hear something in his tone that was utter conviction and trust.
"We can finally become one."
Without the support of the liquid and the tank she'd been encased in for so long, Jenova slumped. Then she moved. She rose up, tentacles billowing in a motion reminiscent of a jellyfish ascending. They slid out of the tank, across the floor and around Sephiroth's feet.
Cloud felt like gagging. He couldn't imagine those things touching him, but Sephiroth seemed entirely unconcerned – inviting, even – as the tentacles wound around his ankles and up his legs. More reached out to slide against Sephiroth's chest and shoulders, beneath the leather of his coat.
"We've got to—!" Cloud started, quietly but fiercely. Sephiroth was preoccupied… if they made a run for it, straight up that walkway and attacked from behind… It wasn't honourable, and it wasn't fair, but whatever was going on needed to stop. He dropped the thought abruptly as Zack lurched beside him.
"Shit," Zack said, waving a hand weakly in dismissal of Cloud's concern. "Bastard got me good. I'll be fine though, always am."
Cloud wasn't sure he believed that anymore.
He glanced between Zack and what was happening over at the tank, but it was Sephiroth and Jenova that stole his attention. Because Sephiroth was shirtless now. The tentacles had worked his coat of entirely, Sephiroth's armour and belts discarded as well. Those belts were ridiculously finicky with all their clasps and buckles; Cloud had no doubts that Sephiroth must have removed those himself. He was actually helping Jenova to strip him.
"Together… we can rule this Planet."
His voice made the hairs on the back of Cloud's neck stand up. First off, there was no way Sephiroth was in his right mind. Secondly, he sounded… almost seductive. Low, suggestive. Cloud would have called it a bedroom voice if Sephiroth hadn't been directing it towards some creepy, fucked up alien monster that was currently caressing its tentacles all over him.
Sephiroth pulled his gloves off, and with bare hands reached out to cup Jenova's face. Risen of her tentacles, she was taller even than he was. Her lips pressed against Sephiroth's forehead; not a kiss, but simply resting there while her tentacles wrapped around him in a facsimile of an embrace.
Morbid, horrified fascination kept Cloud looking for far too long. He shook himself and turned back to Zack. He still had the cure; he offered it to Zack, who was way better at materia than Cloud, being a SOLDIER and all. No good. Zack had already used up his mana casting ice back in the village, and trying a surprise quake on Sephiroth. Cloud cast the best cure he could, but it wasn't enough to get Zack back on his feet.
He wasn't enough. He couldn't help his village, he couldn't help Tifa, he couldn't help Zack, and he couldn't stop Sephiroth. All he could do was watch.
Jenova had turned Sephiroth around now, his back to her front. And Sephiroth's front facing Cloud, giving him a clear view of Sephiroth's taut abs, and those tentacles working their way into Sephiroth's trousers.
Cloud could feel his face heating up. That was… oh, Gaia. Uncomfortably sexual. Sephiroth's body was gorgeous, and maybe in some other situation Cloud would have loved the opportunity to ogle him, but the whole alien and tentacles thing? Disturbing. Horrifying. He shouldn't have been even slightly turned on from watching it, all the gods damn him to hell.
Cloud let out a low moan when Sephiroth undid the fly of his trousers, and the tentacles pushed them down. Sephiroth went commando, and that was a realisation Cloud did not need right at that moment.
The trousers could only go as far as Sephiroth's knees without the removal of his boots, but that was far enough. Tentacles wound around Sephiroth's bared thighs, the muscles in the tentacles coiling and pulsing, kneading the flesh as they moved against it. Pulling his legs apart, not that Sephiroth seemed to need the encouragement.
He sank to a kneeling position, Jenova lowering herself in tandem with tentacles billowing and splaying out further. Sephiroth's head was tilted back, but Cloud could still see the mako glow of his eyes. Eyelids half lowered, an expression that was fierce determination, victory and… pleasure. He was enjoying it, almost purring as the tentacles held him against Jenova and wound tightly around him.
Sephiroth reached an arm up, around the back of Jenova's neck. Holding her in return. Her chin rested against the top of his head now, her hair spilling over Sephiroth's shoulders and tangling with his own. It was indistinguishable where they mixed, both the exact same colour and shade of silver.
Cloud's stomach twisted, and for a moment he saw them differently. Not two beings twined together, but a new, singular creature entirely. 'Become one', Sephiroth had said. Gods, that was fucked up.
Not as fucked up as the tentacles that reached between his spread legs, though.
They were all over him. Thick bands of fleshy tentacles held him like manacles just above his knees, keeping Sephiroth's legs spread. The ones around his thighs moved more, for pleasure rather than holding him in place. The tentacles around and winding across his chest too; they even seemed to be toying with his nipples. Two curled around Sephiroth's hips from either side and met in the middle. One cupped Sephiroth's balls while the other wrapped around his cock. His very obviously erect cock. Oh, gods.
Cloud swallowed, hard. His face was flushed and heart rate picking up, and he could feel his own cock filling out. It was horrifying, but arousing at the same time, and somehow even more arousing because of how horrifying it was.
He couldn't stop staring at the way that tentacle was pumping Sephiroth's cock.
"We will… be one," Sephiroth said, his voice low and sultry. He was panting. "And no one… none of those inferior dullards… will ever… be able to stop us."
Jenova seemed somehow pleased at the words, a tentacle nuzzling against Sephiroth's face in response. Then it lowered and wrapped around Sephiroth's neck instead, and Sephiroth made a pleased groan in the back of his throat.
The tentacles around his thighs tightened, as if they could spread his legs apart just a little further for the tentacle that was starting to rub between Sephiroth's ass cheeks.
"Fuck," Cloud moaned, the sound bursting out of him before he could stop it. He knew where that was going, and… gods, why was that hot? It shouldn't have been hot. But seeing Sephiroth naked and splayed out on full view, held down and pleasured until he was making those small, delicious, purring moans, and knowing that that tentacle was inevitably going to penetrate him…
At least, Cloud thought absently, he was only getting off on watching. Sephiroth was getting off on actually being tentacle fucked. Cloud wasn't the most messed up out of them.
His eyes were glued to scene, like he was hypnotised by the motion of the tentacles. The steady back-and-forth of that one between Sephiroth's legs, the soft squeezing and coiling of the tentacles around Sephiroth's cock and balls. The slow roll of Sephiroth's hips, the expression of absolute enjoyment on his face.
The tip of one of the tentacles toyed with Sephiroth's entrance, opening him up just slightly to start, curling in on itself to stretch him. It was already slick, probably with whatever fluid it had been suspended in while in the tank.
Sephiroth sighed, a low hum of pleasure reverberating from his chest. The sighs turned to a heady groan as the tentacle sank deeper inside him.
Cloud's cock twitched in his pants. The tips of the tentacles were slim, dexterous things, but they quickly widened. They were thick and long, and watching one of them sink deep into Sephiroth's ass drew another helpless noise out of Cloud.
He glanced over at Zack; he'd had to sit down, but seemed aware enough and equally as hypnotised by the explicit display. Cloud whimpered. Zack could look over at any time, but gods, he needed to touch himself. He was so hard and it ached.
The tentacle pulled out and thrust back into Sephiroth, finding some kind of rhythm, and Sephiroth moaned thickly.
Cloud couldn't take it. He undid his trousers and shoved a hand inside, wrapping his fingers around his flushed, leaking cock.
He stroked in time to the tentacle moving inside of Sephiroth. Sephiroth's inhibitions had departed along with his sanity, it seemed, because he no longer made any kind of effort to hold back his noises of pleasure. The small moans and gasps, the way he writhed in the tentacles' grip, his chest heaving and hips jerking with the sensation. His face was flushed and eyes burning with satisfaction. This was becoming one, becoming whole. This was victory.
"Yesss," Sephiroth hissed brokenly, voice hitching as that thick tentacle inside him fucked into him again and again. "Become one… with me. Inseparable. Unstoppable."
The sight of Sephiroth orgasming was one that was going to be burned into Cloud's mind eternally. The way he tensed, muscles flexing beneath the winding tentacles. The way his lips parted and eyes clenched shut in ecstasy. That deep moan, so utterly sexual and full of pleasure and need.
Sephiroth came, spilling out over his stomach and the tentacle milking his cock through it, and Cloud groaned helplessly.
He rapidly jacked himself off, hot and needy and so on edge just from watching such a filthy, gorgeous thing. Cloud covered his mouth with one hand, trying to muffle his moans as he came from watching Sephiroth getting fucked by an alien tentacle monster.
He felt dirty as hell, but gods. He was coming, hard. His chest heaved as he panted for breath, head spinning. And still he couldn't tear his gaze away from Sephiroth.
The tentacles loosened, but didn't leave him; a gentle embrace now, rather than holding him in place. The one in Sephiroth's ass withdrew, and Cloud could only imagine how it left Sephiroth empty and gaping in its wake.
Sephiroth's expression relaxed, from tortured, blissful pleasure into one of a bone-deep satisfaction. He raised his head, smiling in an incredibly smug, self-satisfied manner, and turned towards the entranceway. As the last of the helpless pleasure of Cloud's peak was fading, Sephiroth looked directly at him.
Mako-green eyes bored straight into Cloud's, and Sephiroth's smile turned vicious.
Cloud's stomach dropped. He felt like he was pinned in place by that gaze – by those gazes, because Jenova's one visible eye was staring at him too.
Sephiroth stood, pulling his leather trousers up enough that they wouldn't trip him as he walked. He didn't bother doing them up, leaving them hanging low from his hips. His cock was tucked inside, but the base of it still very much visible where the fly gaped open.
To have Sephiroth walking towards him like that, dishevelled and half-naked and utterly fixated on him, was like something out of one of Cloud's wet dreams. Even though whatever rationality remained in his mind screamed that he needed to take down Sephiroth, not fucking drool over him, Cloud couldn't help the way his mouth went completely dry as Sephiroth approached.
But Jenova was approaching with him. Her tentacles were still looped around Sephiroth, loose enough to let him move, but keeping them connected. They splayed out in front of him, reaching forward as if feeling out his path. The way the two of them moved was… eerie. The synchronicity of it, how when one of Sephiroth's shoulders came forward as he took a step, the same shoulder of Jenova's would follow like a perfect shadow. They even blinked at the same time.
Zack growled, reaching for where he'd dropped the Buster Sword. He winced as he raised it.
"Stay the fuck away," he said, voice shaky. Even with SOLDIER-level healing, the wound was taking a lot out of him. "Sephiroth… no, you're not the Sephiroth I knew."
The two of them stopped, bodies deathly still in an instant. It was only the way Jenova's tentacles writhed and wound together that betrayed her agitation. Sephiroth turned to stare at Zack.
"Do not interfere. Your existence is currently not deemed a threat; do not give me a reason to destroy you."
Cloud hadn't thought Sephiroth would care about unthinkingly taking a life, not like… like this, whatever this state of mind of his was. Perhaps somewhere he still recognised Zack as a friend. The wound as well; Sephiroth damn well knew how to kill someone if he wanted to, but he'd only injured Zack enough to keep him down.
Sephiroth turned back to Cloud, and when he spoke again, it was not only his mouth that moved but Jenova's as well. "This one, however. He is tainted. He must be destroyed like the rest."
Zack grit his teeth and flung the Buster Sword out, creating a barrier between Cloud and Sephiroth. "Cloud. Run."
"You…" Cloud had to swallow, mouth too dry to speak. "You can't hold them off."
"No," Sephiroth said; this time it was only his own mouth that moved, and it wasn't either Zack or Cloud was talking to. "He could be of use to us."
Were… were they having a conversation with themselves? Jenova's thoughts being voiced by Sephiroth?
"He came from the village. He stole our cells but he is not ours," they said together.
"We can make him ours."
"Cloud?" Zack interrupted. "What the heck are they on about?"
Cloud went very quiet and very pale, processing the information. The implication of what they were saying… he had Jenova's cells? That he had her cells because he came from Nibelheim. It was stupid. Sephiroth wasn't himself, and he could hardly trust the word of an inhuman creature like Jenova. Except—
"There was a leak from the reactor. When I was just a kid. It contaminated the water; groundwater too, all the wells. Some mako, mostly, but… if she's been in here this whole time…"
"They stole our cells. They were destroyed so we may reclaim what belongs to us."
Zack turned the Buster Sword on its side, sharp edge of the blade pointing to Jenova. "Shut up, you goddamn alien creepshow! And get your tentacles off my friend before I cut them off!"
It was not Jenova that reacted, but Sephiroth. He reached out with terrifying speed – Cloud didn't even see him move. One moment they were standing at stalemate, then Sephiroth held Zack aloft by the throat. He bodily threw Zack out into the other room of the reactor.
"Zack!" Cloud called, terrified for his friend's safety. He heard the sickening crunch of impact, and the clunk of Zack's sword and armour as he slid down the stairs. That wasn't enough to kill a SOLDIER, though, right? They got tossed around and through walls and all sorts, even just sparring with each other.
Cloud turned on his heel, wanting to at least see that Zack was okay. He didn't get very far. A tentacle looped its way around Cloud's ankle, sending Cloud tumbling to the floor instead.
"He will survive," Sephiroth said. "Zack is far too thick-headed for something as minor as that to kill him."
Cloud stared. For a moment—Sephiroth's dead-pan tone had almost had a touch of warmth to it. Fondness. He did remember Zack as a friend.
But where did that leave Cloud, then? They'd talked, and Cloud thought they had got on well, but it wasn't like he'd ever been close to Sephiroth. Not enough to warrant any kind of special treatment. And Jenova wanted him dead.
The tentacle around his ankle tightened, then began to wind further up his leg. Oh, god. It was just like how he'd imagined it feeling; the roil of muscle as it moved against him, the tightness.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Cloud voice cracked, and he wasn't sure if it was from fear or… the start of something else.
Sephiroth's eyes lowered. "He can live. He can be useful. We can make him ours."
Cloud didn't think Sephiroth was answering him so much as convincing Jenova. And he did appreciate Sephiroth trying to make sure he remained not dead, really, but. 'Make Cloud theirs'. Cloud was pretty sure he'd already had a very explicit demonstration of what that would entail, and he hated the fact that he was both terrified and yet somehow aroused by the idea.
Gods. There was no way he was turned on. He couldn't be turned on. Alien monster! They'd hurt Zack! Tifa! He couldn't possibly get so caught up in some Hel-cursed tentacle fetish or whatever this bullshit was to just forget about—oh.
Oh.
He had a tentacle fetish. That was something he had not needed to discover about himself.
"Don't…" Cloud tried. He didn't sound very convincing even to himself, and the weak plea was ignored entirely.
The tentacle around his leg gripped tighter and pulled, dragging Cloud towards Sephiroth. It was strong; stronger than he'd expected. As soon as he was within an easier reaching distance, more of tentacles reached out to curl around his other ankle and around his wrists like manacles, pinning him to the cold floor while Sephiroth loomed above him.
Cloud let out a quiet moan. Those piercing eyes on him, pinning him just as effectively as the tentacles; Sephiroth, half naked, trousers barely clinging to him and his exposed cock beginning to fill out again already. It made Cloud's stomach flip.
The tentacles binding him remained in place, but now more began to slide across his body and beneath his clothes. Sephiroth watched with lust-dark eyes as Jenova stripped Cloud, not bothering to undo his uniform shirt so much as just pull the buttons apart.
Cloud gasped at the shock of the cold air against his bare skin, squirming as the tentacles undid his trousers as well.
They felt… soft, but hard at the same time. Muscle like iron beneath velvety, fleshy skin. Immensely powerful. A firm, unrelenting caress, touching so much more of him at once than a pair of hands alone would ever be capable of.
Cloud could feel his cock stirring again in interest despite himself.
His boots came off and trousers followed, leaving Cloud exposed. Sephiroth eyed him up and down, and his expression said plain as day that he wanted Cloud. Okay, maybe wanted to devour him, but. Yeah. What Cloud would have given to have Sephiroth looking at him like that when they were alone and in bed together. Even with the less than ideal circumstances… gods, Cloud was weak. So, so weak. All it took was that look from Sephiroth and Cloud fucking melted.
The tentacles spread Cloud's legs apart and Sephiroth settled between them, pushing his leather pants back down his thighs. Leaning over, he braced one hand at the side of Cloud's head and cupped Cloud's face with the other.
"Sephiroth," Cloud breathed, his voice little more than a shaky moan.
Sephiroth made a small gesture with his head, and more tentacles reached out. They wrapped beneath Cloud; cradling the back of his neck, lifting his lower back and his ass in a way that made his back arch prettily. He appreciated the support – it was a lot more comfortable than the cold metal mesh of the reactor floor, even if it felt a little obscene. He was blatantly positioned for penetration.
Cloud's head was spinning, heartbeat racing. Heat flooded his face and his whole body. Even though he kept his gaze on Sephiroth – when he could keep his eyes open at all – he could still see Jenova looming behind him in the peripheral of his vision. He was too turned on to care. Alien, monster, tentacles… it was disturbing, horrifying, and yet the taboo of it and his own helplessness only got Cloud even hotter.
Yeah. He was going to have a lot of newly-discovered kinks he was going to have to come to terms with when he got out of this, Cloud thought with a resigned sigh.
For the time being, though… there was nothing he could do to stop it, and he didn't particularly want to stop anyway.
Cloud turned his face into Sephiroth's hand, nuzzling against the man's palm. The tentacles were getting more intimate now, curling around his cock and balls in a way that was similar to what they had done for Sephiroth previously. And the one rubbing against his ass. Ohh.
He'd been right. It was slick with something, though Cloud had no way of figuring out if it was the liquid from the tank or Jenova produced her own particular tentacle goop. For some reason the thought amused Cloud, and he gave a quiet laugh.
His laughter soon turned into a sharp gasp as the tentacle slid inside him. Just the tip; it was slim, not so different from a finger. Except much more flexible. Stretching him and stroking him inside, and it didn't take long before Cloud was squirming with the stimulation.
Sephiroth leaned down, his hair falling in a silver cascade as he murmured in Cloud's ear. "It feels good, doesn't it? We take good care of those who belong to us."
Cloud moaned. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to answer that, or if he even could. That thick, sexual purr… Sephiroth's bedroom voice. Whispered to Cloud, while Cloud was being stretched open by a tentacle in his ass. His brain short-circuited for a moment.
That was probably the reason why he didn't immediately notice when the tentacle slowed, then drew out of Cloud. Something else nudged against his entrance instead; thicker, more blunt. Not a tentacle.
One look at Sephiroth's expression confirmed it. It was victory, want; Cloud was his, and Sephiroth was going to own him in the most intimate way possible.
Sephiroth's cock penetrated Cloud, and Cloud cried out. Sephiroth's cock. Inside him. Oh, gods, and it felt good. Stretching him open, sinking in deep until Sephiroth's hips were pressed flush against Cloud's ass.
"Ohh, fuck," Cloud whimpered emphatically.
"Ours," Sephiroth said. A statement of claim, low and deep. He drew back until just the head of his cock remained inside Cloud, and then thrust back into him. Hard.
Because that was how Sephiroth fucked him. Of course it was. Hard and deep, but good. Oh, gods. Cloud both hated and adored the tentacles, holding him down as he fucking writhed. He wanted to wrap his legs around Sephiroth's waist, wanted to claw into Sephiroth's back, to drag him down and kiss him so Sephiroth's tongue could fuck Cloud's mouth as well. Instead, Cloud was bound by the thick, fleshy tentacles, holding him even more firmly when he struggled against them. It was infuriating, but only added to his excitement at the same time.
For a moment, Sephiroth slowed. Cloud was almost disappointed until he noticed Sephiroth's expression; heavy-lidded, a small smile on his lips. Sephiroth made a quiet groan that was pure pleasure, and pure sex to Cloud's ears, as one of Jenova's tentacles penetrated him again.
Cloud, spread out on the ground and pinned down helplessly, while Sephiroth got tentacle fucked at the same time he was fucking Cloud. It was a good thing the tentacle around his cock tightened then, because Cloud was pretty sure he could have come from the mental image alone.
The change in position came abruptly after that; Sephiroth pulled back, upright on his knees again, and this time Cloud could see every detail of the way the tentacle pumped deep into Sephiroth's ass. Cloud got precious few moments to salivate over the sight before the tentacles holding him down rearranged Cloud's position too.
He was yanked upright as well, guided by the tentacles until his thighs were spread out over Sephiroth's, the two of them pressed chest to chest. Cloud couldn't even touch the ground; he was held entirely suspended, entirely helpless, in the tentacles' powerful grip.
When Cloud was penetrated again, it wasn't by Sephiroth.
Cloud's eyes widened, a broken moan escaping him. It seemed Jenova had become impatient of Sephiroth's human form of mating, because now it was a tentacle that forced its way inside of Cloud instead.
Ohh, gods. It was thick, thicker than Sephiroth, and Cloud had never felt so full in his life. He clutched at the tentacles holding him, panting desperately. Then the thing inside him moved, and Cloud's existence shattered into white-hot pleasure.
It was so deep. The tentacle just kept thrusting, pounding into him over and over and over. Cloud felt like he might break, but at the same time he didn't even care because it was rubbing over every sensitive spot inside him and leaving Cloud a needy, screaming mess.
They lifted Cloud, tilting his hips forward slightly. And then it wasn't just the tentacle in his ass anymore. He sank back down onto Sephiroth's cock as well.
It was too much. He didn't even know how they managed it – probably the weird mind-sync thing. But they timed it perfectly so the tentacle would pull out just as Sephiroth thrust in, leaving Cloud always deliciously filled by some form of hot, hard flesh. There wasn't even a second's reprieve. The way they rutted into him, claimed him so deeply and absolutely… it was too much.
And then there was the tentacle that was still fucking Sephiroth's ass as well, and all the others tightening and curling around Cloud's body. The one around his cock was jerking Cloud rapidly; as if Cloud needed the help to come.
Overstimulated and more full than he ever imagined possible, Cloud's orgasm shattered him. He must have been loud – screaming something, maybe Sephiroth's name – because Sephiroth covered Cloud's mouth with his own to muffle him. The kiss didn't even help, because Sephiroth was kissing Cloud with the same intensity as he was fucking him, and that just left Cloud's already broken mind reeling even more.
Nothing existed in that moment except pure, overwhelming sensation. So much and so good it was near torture. Coming was a blissful agony.
Cloud moaned deeply. Sephiroth had been dragged down with him, and Cloud was vaguely aware of Sephiroth's fingers digging into his hips as Sephiroth stilled inside him, expression twisting with ecstasy.
And Jenova. Cloud didn't even know how that worked – did she even experience an orgasm the same way a human would? There must have been some kind of completion or release involved, because Cloud could feel it; some kind of liquid, tentacle goop, alien cum. Whatever it was. There was a lot of it, and the tentacle was pumping it deep into Cloud's ass. Cloud groaned, face flushing brightly at how utterly filthy it felt.
The tentacles gradually loosened, letting Cloud slide free. Both Sephiroth and the tentacle that had been fucking Cloud withdrew, leaving a gush of thick, sticky fluid dribbling from Cloud's abused hole.
There was no way Cloud's body could support itself, utterly boneless and exhausted. He couldn't speak, couldn't even think. Fucked stupid didn't even begin to cover it.
"The cell transfer is complete." That was said by both of them, Sephiroth and Jenova speaking in tandem. Even they managed to sound a little worn out from the exertion, an observation that might have made Cloud grin, if he'd had the energy. "He is ours."
"Seph…"Cloud tried. His voice was rough and hoarse from screaming.
Sephiroth's fingers brushed over Cloud's lips, almost tenderly. "You will join us, when the time comes. Our reunion."
"Re… union…?" Cloud echoed.
If there was any reply or clarification, Cloud didn't notice it. His head was still spinning, and the darkness at the edge of his vision was only encroaching further. They had really overdone it. But Cloud hardly had the heart to be too upset about it when it had felt so amazing.
He was vaguely aware of being shifted into a more comfortable position, catching one last glimpse of Sephiroth's mako eyes before his consciousness faded out entirely.
"You will know, when the time comes," Sephiroth said, the last thing that Cloud heard. "My Cloud."