Eternal Dream
By: irish d' salmon luver
Author's Note: WARNING!! Contains non-con sex or maybe better known as rape, so if you don't like that, you can just close your eyes (maybe a bit peeking behind your fingers…). Don't say I don't warn ya! BTW, I suggest anyone who have Sephiroth's theme song Sairin Kata Tsubasa no Tenshi / One Winged Angel, hear that song when read the rape part. I've always done that when I read any non-con SephTi fic. It helps me build the atmosphere
Thanks to razorblade romantic for the proofread! I love your work!
Disclaimer: Same like before.
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Why?
Every time I wanted to remember you,
I could only feel pain
An enormous pain
Do you love to see me wriggle in agony?
Chapter 04: Dark MemoryThe town was a mess. Fire was everywhere, so were lifeless bodies. Further from the town, inside the mountain, there was a reactor. Inside the reactor, there lay another corpse. A young girl with long dark brown hair was kneeling beside the corpse, a long, slim sword not far from the cold body.
"Papa…" she cried.
Suddenly she stopped crying.
"Sephiroth…" she straightened her body.
"Sephiroth did this to you, right?!"
She bowed her head.
"Sephiroth… SOLDIER…Mako Reactor… Shinra…"
She clenched her fist.
"EVERYTHING! I HATE EVERYTHING!!"
She stood, picking up Sephiroth's sword, and went deeper inside to the center of the reactor. The sword was heavy as hell, but the girl didn't care about it. She only cared for one thing: to extract her revenge upon Sephiroth. That meant killing him with her own two hands.
She arrived inside Jenova's chamber. Sephiroth was standing in front of it. He was speaking to something like a human being, like a woman, but her skin was blue with bluish sliver hair and her left eye was shining red.
"Mother, I'm here to see you. Please, open this door."
"How could you do that to Papa and the villagers?!" the young girl shouted to him.
She stormed to Sephiroth, sword held high, and attempted to kill the silver-haired man. But instead she only sliced his arm slightly. Reacting with lightning speed, Sephiroth held her hand, freeing his sword from her grasp, and then knocked her head with its hilt. The girl was thrown into the wall. She felt like her head would explode, but she couldn't loose consciousness with this killer around. She reached out for her sore head, and she felt something wet. She looked at her hand. It was her blood.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
A board body was shadowing her small frame.
"Tifa Lockhart, isn't it?" Sephiroth asked, smirking.
"SHUT UP! How could you burn my village, and then kill Papa and all the villagers?! You damn murderer!!" Tifa shouted at the man in front her.
"Tifa, Tifa…" Sephiroth said smoothly, shaking his head slightly.
"Don't you dare say my name!! You fucking murderer monster!!" Tifa spat out, her eyes ablaze with hatred for the man standing before her.
Sephiroth's eyes sparkled with both rage and excitement. He looked so inhuman in Tifa's eyes. He pursed his lips, and then he grabbed the hem of Tifa's white tank top, making her squeak. He pulled her to the air, so he could see her eyes leveled with his own.
And so Sephiroth locked his eyes with Tifa.
Reddish brown met glowing green cyan.
Prey met predator.
Fear met wrath.
Sephiroth smirked.
And suddenly, without warning he tossed the girl to the hard floor. Tifa screamed in pain as Sephiroth bent over her and chocked her. She gasped, tried to breath, but his grip on her throat just kept getting tighter and tighter. Just when she felt she was going to faint, Sephiroth loosened his grip until he finally let go of her. Tifa coughed, almost choking on the air rushing back into her lungs and eyed her assailant. He straightened himself as he stared at her with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Never speak to me like that again or you won't see the world anymore." Sephiroth warned her in a stern voice.
Tifa rubbed her neck. His strength was far greater than her. Her lips formed a frown. She was no threat to him, so why didn't he just kill her?
"Why…" she whispered, "Why don't you kill me now?"
His look changed from fulfillment to firm, with his face hard and his jaw clenched.
"Why don't you kill me like you killed the others?!" Tifa asked again, a little more forcefully this time.
Sephiroth moved quicker than she could see and the next thing she knew, her face smashed the floor. Sephiroth had slapped her, making the young woman shut up. A thin line of blood trickled from her mouth.
"What I do with you is my own business. You don't have any say in the matter." He commanded. He watched how the blood kept trickling from her mouth, down to her neck and her collarbone. He then tilted her face.
"Look what you've done. You make yourself bleed." He scoffed at her. The General's eyes changed expression quickly, once filled with boredom and contempt, they now shone with lust and desire.
Tifa shut her eyes; she didn't want to see the lust inside his eyes.
He leaned closer, until their mouths were almost touching.
"Open your eyes." He commanded.
Tifa kept her eyes shut.
"I said open your eyes!!"
Tifa opened her eyes, as a scream ripped from her throat. The mad general had just sliced her right leg with his sword. It just a scratch, but hurt enough to made her eyes teary. His sword was truly sharp.
"Hush, little girl." He said as he licked the blood from her collarbone. "If you had just obeyed my command, I wouldn't have hurt you like this."
He continued licking her blood, moving his tongue upward to her neck. Tifa bit her lower lip to hold herself for vomiting. She pushed his body with her petite hand, but it was as useless as trying to push a mountain from its base. Sephiroth grabbed her red vest, pulled it from her body, and then with his other hand he grasped both of her hands, placing them above her head, and tied them up using her vest, attached to the nearest iron pillar. Tifa began to panic.
"What are you doing?! Let me go, you maniac!!" Tifa cried, water filling her eyes once more.
Sephiroth dipped his fingers to the wound on her leg. Even with his hands wrapped in leather gloves, it was still painful.
"Be a good girl, or I show you no mercy." He whispered to her, his hot breath tickling the sensitive spot in her ear. He licked her blood again, and when he finally reached her lips, he licked his tongue over her dry lips. Tifa felt a tear trickling from her eye. Sephiroth detained her legs with his own, and he pressed his body to her. He cupped her face with both of his hands.
Sephiroth took her lips with his. It wasn't a kiss. No, he swallowed her. He bit her lower lip, and when Tifa opened her mouth to scream, he forced his tongue inside her. He explored her mouth, biting her tongue, licking her lips. His hands roaming around her defenseless body, pulling her shirt up to her neck, and then he ripped her bra. Once his hand reached her breast, he grasped it and began to massage it. Tifa let out a cry, but Sephiroth soon engulfed it with his kiss.
Next he pinched her nipples. Hard. As soon as Sephiroth's mouth left her lips, her scream echoed through the reactor walls. She screamed louder when one of Sephiroth's fingers left her nipple, only to be replaced by his hot mouth. He began to suck it hard, so rough that Tifa felt her breast started to get sore. While the other fingers played with her right nipple, the free one traced along her slender tummy, going further and further until it reached her thigh. He stroked her inner thigh, feeling her smooth skin beneath his gloved hands. He moved his hand to her most intimate place, and started rubbing his gloved hand against her cotton panties. Tifa let out a whimper and she cried until her voice went hoarse, but Sephiroth just kept rubbing her core.
Tifa couldn't believe this. Just not a long ago, she rushed to Sephiroth in an attempt to kill him, and now she was shamefully towered by him, hands tied up, and couldn't do anything as the madman began raping her. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw Sephiroth drew his Masamune and place it on top of her nude breast. The tip touched her nipple, sending shiver all over her body.
"How would you like to feel the taste of this sword on your skin, Lockhart? How do you like the taste of steel on your breast?" Sephiroth asked, his eyes gleaming with madness and desire.
Tifa gritted her teeth, her jaw clenched, as tears kept flowing down her face. The cold steel on her skin didn't calm her a bit; instead it gave her a chilled shiver to her body, made her peaks hard and puckered in anticipation. Sephiroth smirked at her body's reaction, and then he moved the sword down to her panties, and with one flick on his wrist, the undergarment was torn into two pieces, revealing her pinkish virgin flesh of womanhood.
A sadistic smile crept on Sephiroth's gorgeous face. He placed the tip of his sword on the fold, made her back arch and her body tremble. Sephiroth rubbed the surface of his sword against her sex part, caused Tifa to whimper. The strange feeling for something sharp and cold rubbed her womanhood made her frightened but also excited. But of course she would never admit the last feeling.
"S-stop it, p-please…" Tifa stammered, looking pleadingly to the madman with tear stained cheeks.
"No, you can't stop me." Sephiroth took one of her breast and bit her nipple.
Sephiroth rubbed her faster, but wary enough not to give any scratch to her flesh. Tifa panted heavily, and she kept begging for him to stop, but she couldn't do anything as her first-ever orgasm took her over.
Sephiroth smirked.
"I don't know that such a little girl like you like the feel steel touching her skin. You're naughtier than I thought, Lockhart." Sephiroth said, eyes dancing with lust and contentment.
"Don't… call… my… name! Get away from me, you fucking pervert!!" Tifa shouted at him, panting and blushing. How could she lose herself like that? To be come like this… in HIS hand! Or HIS sword, to be precise.
Sephiroth swept his fingers into her entrance, gathering her juice on his hand, bringing it to his mouth. Sucking each finger one by one, tasting her. Tifa eyed him with disgust. He looked like a demon, sucking the blood of its victim. Sephiroth then drifted his eyes to Tifa's prone form, a sick sinister smirk appeared on his face, and much to Tifa's horror, Sephiroth began to take off his black leather pants.
"No… No, no, no, no, no, NO! You're not going to do THAT!" Tifa cried in protest, trying to break her arms free.
"Oh, believe me, Lockhart, I'm going to do THAT," he replied simply. He pulled his pants down to his knees, showing his jutting shaft. Tifa's eyes almost bulged out literally. Just looking at the size of it reassured her that once it was entering her, it would tear her inside out.
"You're kidding me… You're fucking kidding me, Sephiroth!! There's no way that 'thing' can come inside me, and there's no way I will let you do that to me!!" Tifa said, trying harder to break free from her restraints.
"Lockhart, Lockhart… Poor you. There's also no way you can stop ME! And you already know that! Actually, you should thank me or at least be happy I'll take you. Any other woman would die just to fuck with me, you know?"
He backhanded her, and her face crashed into the iron pillar, making her cough up some blood. Tifa could see some stars come insight, and she was immobile for a while. Sephiroth took this chance to positioning himself between Tifa's legs, and before Tifa could focus herself, he made a quick thrust inside her.
An earsplitting shriek echoed through the reactor's thick wall, and traveled through to outside, but was soon engulfed by the chilling wind. Sephiroth seemed like he didn't really care about it. He only cared about how tight she was. Her walls clamped his manhood so tightly; he let out a low grunt as he felt her core massage him.
Tifa lost her breath. She could feel the blood trickling from her entrance down to her thigh. It hurt so much, the most painful thing she ever felt. And it became more and more painful when Sephiroth started to thrust himself into her body faster and harder. Every tear she let out from her eyes couldn't erase the soreness, and she kept crying and crying until she felt like her soul was empty.
Sephiroth thrust deeper inside Tifa. She was indeed a virgin. He could smell her blood. Her virgin blood. He buried his head to Tifa's neck. His tongue traced her skin, and the more he tasted her skin, the more he desired to engulf her, to eat her. And so he did. He bit her neck until it was bleeding, and then he licked her blood, devouring the taste of it. And for him, her blood was sweet.
He wanted more.
Sephiroth buried himself deeper inside her, quickening his pace. He let out an animal's howl as he moved harder and faster. Tifa's body was merely a rag doll. Her eyes were blank and dull, devoid of life. Tifa moved only a little when she felt Sephiroth's body tense. Then she jerked her body when she felt Sephiroth cum inside her; she could feel the warm fluid rush in her body.
Sephiroth lied on top of her for a while, panting heavily. When he finally gathered his breath, he slowly pulled himself out from Tifa. He quickly put on his pants and picked up his Masamune. The sword was glistening from Tifa's juice from her first orgasm when he toyed with her before. Sephiroth licked the juice, tasting her again. Her taste was just as sweet as her blood.
And then he remembered.
Her blood.
He wanted more of her blood.
He looked down at Tifa's limp body. She was bleeding, but not in overabundance. And he wanted to see more blood. He wanted to taste more of her sweet blood.
And so he lifted his legendary Masamune high to the air, and with one graceful swing the sword slashed the poor young girl's body from her right shoulder to her left abdomen, making the wound flood with blood. Tifa screamed in pain until she lost her consciousness. Soon a pool of her own blood covered Tifa's petite body.
Sephiroth smirked, satisfied with his work of art. How beautiful his little dark-haired angel was surrounded with red. He brought his sword in front of his mouth. He licked her blood, her sweet blood. Another evil smile escaped his lips.
Nothing could compare the sweetness of a virgin's blood.
Nothing, not any chocolate or sweets from any place from the Planet could compare the sweetness of Tifa Lockhart's virgin blood.
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A/N: There, there! First, I want to say sorry if the plot was a bit similar to any other non-con SephTi fic. Can't help it. The story had to go that way… And I'm also sorry if my story-telling technique was a bit… poor, especially in the rape part. I just became WAY too nervous when I wrote the part when Sephiroth raping Tifa… The images went way too wild inside my head I could barely concentrating to write my story…
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