Yeah this is a big fat smut train, buckle up buck-a-roos. Special thanks to MarleNadia and Kelleyj17 for betas and suggestions!
The lunch rush was in full swing in Seventh Heaven, and Tifa was busy keeping up without her little helpers. Denzel and Marlene had gone to North Corel at Barret's insistence, and Yuffie was joining them too. The ninja had given her a naughty wink before shutting the door to the bar and leaving she and Cloud alone. That had been three days ago, and he had made no moves to get closer to her.
Why wasn't he interested any more?
Did something happen to him between the time he disappeared in a materia explosion and reappeared, revived in the church? Cloud acted sweet. He leaned into her hugs and gave her chaste kisses, he even went back to bringing her interesting ingredients from his travels. But when ever she left an opening or a silent invitation to join her in what should be their bedroom, the glow of his eyes would falter and he would wish her goodnight.
He couldn't seriously prefer the bed in his office, she thought as she wiped a spill off the counter. It was a little lumpy and not very spacious. Certainly he had used it in the past, when he came home very late and didn't want to wake her up or sully the bed. He would even talk about replacing it as he popped his back before breakfast.
No, maybe Cloud thought she was boring. Tifa pursed her lips as she overthought her relationship predicament. Maybe she seemed boring, because she was shy about trying something new with him. She glanced at her calloused hand that held a frying pan steady, then her eyes went down to her chest, where an ugly scar crossed her cleavage underneath the shirt that hugged her curves. He had said it didn't matter, but was he just trying to make her feel better? Boring and plain and scarred.
"Hey, ma'am?"
Tifa winced at the utterance of 'ma'am'. It made her feel old. She put on a smile and turned around to cheerfully greet this new customer. "Welcome to Seventh Heaven! How can I help you?"
Her customer looked maybe as young as she was, with chestnut brown hair that went everywhere and murky blue-green eyes. He was sitting at the counter with an uncertain expression on his face. A bauble left the pocket of his light brown trench coat, and he reached his arm out towards her. "I heard you give food and drink for useful things if we don't got any money," he mumbled.
Tifa nodded and came closer. "That's right. What did you wanna trade for lunch?"
The bauble came into better view as he moved his fingers out of the way. It looked to be an indigo materia, softly glowing and almost humming with magic. "I don't know how to use this thing. It ain't like the yellow ones, but maybe you could get some use out of it?"
She frowned as she cocked her head, and gingerly she plucked the materia from his hand. Her eyes closed and she searched out what sort of materia this was; she had never seen one that was indigo. Purple she had seen and used, but not indigo. It wasn't a summon, but it wasn't quite a support materia, either. An answer bubbled up and into her mind.
Procubus.
Her eyes fluttered open, but her frown stayed on her face. What's a procubus? She would find out what this materia did later, she decided. With a shrug she looked at the patron and nodded with a small smile. "I'm not sure how this one will work either," she began, "but sure, I'll give you three lunches for it, if that sounds alright to you."
"Just three?"
She hummed and tapped her fingers on the counter. "I'm not really sure how this materia works yet, and for all I know it might be useless. But if I find out it's useful, I'll tack on more lunches. Does that sound alright?"
The customer thought it over in his head, then slowly nodded. "Well, alright. That sounds fair. My buddy says he trusts you since he comes here all the time, so I'll do the same."
Her smile grew. "I'll compensate for your trade, I have no problems with that."
With that Tifa made him a lunch and a large pint of a new local beer, then gave him a voucher with all pertinent information on it. An hour later and the bar quieted as workers went back to their jobs. Certain she would be left alone for the next hour or so as she was most days of the week, she closed the bar and went to her room.
The queen sized bed that sat near the center of the room with the wood headboard touching the far wall greeted her as she entered the room, and she sighed. It was a wide, lonely bed. Tifa closed the door and looked at her appearance in the mirror on the back of the door. She looked a little worn down after lunch rush with no helpers. Cloud wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow evening, on delivery to some place on the Western Continent.
She was alone.
Shoving away her thoughts she fiddled with her small jewelry box, and pulled out a silver chain that held a three pronged claw. It was a necklace that was made for holding materia, and it had gone out of use as materia became a rare commodity again. Cloud had found it one day in the rubble of the slums as they tried to make a new life in the shadow of Midgar's corpse.
Tifa put it around her neck, then snapped the strange materia in. It truly felt like a summon, in the sense that there was something in it. It just didn't feel alive like a summon. It felt like power waiting to be unleashed, like a support materia. She licked her lips. She didn't want to use it like a summon, considering what that could do to the bar. So, she activated it like it was junctioned to another materia.
She felt strange.
"Hmm..." Tifa was confused, then needy. Very, very needy. She let out a gasp at how powerful this urge was that was welling up from within her, demanding she do something to alleviate it. She was panting as she nearly tore off her jeans and began ferociously touching herself underneath her already dampened panties, all the while leaning her back into the oak dresser. It was a noisy and wet affair that wouldn't let her think straight until she had rubbed herself to completion several times, all the while making a mess on the floor.
The need was still there, but subdued. Tifa caught her breath for a minute, wondering if that was what the materia did. When she turned her head to look towards the mirror she stilled, then stood up and came closer to inspect herself.
The materia had made her look, in her opinion, perfect. Her breasts were unnaturally perky, and her curves were curvier. She turned to look at her behind and found it full and just firm enough when she squeezed it. Her skin was soft and glowing, and as she pulled up her dark shirt she noticed her scar wasn't there. It was gone. But the most jarring changes were the additions that weren't part of a normal human body.
Cute little black horns on her head, and petite red bat wings fluttered under the fabric of her shirt on her back. A thin, red prehensile tail rubbed suggestively against her outer thigh. The red in her eyes was more prominent and there was just a little bit of fang instead of canine teeth in her mouth. Her nails were softly pointed and ruby red, shiny and smooth.
It was shocking, but she felt so sexy. She felt ready to be forward, too.
Could she finally talk to Cloud, like this? With this strange materia? She normally would have balked at the idea, but like this it felt like it wouldn't be hard to talk to him. To woo him back into bed, where he belonged, with her. She quietly moaned, then realized she was touching herself again. Her finger had slipped inside as she thought about him.
She sucked in a breath, then walked to her bed and laid down on her back. She stroked her folds slowly before entering again, one finger and then two, her entrance fluttering against them as she thought of Cloud. How she wished he was there, how she wished she could touch his hot as fire skin and feel his muscles working underneath it. How she wished she could taste his mouth and catch his unique scent of mako, musk and campfire. How she wished he would fill her and groan out how she made him feel.
Her toes curled as she thought back, and she wailed out as she released herself again. It felt good, but it wasn't sex. Frustration overcame her and she pouted as she rolled onto her belly and laid her head on her arms. Cloud was far away. He was on his way back, he had called this morning to tell her what he had been up to and if she was doing alright, but that impatient need was there.
With a huff she rose from the bed and deactivated the materia, returning back to her usual appearance. She looked at herself in the mirror; compared to what she was a moment ago she was definitely not sexy. Her hair was a little tousled and not as smooth and shiny. She flexed her arm and noticed how unlady-like her muscles looked with a frown.
She put the necklace back on the drawer, and noticed the bedroom floor was a little messy; it caused a blush to creep on her cheeks. Tifa thought some more about the materia and how she felt when it was activated. Maybe she should use it to get him back in the bedroom, she thought. She had tonight to figure out what abilities the materia held that weren't aesthetics and sex drive, and then tomorrow she would close the bar early to prepare.
A small smile came to her face as she schemed some more. There was a shop a block away that just opened, and Yuffie had been guffawing about it...
Cloud noticed in the winter dusk as he came home that the bar was closed. It was strange, considering it should be bustling for the dinner crowd. He supposed Tifa had been overwhelmed without anyone to help her, so she perhaps took the evening off. He shut off Fenrir outside and wheeled the bike into the garage in the back of the bar. He discarded his leather riding jacket on his work table and quickly ruffled his hair to insulate his chilled scalp.
Quietly he entered the dimly lit bar and looked about. The chairs were on the tables and the sink was clean of dishes. Everything was cleaned, top to bottom it seemed. So, he thought, Tifa used the day to clean everything. He wondered to himself if she would accept his request to have a day off together tomorrow, despite obviously having taken off today.
She hadn't said anything about it when he called this morning.
Was she already asleep? A pang of disappointment hit him. He would have liked to have had dinner with her, at least. Maybe she wasn't feeling well, and he would have to try to cook for her. Or, he thought, it would be much safer to order takeout. He shrugged; if Tifa was sick and sleeping, he would let her sleep. He wanted to shower before trying his hand in the kitchen, and so he made his way upstairs.
With as little noise as he could he began to climb the dark stairway. Halfway up a scent, heavy and reminiscent of roses and sex hit his nose. He blinked a few times in mild bewilderment, then a sound caught his ear. He sneaked up the rest of the stairs and listened to whatever was issuing from the end of the hall.
It sounded like Tifa moaning.
Not painful moaning, he deduced as a spike of pain and jealousy went through his heart. Those were moans of pleasure. A giggle lilted from behind the closed door, and his nostrils flared. Who was in there with Tifa?
He flexed his fists and tightened his jaw. No, he had no right to feel jealous and he knew it. He hurt his family and especially Tifa; why wouldn't she sample someone else, someone that might not be as much of a loser as him? He had been punishing himself for hurting them but he fleetingly wondered if maybe he had gone about this the wrong way yet again. Why couldn't he do relationships right?
Cloud was about to sulk into his office when he heard Tifa's muffled voice. "Mmm...Cloud."
His ears perked at the mention of his name, and he stared at her door for a good long while.
"Cloud..."
That was his name. Maybe there wasn't anyone else in the room with her? Was she calling for him? She had to have heard Fenrir rumbling down the street. Still, he hesitated. Did she truly want him in that function already? He wanted to slowly ease back into it and regain her trust. He wanted to start over and not act like a self absorbed fool again.
Had he been acting that way yet again?
"Cloooooud!"
Gods. With heavy steps he walked closer to the door. Cloud licked his lips and wrapped his hand around the doorknob, unsure what exactly laid beyond. Tifa was there, but...what was she doing? The possibilities were making his body heat up and react in ways that wouldn't help his self-restraint. He sharply exhaled, then opened the door.
The room was dark but for the glow of the streetlights below, painting the white walls of the room an eerie pale blue or a dusky yellow. The warm, large bed he yearned for was occupied by Tifa, who laid there right in the middle with her legs bent upward and stretched wide. One hand held something and the other was touching herself under the soaked fabric of her black panties.
He had forgotten that he was supposed to breathe.
"...Welcome home, Cloud."
He sucked in a breath as he snapped out of...wherever his brain was railroading. Cloud fidgeted in place, still not sure what he should do. He knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't know if that was the right thing to do. What if she was wasted, and he did something she regretted in the morning?
"Cloud?" She moaned softly after calling him again.
"Ah...Tifa. I, uh...are you...are you alright?" The scent was so strong here. If he didn't leave, soon enough he wasn't going to be able to think.
"Mm, never better...Come closer," she purred.
It registered as a command. His body went through the motions even as he tried to resist, if just to find out what was going on. Cloud's field of vision was tinged pink around the edges, and his mind felt even more clouded. He noticed Tifa had a satisfied smirk on her face. She looked...different. Her half lidded eyes were scintillating in the dim light, and her skin looked so smooth.
He was next to the bed now, still confused and becoming increasingly aroused. "Teef," he murmured. "Why do you look so different?"
Tifa tilted her head as it rested on a pillow, her hair splayed about; he finally noticed black lace covering her breasts. "You don't think I look pretty?" she teased.
Cloud shook his head. "I didn't say that."
Her smirk returned, and she held something out to him. "Cloud. Don't you want to make me feel good anymore?" It was a soft little pout, sincere but almost a tease, too.
"I—I do," he admitted as he took whatever it was he had been offered. "I just—"
"Shhhh." Tifa shifted her hips a little and sighed. "Use the dial, Cloud."
Cloud looked at the little device. It had a wire sticking out of the bottom that disappeared into her panties. There was a dial and a few buttons. His voice slipped deeper as he asked, "what about the buttons?"
"The one on the left warms it up."
A grunt passed his lips. His reasoning self was being locked away behind a thick wall of hormones and overloaded senses. She wanted to tease him? He lowered the dial from the middle and watched as she stroked herself, her lip coming forward in a pout as the weak vibrations went through her. "Cloud!"
He chuckled and bent over her, his arms resting on either side of her head. "Not enough?"
She shook her head. His head dipped down closer to her, tense with pent up feelings. "How high should I go, Tifa?"
"All the way," she whispered into his ear before tonguing his stud.
He used his thumb to crank it into the middle again. "I don't know, can you handle it?"
"Yes!" she practically keened.
He smirked, then brought his free gloved hand towards her panties. He began to rub over her fingers and towards her entrance. He was light when he came close to the wire. Her other hand touched his, then tugged off his glove before he could continue. "You're soaked, Teef."
She didn't respond back. Her breaths were shaky as he raised the dial again, then pressed the button that supposedly warmed up whatever was inside her. Cloud watched her face intently as she came. She let out a sweet little cry that made him hungry for more.
Cloud rose up and pressed another button that he assumed would turn it off. Then he put the controller down, took off his other glove, and pulled back Tifa's panties to see what was waiting behind it. He saw the wire, but nothing else. Pulling on it, an egg shaped vibrator slowly slid out, covered in her essence. "When did you get this?"
She tugged on the zipper of his shirt. "I want more," she whispered as his chest became visible. She licked her fingers provocatively as she stared up at him.
He frowned a little. Tifa wasn't acting like Tifa, now that he thought about it. It wasn't that her being forward wasn't a turn-on, it was. It was that she wasn't being herself. And something looked wrong about her, even if it was sexy. Cloud looked into her eyes for some kind of answer.
He found desire, and it was being channeled into his body.
That pink tinge came back to his vision and his heartbeat thudded in his ears. He unzipped the rest of the way down and quickly took his shirt off, tossing it to the floor before diving down to kiss her. He forced his tongue past her plump lips as he shuffled his body on top of her, then Tifa rolled him onto his back as their lips stayed interlocked.
She tasted like wine and honey. It was intoxicating, but he couldn't taste a trace of her. He groaned when she began to suck on his tongue, and he trailed his fingers over her back. His hips bucked upward when she released the kiss, and she grinded herself against the raging hard on hiding in his pants.
A wicked smile crossed her face, and she turned to collect her panties as they clung from an ankle. Looking at him again, she dangled them above his head. "You always had a thing for my panties, didn't you?"
He sucked in a breath, then nodded. Yes, yes he did. AVALANCHE thought it was a joke when he said he stole panties from Tifa in Nibelheim. It wasn't. Did she notice that a pair of panties would go missing for a couple of days when he was out for delivery? Maybe that made him a bit of a pervert, but he thought it was harmless enough.
Now she was taunting him with his kink.
Cloud looked up at her, the black lace of her bra shuttering the view of her chest that he wanted. There was a latch in the front, and he released her chest, pert nipples cheerfully gracing his sight. He had a better look at the necklace she was wearing, the bauble looking as if it were very gently glowing. His hand cupped a breast, and he raised a brow as he looked between them. "Tifa...where's your scar?"
Very gently, she placed her lacy black panties on his face, covering his eyes, nose and tickling his upper lip. "Shhh. It's my turn to take care of you," she softly answered.
He couldn't help but breathe through his nose, catching the scent of her nether region. It was fresh, earthy and spicy. His hands slid down to Tifa's thighs and he ground upwards again. He felt her nails dance over his chest muscles and towards his belt buckle, releasing it after a moment and then lifting herself up to pull his pants and boxers off. When they reached his knees he clumsily began to kick them off, a thud announcing their arrival on the wood floor.
He felt something smooth and long caress his leg. "What was that—"
Cloud hissed in a breath as Tifa took him inside herself slowly. Gods, he missed this so much. The friction as her walls surrounded his length, the warmth, how soaking wet she was. It was like coming back home all over again. She started to move, up and down, up and down. Slow, deliberate.
He took another drag from her panties and groaned out as she gyrated her hips. Her hands rested on the sides of his abdomen, her nails prickling his skin. Cloud felt something carefully touch his ball sack; he wondered for an instant if it was a finger before remembering where Tifa's hands were. Under the panties, he frowned again. "What is that?" he murmured, barely coherent.
Whatever it was, it squeezed him just right.
Tifa let out a moan as she quickened the pace, and Cloud was grunting and groaning with her. His hips began to thrust fiercely, bouncing his rider in place as his mind demanded more. More friction. More moans. More wetness. Tifa began holding to his chest, her nails scraping at him and causing him to growl from the mild, pleasurable pain caused by them.
A flash of light struck his vision and he was nearly screaming as Tifa milked his cock. He came hard inside of her, his hands holding onto her thighs for dear life as he started to come down from his fleeting high.
Breathing heavily he laid there for a few moments, his mind cleared. He took the panties off of his face and stared at the ceiling. Was this the right thing to do? She wanted it. He sure as hell wanted it. But still...
Tifa wasn't letting up, it seemed. That was strange.
The whole encounter had been strange to him. He felt like he had been under a spell. He shifted his body so he could sit with Tifa still on his lap, and he cocked his head as she grinded against his softening member. "What has gotten into you...?"
That's when he noticed it.
That wasn't tousled hair, those were little horns. They weren't props, either. His hand caught something soft and leathery. When did Tifa have bat wings? His glowing blue eyes trailed towards a tail that moved playfully between his legs. "Teef? What's going on?"
She gyrated on his crotch, and as one hand held onto Cloud, the other snaked towards her necklace. "It...it's a materia, I..."
Oh. Well, if it isn't permanent..."But why?"
"Because I want you to want me." She let out a little gasp as she came close to completion again, and she weakly shook her head. "My scars, muscles, calluses...I'm not very sexy." The chuckle that came out was forlorn.
Cloud was dumbfounded by what she had uttered. "Tifa, I..." He licked his lips and swallowed. "...I love you just the way you are."
Her ruby eyes looked pained, even as she continued to grind. "Then why have you been avoiding the bedroom? Avoiding being with me..."
His starlight blue eyes looked away. "After what I had done to you...I didn't think I was worthy yet. I had...have, to prove myself."
Her hand pressed against his cheek, and he looked back into those red orbs, moistened with unfallen tears. "All I ever wanted was for you to come home and be with me again."
He kissed her as her hand made its way to the back of his head, and his thumb feathered her cheek. If that was what she wanted, Tifa would get it. He wanted Tifa happy. He wanted her to feel loved.
When they parted she still clung to him for dear life as she orgasmed again, he member still just hard enough somehow. He chuckled lightly and as she let him go he held the bauble around her neck in his fingers. "So this is what's making you so horny?"
She nodded before wiping some sweat from her brow. "Yeah..."
A smirk crossed his face. "Mind letting me give it a shot?"
A giggle bubbled out of her, and she trailed the nail of her index finger on his chest. "I prefer you the way you are, too, you know."
An amused huff passed his lips. "I see that, but I wanna know what the big deal is."
Tifa looked playfully unsure, then slid the necklace off and placed it onto Cloud. She seemed to phase back into how she should look to him, that familiar presence that was steady and warm. He smiled at her, then kissed her softly on the lips.
His eyes looked down at the materia. "So, how does it work?"
She fingered the glowing orb. "Well, it's...it's between a support materia and a summon materia. The thing is that it junctions to you, and not another materia."
"I see." He felt the power inside, then his eyes fell on her again. "Procubus?"
Tifa nodded. "I think it's another term for a, well, succubus."
Cloud grunted. "Let's hope it doesn't turn me into one of those."
She couldn't help but laugh as he focused on the magic bauble. "But you make for such a pretty woman—Oh!" She felt much fuller than she had moments ago.
Cloud felt the materia phase him, like he had passed through a magical fog. He felt different, and his sex drive nagged at him incessantly. He felt like he could go all night, and maybe into midmorning. "Hm. It feels kinda nice," he said in a low, husky voice.
Tifa looked him over in what little light was coming into the room. His horns were a bit bigger, more goat like. His wings looked like they might be black, and she couldn't see his tail yet. His eyes were even more captivating than before, somehow. Shimmering blue that was darkened by a powerful lust.
He took her lips with his and she tasted heavy, sweet, intoxicating spice, addicting and arousing all at once. Playfully he darted his tongue in and out, occasionally tangling with her own when she swiped his suggestively. Slowly, hesitantly, they parted, ready to experiment some more.
She put her hands on his horns and jostled around on his cock. His hands roamed the sides of her torso down to her hips, and he helped set the pace as their foreheads slowly bumped together. They panted in unison as he slowly increased the tempo. His thumb stretched out to explore her wet folds, and she gasped as he began to rub.
He wasn't sure if he came first or if she did, but it didn't really matter. He was still wanting more. Was this the feeling that had been thrumming through her body all evening? It was powerful. He wanted to try another position. "Get on all fours," he growled.
Tifa compiled after catching her breath, rising off of his member and positioning herself with her ass slightly raised. She felt him shift around on the bed, his knees hugging the inside of her calves and his cock rubbing against her swollen clit. Cloud's hands gripped her waist, and then he moved himself to enter her from behind.
He pushed in, sighed, then pulled out before forcing his way back in again. Cloud leaned into her and licked the back of her neck as her hair fell to one side. "I'm going to fill you with my cum," he promised in a feral, lust filled whisper.
That materia really brought out that other side, he thought.
He set up a steady pace, then began to fondle one of Tifa's breasts. A finger extended and carressed her scar, the skin sensitive to touch. She mewled his name as he stroked it, then retracted it to pinch at her nipple. A little twist and a tiny pull, just enough to make her say something incomprehensible.
Her voice was always so sweet to his ears.
That tail of his had to go to work, too. Maybe he didn't have as much experience with it as she did, but he was sure he could do something. Cloud tucked it under him and let it reach out towards her clit, rubbing it with every thrust. She sucked in a sharp breath, tension beginning to grow in her arms. "Cloud..."
"Does it feel good, Tifa?"
She swallowed a moan back, then nodded her head.
He chuckled darkly. "Good..." He leaned into her again. "Are you close, Tifa? I'm so close to filling you. You want that, right?"
"Mm..." She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into his thrusts. "Yes, I—I want it. I want you."
Cloud nibbled on the tip of her ear before straightening his back again. One hand trailed her ass cheek, then he playfully slapped it. Just enough to make it ripple a little. "I missed you," he admitted.
"Oh, Cloud..." Her pants became harsher and her pushing more needy, her walls rippling around his engorged cock. She let out a choked cry, then screamed in ecstasy as she squirted all over his tail and legs. She quieted, and he shifted her legs a little for deeper access.
His thrusts became stronger, faster, needier. Cloud's arms wrapped around Tifa as his face warped with focus, his breaths quick and harsh against her skin. Tension filled him and like a tight coil he released, coming deep and hard into her as he let out a feral roar of triumph.
She plopped onto the mattress, still catching her breath. Cloud felt like he could do another round or ten, but he noticed how tired she was. Maybe he could play with himself for a bit, or at least he thought that until he saw Tifa turn to him. She looked ready to cuddle in the warm afterglow like they used to, before his depression got in the way of all the important things in his life.
With a huff he took the necklace off, then discarded it on the nightstand next to the bed. His nightstand. He laid next to Tifa after situating the blankets on top of them, then held her in his arms. Tifa found herself using his shoulder for a pillow, tracing familiar, calloused fingers over his chest and scars.
"That was something else," he finally said. "We'll have to use it more often."
"Hm." Tifa cuddled into him, catching his musky scent. "Maybe in the shower tomorrow."
Masculine laughter vibrated from his chest, and Cloud nodded. "Think about the fun we'll have after we've mastered it and birthed a new one."
"Oh, yeah."
He raised a brow and squeezed her gently. "And maybe, I can get you a new toy to play with. Where did you get that love egg, anyway?"
He couldn't see the mischievous smile on Tifa's face. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She yawned as he quietly laughed again, and Cloud rubbed her ear under chocolate strands of hair. "...I'm so glad you're home, Cloud."
A tired smile grew on his lips, and he closed his eyes. "I am too, Teef."