"You can leave anytime." Zack told Reno and Yuffie on their way to the dining room for breakfast, after he told Cora to watch Aerith and gave her the key. "Party's definitely over. There will be no more Bacchanalias at the castle."
"Won't you need help?" Yuffie asked him. She did like Zack from the little she knew of him, since he also never hurt her, but he was Aerith's.
"You've done more than enough." Zack replied bitterly, more to Reno than to her.
Yuffie got into the co-pilot's seat and watched her husband go through his mental pre-flight checklist. He seemed rather subdued while almost angry at the same time, and she didn't know the cause, unless he was more upset about the problems Zack and Aerith were now facing then he let on. Once they were airborne, she reached over to slide her hand into his pants and started fondling him. "Do you need me to please you?" she asked.
His first thought was to refuse her, but realized he was rather wound up from being asked about the Turks after all this time. "Take your panties off." he replied. Once she obeyed, he took her hand and carefully pulled her into his lap, positioning her so she wouldn't interfere with his piloting, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He stroked her hair and tucked it behind her ear before gently caressing her cheek. "From now on, you don't wear panties unless I tell you."
"As my Husband wishes it." Yuffie agreed to his demand.
"Then do your duty, wife." Reno's hand now drew her head to his for a kiss. His resistance to a submissive wife had faded fast when it became obvious how assertive she was in her submission to him. Once back in their bedchamber, they had spent most of the night working on getting the kinks out of their new roles, literally. Yuffie hadn't hesitated to let him know what she didn't like, and they had decided on 'Tifa' as their safe word, since saying her name would kill the mood anyway. He had her pick one of the books and they started working through it, getting almost halfway before they exhausted themselves, skipping the ones that bothered his wife.
Yuffie opened his fly and drew out his stiffened member, guiding him inside her as he broke the kiss so he could concentrate on getting them home safely. She was so grateful that he had finally accepted her submission, and that he had promised to never blindfold or gag her. She couldn't handle that again, and she would never have to. Yuffie smiled, equally enjoying the pleasure he gave her and the thrill she felt from pleasing him.
Reno smiled too, when she started making those purring sounds she had frequently made during the night. She really wasn't faking her contentment in being dominated, provided he didn't cross her boundaries. But then he wouldn't whip a woman anyway or gag one, since he liked to hear them, and as for no blindfold, she didn't mind closing her eyes, so it was all good. He was just glad there were things she would say no to. "Say it." he ordered her.
"My ass is yours alone." Yuffie obediently answered. "My body is never to please anyone else."
"You do have a nice one." he told her, taking one of his hands off the controls to playfully pinch her bottom. "And what happens if you ever forget who you are?"
"My Husband rightfully punishes me however he deems fit." she replied in a strained voice as his hands now clutched her ass and he drove himself deeper into her.
Reno smirked as he felt Yuffie's hands clench into fists behind his neck and her purring got louder. Her body seemed to crave domination as much as she did, and he was willing to oblige her. "Now say what you want, wife."
Yuffie knew that meant she had to beg in the most crass and vulgar terms she could think of, and she did so right away, in a humble pleading tone, eager for the reward he always gave her for degrading herself. Reno's smirk widened as her pleas were interrupted by her saying words that he recognized as names of Wutaian gods as her body exploded, his own climax not far behind. "Thank you for letting me serve you, Husband." Yuffie breathed, laying her head on his chest.
"You're turning out to be a good wife so far." Reno told her. "Now get up and sit back in my lap so you can see out."
"Are you going to take me up the ass again?" Yuffie asked him a little while later, as she felt him harden against her bare bottom.
"Nice try, you little vixen, but the lube's in our luggage." Reno informed her. "We'll be home in a couple hours, ask me then."
"Lube? Is that why it didn't hurt?" Yuffie asked him.
"What do you mean?" Reno frowned.
"When you dominated me at the Bacchanalia, it was the first time it didn't hurt for someone to do that to me." Yuffie explained, remembering how they either just didn't care if she enjoyed it or not, or they deliberately wanted it to hurt, demanding pained cries from her.
"If you thought it would hurt, why'd you want me to do it?" Reno wanted to know as stormy emotions passed fleetingly over his face.
"I would willingly endure pain from you once if it meant I would never have to endure other people hurting me again." Yuffie admitted as she leaned herself back against him. "I love serving you."
"If anyone else does ever touch you again, I'll kill them." Reno vowed. "And you know there's only reason I would ever hurt you, don't you?"
"Because I was a bad wife." Yuffie answered.
"So just serve me faithfully and there won't be a problem." Reno told her.
"Always." Yuffie promised, a soft smile on her lips as she rested her head back to lay on his shoulder.
"You'll make a proper wife yet once I finish training you." Reno leaned his head to kiss the hollow of her throat as his fingers easily stroked her into ecstasy once more.
Zack quietly entered the room, grateful that Aerith was still sleeping. Cora was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "Has she woken up at all?" he whispered to Cora.
"Yes." she whispered back with a disturbed expression on her face. "Is she alright?"
"She hasn't been alright since Tifa got ahold of her." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Cora was about to chide him for disrespecting the Empress when Aerith suddenly bolted awake.
"Is it morning yet?" she asked them desperately.
"Yes, it is." Zack reluctantly admitted. "Do you want to see her now?"
"As soon as I make myself look how she wants me to. Will you help me, Cora?" Aerith was practically begging her.
"Of course, Lady Aerith." Cora replied.
Aerith eagerly followed Zack and Cora to the dungeon, even if she didn't understand why they were leading her there. She was wearing a pure white dress, with light pink ballerina slippers and her hair braided with light pink ribbon and coiled on top of her head The white materia was dangling from the matching ribbon choker she wore, and Aerith hoped her demure virginal appearance would win Tifa's approval back. Cora had promised her that she looked beautifully fresh and innocent.
"I have to warn you, she's not feeling well." Zack told Aerith as they stopped in front of the door to Tifa's cell.
"Is it because she's still mad at me?" Aerith asked fearfully.
"No!" Zack snapped, then sighed and apologized to her. "Let's get this over with."
Aerith was a mass of nerves as she stepped into the room, made more uncertain by Zack's unusual behavior. "Lady Tifa?" Aerith called out, wondering why it smelled so foul in the room. "I'm here to apologize."
"You can't trick me anymore, Sephiroth! Aerith would never need to apologize to me! She's perfect! I made her that way!" Tifa ranted at her. "I'll burn the whole world before I let you have her!"
"Lady Tifa, it is me, please don't be angry at me anymore." Aerith walked towards the sound of her voice, reaching out to touch her. "Why...why are you restrained? What's going on?" Aerith's voice broke. "Why aren't you in the throne room?"
"Don't touch me! You're a fraud! You're not my Aerith...he made me kill her, and when I kill myself, I'll destroy every last remnant of you in the lifestream!" Tifa continued her ranting.
"Lady Tifa, I'm alive. Please don't talk like that!" Aerith pleaded. "Just tell me everything's going to be okay. You promised me you'd never leave me, remember?"
Tifa's maniacal laugh chilled Aerith to the bone. "You're not listening, are you? I always keep my word, in life or death, I'll always be with Aerith!"
"Let's go." Zack told Aerith, and gently led her out of the cell, telling Cora to lock the door.
"What's...what's happened to her?" Aerith gasped in shock.
"She...she went mad when she thought she killed you." Zack explained.
"Noooooo!" Aerith cried out as she collapsed. "I...I did this to her!"
Zack gently picked Aerith up and carried his distraught wife back to their bedchamber. "I told you how important you were to her, but this isn't your fault. Remember, she said you had nothing to apologize for."
"But I have! I made her hurt me because I was bad! That's why she doesn't remember me! I...I betrayed her and she is suffering because of me!" Aerith sobbed hysterically as she curled up into a ball. "How...how can anything hurt this much?!"
"Would these help her pain?" Cora quietly asked Zack, showing him the bottle of pills Tifa had given her. She wasn't sure they would work, but she didn't know what else to do, and she couldn't stand seeing Lady Aerith so miserable.
"I don't ever want to see those again!" Zack angrily snapped, knocking the bottle out of her hand and sending it flying into the wall, where it shattered, sending pills and glass shards flying through the air, some of which landed on the bed with Aerith.
She went to pick one off her arm, but grabbed it wrong, and she yelped when it sliced her hand, then smiled as an idea occurred to her. Aerith picked up the piece again with her bloody hand, and was about to stab herself when Zack grabbed her and Cora took the glass shard forcibly from her hand. "Don't you understand? It's just like Lady Tifa said, we can be together in death!" Aerith wailed.
"Get the healing materia from the nightstand drawer." Zack ordered Cora as he held Aerith in a vise grip. "She's not dead and she hasn't really left you." he told his wife. "If you hurt yourself, aren't you betraying her again? She told you many times that she would never let anyone hurt you."
"She's my everything! I need her...I can't live like this!" Aerith broke down sobbing again as Cora healed her wounds with the materia, unable to cope with the broken emptiness of her freedom.