Reno woke up first, and looked at the naked body of his sleeping wife. It still felt weird to him to actually have a wife, even after almost a year, let alone a wife who gave him the leadership of Wutai. Being here had a been a mixed blessing as far as Yuffie's 'recovery' was concerned. She had been gone for only a year and a month, but she felt that she was just a sex doll, and had started to erase her own memories of any life before she was raped and broken, so she was almost a stranger to her own people. And her overly submissive behavior didn't help, it was so different from how she used to be that it further alienated her, especially when some of the Wutaian aristocracy who had attended the Bacchanalia where she had been defiled freely talked about her behavior. Yuffie herself seemed to remember some of the nobleman enjoying themselves with her, and for an unmarried royal woman to behave so wantonly, and in public no less, was a grievous sin. Reno handled the problem by having the two most vocal nobles about Yuffie's promiscuity publicly executed for treason, their bodies left to rot in dishonor, refused a proper burial. The rumours lessened after that.
But being where she was expected to give orders had helped a little, even though Reno had had to order her to take charge of the palace household like a proper wife at first. Yuffie was seventeen now, maturing quite nicely, and he had seen enough Wutaian women to know that she was more beautiful than most. He started stroking her hair and she opened her eyes and looked at him for a moment before smiling and then impulsively kissing him.
"Happy anniversary." Yuffie shyly told him, a bit taken aback by her forwardness, but they had decided to celebrate their anniversary a week before the Bacchanalia, to not have them coincide.
"Happy anniversary." Reno replied, pulling her to him. Their marriage had not been consummated yet, because he was waiting for her to show some initiative before he touched her, as a sign she was getting better and he wouldn't be raping her, and now she had. Her breasts teased him as he started his exploration of her body, almost begging him to play with them.
Yuffie moaned as she felt his lips on her body, grateful he was finally touching her. No one else who had used her had touched her like this though, they just shoved themselves or other objects into her until they were satisfied. But her husband…every movement of his felt so good, and the lower he went, the more overwhelmed she was. She cried out as he slipped his head between her legs, and Reno waited until she was lost in her first orgasm before he entered her. He was relieved they could start making their marriage real before heading back to the castle, he didn't really want Yuffie under Tifa's thumb again, but she had never really gotten away from it, not with Shalua as her spy. Reno had never had any illusions about that, except Shalua had nowhere near the experience she needed for a job like hers, and he was somewhat insulted that Tifa thought she was right for the job. Reno hadn't come as far as he had on luck, though it had helped on occasion. He was more than willing to remind them who they were dealing with. It was going to be an interesting reunion at the Bacchanalia, he thought as Yuffie cried out for more.
"Your Majesty, this prisoner was found vandalizing your statue in New Junon, and started slandering you once she was caught." Barret said as he walked Tifa down the shackled line of new prisoners, stopping in front of the fourth one. Special offenders were sent to them to deal with as they saw fit. "Kneel, bitch!" he told the prisoner.
"Kneel yourself!" she snarled, only to have her knees struck from behind, and she involuntarily cried out as she fell onto the cold hard stone of the dungeon floor, her knees taking the brunt of it.
Tifa scrutinized the young woman carefully…she appeared to be in her early twenties, and looked angry enough to kill, which made Tifa smile. "I'm not going to ask you any questions, because I don't care what you have to say." she told the prisoner, and started stroking the woman's blonde hair. "You are pretty though. And…" Tifa suddenly shoved her hand up the woman's skirt and into her panties, exploring further. "Ah, you are a virgin. Too bad we have enough centerpieces for the Bacchanalia tomorrow, to honor…" Tifa's voice trailed off, since she refused to say Cloud was killed two years ago. Her Cloud was killed at Nibelheim, plus he lived on in the twins…the man killed at the Bacchanalia was just her husband. But to play the grieving widow properly, she had started demanding each village send their two prettiest virgins, and Tifa would pick one each year to be defiled in Cloud's honor during the opening ceremony, and the virgin's home village would be rewarded handsomely. The 'winner' became the property of the first one to defile them, Tifa wasn't concerned for what, she just wanted them gone once they were no longer entertaining. She caught sight of Zack in the doorway, looking rather anxious, and another idea occurred to her. "I'll finish this later, put her in the special cell. I've got plans for her." Tifa ordered Barret and swept out of the dungeon, Zack eagerly following her to the royal bedchamber.
Once there, he locked the door while she stripped off her robes and got on all fours, putting the painkiller on the small of her back for him. She felt him take the pill off her, grateful she had made him dependent on them. Part of her was disgusted to be doing this with Aerith's husband, in case he ever got the idea to do this to Aerith, but she couldn't help herself. Tifa shivered at the wrong moment, and cried out as he roughly entered her, gripping the sheets harder. It was the high from the drug making him do this, and Zack never really remembered what exactly he had done to her during the initial reaction, only that they had sex, which is why she could trust him to not betray her. Tifa was incapable of admitting to anyone, least of all herself, that Sephiroth had left her with a need to be violently dominated on occasion. She was Empress now, answering to no one, that's all that mattered. Zack's performance ended satisfactorily as Tifa got the pain and pleasure she needed so desperately from him. She quickly dressed, using one of the healing materia on herself before leaving him there, recovering from the throes of sexual and drug-induced pleasure as she headed back to the dungeon, stopping by the special cell to look again at their latest acquisition. The blonde was still angry, but they'd soon cure her of that, and then she could serve Zack and Aerith. Tifa didn't care if Zack abused the servants, but if he ever hurt Aerith, she'd teach him the true meaning of pain before she let him die.