Okay, this is the lemon that's supposed to be with the story 'Cleansing His Tainted Heart' on Quizilla!, so... This is just the missing link. Think whatever you want, I don't care. xD I just want to get this out of the way so it's over and done with. Fucking Sephiroth... he's such a pain. -COUGH.- Anyway... I tried some different wordplay in here to see how it panned out, but quite frankly, I'm a terrible judge of character when it comes to myself and my stories. They're either usually mediocre to me or they're average. So! Tell me what you think. And if you know me, then you'll know my usual wordplay, and this is DEFINITELY a change... so... yay? Nay? Eh? You decide. :P

Love,
Haru

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"Sephiroth, we can't--! Tifa's just---" The man was quick to cut you off before you could continue. "Bound, gagged and unable to hear us..." He whispered huskily, leaning down so he was at eye level with you. He smirked and leaned closer, his large hands coasting down and tracing from your shoulders down your arms and to your hips.

You inhaled slowly, trying to relax and slow your rapidly beating heart. Surely he wasn't serious?

Without the use of words, Sephiroth more than happily answered your unspoken question. He pressed his lips against yours firmly, hungrily. His warm tongue searched over your lips, seeking, prying. You knew how wrong this was, so you tried to squirm away. Sephiroth had other plans. He kept one hand firmly on your hip, while the other slipped back and grabbed your backside, squeezing. You gasped in surprise, which gave Sephiroth immediate entry.

His tongue was gentle at first, coaxing yours to come out and play. You finally caved and began to respond, your tongue brushing against his and seeking to slip around it, to taste him.

The kiss started out almost sweet and tender, but the more you both got into it, and the more your hands began to wander over one another, the more animalistic and primal it became. There were no boundaries at this point: you both only sought the need for sweet relief.

Without losing a beat, Sephiroth's hands slid to your bottom and cupped it, giving one abrupt pull. Out of instinct your legs wrapped around his waist, seeking support so you didn't fall. It barely even took one arm and he had you completely supported against him, with your arms around his neck allowing a bit more leverage for the both of you.

While keeping you supported, he brought his free hand over and opened the door, pushing it open and carrying you in. He didn't bother closing the door. Without a thought he dropped you onto the bed, though he was quick to get on top of you and press his lips against yours in a fierce, passionate kiss, sending your mind reeling.

Sephiroth withdrew from the kiss, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down at you, meeting your foggy, lustful stare. A string of saliva still connected your mouths, but with a quick, chaste kiss, it was gone.

He began to work his way down your jaw line to your neck, biting and suckling on the smooth, supple flesh. You bit your bottom lip, your arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. His lips worked further up, encouraging you to move your head to the side so he had better access to everything. His mouth worked up higher, attacking a sensitive spot beneath your ear, eliciting a mewl from your throat and making you arch into him.

What almost resembled a growl rumbled in the back of his throat, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh before he went for the ridge of your ear. The small whine that he heard next was nearly his undoing.

Still taking his time, his lips descended down the side of your neck once again, only pausing momentarily to place several small fleeting kisses over the front of your throat before continuing. His long, slender fingers slowly eased down the straps of your summer dress, exposing more flesh as time passed. When his lips reached the tops of your breasts, he looked up at you, his tongue tipping out to rove over the tender flesh.

You shivered, narrowing your eyes down at Sephiroth as he continued to tease you, relentless in his assault. He kissed between your breasts, just above the valley between them, and made a slow, steady lick over your flesh. You groaned, frustrated that he was so intent on taking his time. "Bastard," he glanced up at your hiss, smirking smugly against your skin. "Is there a problem?" He purred, nuzzling between your breasts.

"What do you think?"

"Hmm, things seem fine now..."

He chuckled at the brief glare he received and, without another word, he reached one large hand down to the small of your back, forcing you to arch upward, and up a little more when his hand kept ascending.

Once his fingers found the zipper to the dress, he smoothly drew it down to the bottom and removed his hand, allowing you lie back down again.

Grabbing onto the straps once more, he tugged them down your arms, and then grabbed some cloth on your hips, tugging. The cloth slid off like water, exposing your bare breasts and torso to his feasting eyes. He traced his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes focused on your perky, round globes. Never too big and never too small; they were the perfect size. After all, anything more than a handful or a mouthful was a waste.

He tugged your dress down the rest of the way, only pausing long enough for you to lift your hips before he removed it completely and threw it aside. He was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a pair of pretty white panties; lace, no less.

Shifting so he was a bit more comfortable (but still on his knees), he leaned down, pressing his lips to your ankle. You twitched in response, your eyes focusing on him. He was bold, as his eyes kept locked onto yours while his lips ascended up your leg, working his way up your calf, your knee, and slowly to your thighs. His hand trailed up the other leg, admiring the soft flesh beneath his calloused fingers.

When Sephiroth ended his venture, he was at eye level with the ivory lace cloth that kept you covered from his lustful eyes. However, he was going to torture you a little more before continuing.

He kissed the apex of your thighs, working into the crevices and so, so close to what you both craved. You already knew you were wet from his torturous ministrations, and there was nothing you could do – or rather, would do. Begging was simply out of the question.

"Sephiroth," you gasped, your hips jerking when his fingers probed at your clit through the panties.

He hummed in response, moving his lips over the lace and kissing back up your belly to your breasts. You were left squirming as his fingers continued to lightly probe at and gently flick your clit. You bucked your hips, groaning. He ignored you and instead focused on kissing your smooth breasts, his free hand palming the neglected one. You moaned as you arched your back, pressing your breasts closer to his mouth and hand. You wanted more than his teasing, subtle touches, but he had no intention of giving it to you. Not yet.

He chuckled, tracing the tip of his tongue along the flesh slowly, circling the areola, but never once did his hot, wet, tempting mouth touch your nipple. He intentionally ignored it and, instead, switched breasts so he could torment your mind and body even further.

"Sephiroth," you hissed.

"What?" He murmured, nibbling the flesh of your breast contently. You whined. "Stop teasing me, you jerk!"

He smirked faintly, "Beg for it," he purred. His voice was husky, thick and laced with desire, making you even wetter at the sound alone. How he could be so cruel and get such a rise out of you, yet refuse to fuck you senseless was beyond your comprehension, but you would fight him anyway. "No," you whined. Your small noises of frustration were drowned by your sudden cry when he pinched your clit and his tongue attacked your body again. "Beg," he growled.

"P-please," you choked out, tossing your head to the side and digging your nails into his shoulders. He pinched your clit again, earning the same cry as before – music to his ears. "Please what?"

"Ahh... Please, fuck me!"

He smirked. That was all he needed to hear.

His warm mouth immediately engulfed a nipple, suckling firmly on it as his tongue lashed back and forth over the tip. The hand that was torturing your clit seemed careless and ripped away the lacy fabric. Wedging your thighs further apart, he cupped your pussy, his middle finger pushing between the folds and driving into your tight body. You released a strangled cry, arching into him and moaning helplessly.

His finger thrust in and out of your body swiftly while his tongue continued its violent assault, his teeth occasionally taking a soft bite onto your nipple. Your body spasmed beneath his skilled and cruel assault, your hips jerking into his hand and your chest pressing closed to his mouth. Even if it hurt, even if made you scream, you still wanted more. You needed more, you craved more. When he had, to his satisfaction, caused your nipple to become swollen and red, he switched to the neglected one, giving it the same treatment as its twin. Once both had become swollen and reddened from his attack, he removed his finger from your pussy.

You mewled, squirming on the bed. You had been so close, but he wasn't going to allow it. When you looked at him with question, he shook his head, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking it. He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned down, burying his face between your thighs. You squealed, nearly pushing your pelvis into his face, but his clean hand pressed into your belly, preventing you from bucking.

His other hand lifted to your mouth, offering his wet finger. You grabbed his hand with both of yours, drawing it closer and staring at his finger. Is that what he wanted? You glanced at him, only to blink as his finger pushed past your lips. You squirmed at the taste of yourself, but it was soon forgotten when you felt his tongue run over your labia. With a moan of surrender, you suckled on his finger, cleaning off your own juices.

This only seemed to drive him further, so his mouth worked further against your dripping pussy lips, his tongue dipping in several times before he moved up and wrapped his lips around your clitoris, sucking on it and teasing it with his tongue.

You moaned against his hand, your fingers tightening their hold on it as you arched your hips closer to his deliciously talented mouth.

His hand on your belly prevented you from moving around too much, however, which only piled on the frustration. He seemed to read your mind and moved his tongue downward, releasing your clit so his tongue to delve into you, licking away and thrusting into you until you were left as nothing more than a moaning, writhing body beneath his lips.

The familiar white-hot pit of fire started back up in your belly, and you arched closer, helpless and needing more. He moved his tongue in further, his fingers stroking your belly as you began to convulse and spasm as your orgasm raked over your body like a tidal wave of ecstasy.

He let you ride out your orgasm, his tongue cleaning you of your juices in the meanwhile. Once you had settled down and you were only panting for breath, he moved back up your body, licking his lips clean of your juices. He smirked, nuzzling your neck gently. "More," you whispered, tugging on his arms. "As you wish." He murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your jaw line before sitting up and shedding himself of any remaining clothing. He was immediately on top of you again, and you shivered in delight at the feel of his warm, large body engulfing yours.

With his chest to yours, he pressed several delicate kisses over your cheeks and chin, his hand dipping between the two of you. He guided the tip of his cock between your thighs, pressing the head against your entrance. He didn't wait any further and he drove his thick length fully into your body, earning cries of pleasure from the both of you. He fell onto his elbows above you, staring down at you as his hips found a rhythm. Your legs lifted and wrapped around his hips, rocking your hips into his hungrily.

It didn't last long before his hips began to piston into yours fervently, making you moan and thrash beneath him in uncontrolled desire and wanton lust. It wasn't long before he had picked up such a pace that you were sure you would have bruises on your inner thighs before the day's end. You dug your nails into his back, crying out and bucking into him as you felt yourself being driven to the brink once more, feeling that ever familiar pit of white hot pleasure boiling up inside of your belly all over again.

A few more powerful, animalistic thrusts were delivered before you hit your release, your hips bucking helplessly as you cried out his name with fervor, your nails drawing red lines down his back. He hissed, but it only seemed to drive him on, his thrusts continuing and growing harder as he rammed into you mercilessly, drawing out your orgasm.

You moaned and screamed and cried out as he continued for several moments more before he buried himself into the hilt one last time, his come spilling inside of you. You whimpered softly, withdrawing your nails from his flesh, and nuzzled into his neck as he relaxed on top of you. You rubbed your hands soothingly over his sweaty back, taking a deep breath before closing your eyes.

"I love you, Sephiroth," you whispered, kissing his shoulder.

He only made a soft 'hmm' in response before rolling off of you, pulling his softening member out of your body before lying down beside you. His arm immediately wrapped around you and pinned you to his chest, allowing you both to snuggle comfortably. "Rest," he soothed, brushing your bangs from your forehead, where they had stuck to.

"Mmkay..."

His words lulled you into a light sleep, your body finally content from being filled by your lover, and you finally drifted off, unaware of the plans he had made.