A/N: This entire fic was inspired by a post kay_i_art made on Twitter about Aerith and Masamune. Though I do love tender sex for this pairing, I also love the dangerous hate sex. I chose to go the dangerous route...naturally. No person or object was hurt in the making of this fic. I'm not a monster, nor is it that dark.
You can find the tweet here. /kay_i_art/status/1652069191300653056?s=20
Now Aerith doesn't entirely "play" with Masamune but I felt it'll make things weird if she, you know did. (Don't pretend you all don't know what I mean. *wiggles eyebrows*) The elements are there tho
Hopefully I lived up to what Kay eagerly sought in a swordplay fic. I suppose if not, at least it's still very spicy
Enjoy and happy reading everyone!!
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Aerith jumps back, panting heavily, forehead sweaty, and body tired. As her luck would have it, she ended up encountering Sephiroth first whence they got separated and if she were completely honest with herself, she wished she hadn't. He was brutal and ruthless, his hits landed like an anvil and her guard stick was barely hanging on. Though she wasn't about to back down, she didn't know how much longer she could manage this battle solo.
Sephiroth chuckles, his deep voice triumpt, not once does he show signs of fatigue. 'Damn his Jenova blood!' Aerith thought unfairly.
"What's this? Is the almighty Cetra getting exhausted already?"
"Nope." She returned confidently. Aerith grips her staff tightly preparing herself for another wave of magic. She quickly re-casts her Manawall, focusing only on his hand that radiates the will of materia within him. The orange glow sparks and dances around him, igniting his aura to that of flame.
She waits patiently, her battle stance taunting him and he flexes his arm toward her, the powerful build-up of Firaga rushing in a stream of orange. Aerith quickly dodges, twirling around the line of fire, her back arching as the flames hotly lick at her back. With her protective barrier, it was a mild warmth.
Aerith takes this pause, this lapse of fallen guards to call forth her own materia, seeking aid from her Blizzaga, honing it to her plea. With a flick of her wrist, her staff lights up with the chilly magic, the icy fragments racing toward her target. Unfortunately, he was quicker, more agile than the materia could harness and in a swift second he ducks, rushing toward her at inhumane speeds. Her eyes widened and she jumps back but it was futile, she too exhausted. He's already reached her.
Thrusting his arm forward, ready to impale Masamune most definitely into her very flesh, she feels her back hit a solid surface. She panics, knowing this was it. Squeezing her eyes shut she waits for the killing blow.
Aerith flinched at the sharp ring of something next to her ear. Slowly she peeks her eyes open, welcomed by his smug smirk, Masamune snug into the concrete block mere centimeters from her head.
Sephiroth yanks the blade out and she gasped knowing all too well his miss was intentional. He doesn't hesitate to invade her personal space. Raising his hand, he locates that hidden power of darkness, a purple aura emanating from his palm to his fingertips, ominous and deadly.
Aerith looked up at him fearfully as he brings that hand closer, the dark flames lick at her skin in something akin to caressing. She moaned in shock when those long fingers circle her throat, his touch warm and pulsing with energy.
Knowing defeat when she sees it, Aerith drops her staff, accepting her fate. She looks up toward the grey sky, eyes closing. This was it, a bit early than she would've liked but nonetheless, willingly. Gaia was generous enough to give her the knowledge of her past life, preparing her for what was to come, that when the time was right her death will once again be paramount for the safety of the planet.
And yet, the longer she stands there the more she realized. Despite his hand around her neck, there was no grip, just the presence. She could breathe and swallow with ease. Above all, there was no pressure.
Her confusion was an understatement of what she was truly feeling.
Aerith studies his face, blank, devoid of any emotion, so close to hers. "Why are you hesitating?"
He lets out a dry sigh, she could feel his breath on her skin and she tried not to think of how that affected her mentally. "You honestly, think it'll be that easy, Aerith?"
What's this? Aerith? What happened to Cetra? Suddenly something skipped in her chest and she regrettably met his mako-kissed eyes fully, the green orbs cold and vivid. They looked so tragically beautiful. Seemingly glowing with the light of the lifestream.
She immediately removes her gaze, untrustworthy of the sudden direction. The last thing she should want is this closeness. Let alone from him. Sephiroth releases her roughly, turning away, long hair a river of silver behind him. Aerith hesitantly brings her hand to her neck, the remainder of his touch still lingering in her veins.
She retains her focus on the discussion, anywhere but the sick asphyxiated thoughts. "Why toy with me? We both know you have killed me already, just get it over with."
Sephiroth hums low in his throat, giving her a side glance. "What is the fun in that? I enjoy this fear you look at me with, that tremor of hate you are experiencing is far more joyous. That first time was...much too quick. I want to relish in your death this time. I want to play with you, tease and test your limits, and when I'm bored then well..."
Aerith bends and picks up her staff, brows furrowed angrily. "I'm not prey, Sephiroth. I'm a human being!"
"Oh, but you're wrong, to my blood you are the greatest of them all. I thrive for the thirst of killing you, of watching you withe and beg."
Sephiroth's means for distraction are paid well, for Aerith is caught off guard when he suddenly runs back toward her. He is quick and light on his feet despite his height and in a quick unprepared second she puts up her Luscious Shield. Naturally, Sephiroth pierces right through it. He swings at her and she deflects with her staff. The sharp clank of metal loud in her ears.
She hissed, "T-That's cheating!" Sephiroth chuckles, but she refuses to back down. Once again they go at it, driving each other away with spells and abilities, breaths heavy, words distant. Aerith easily guards and reflects his attacks, healing her wounds when they become severe. She began to lose track of time, of how long they retained useless banter or the many opportunities she thought she almost had him.
Only when she's again growing fatigued that she loses her ground, her eyes no longer drawn to counter but to the long strides of Masamune's hits. She hates to admit it but she's in awe of the weapon, so beautiful and long, thin and sturdy. Not once does that affect its strength.
Unbelist to her, Aerith's green eyes seek more, and they wander further, trailing up the blade to the hand that was tightly wrapped around its handle, up his arm, past his broad shoulders until finally, they find his face.
There was something majestic about Sephiroth's fighting style, something mysterious and sheltered. Each swing of his arm was purposeful, powerful, and precise, yet still dripping with finesse and grace. She's never once seen someone so in sync with their weapon as Sephiroth was with Masamune.
Every fluid stroke accumulated his physique perfectly. Throughout her twenty-three years, she can rightly say she's never been so blindsided, her attention easily warped only to one person, like the tug of a magnet. These tiny details of his person just conflicted her further. To the way his muscles tightened, to the thick wisps of silver hair that flowed around him, to the delicate crease of his brows.
Like a splash of cold water, she came to the bitter horrid truth. Despite their origins, of all the wrong he was thinking of doing, Aerith was attracted to him. And she's never scolded herself so severely for how incredibly sick that was. Not only was he a monster, but he was also aiming to kill her and quite possibly her friends. How could she ever deem to find this person attractive? She'd rather die than ever think to give into the vulgar thoughts her brain was slowly manifesting.
Not paying enough attention Aerith slips on most assuredly her own feet and she stumbles back, hitting the ground none-to-gently. Sephiroth, however, is keen in senses and movements and he easily balances himself out. Jumping back from her, he bites out gruffly. "What are you doing, idiot?"
Aerith gets up and looks at him sheepishly, unable to find the words that'll suffice her clumsy dilemma. He neither picks up on her awkward behavior nor the thoughts she's making of him in her head.
Sephiroth stands tall and opposing. "You're stalling, aren't you? You think Cloud and your little friends are going to show before I'm through with you, is that it? Well, you couldn't be more wrong. I allow them access, the only reason you are here is that I let you.
Aerith's eyes widened and she suddenly felt very scared. She can't keep going not when he suddenly has evaded her with unpure thoughts. She prays to all the gods that it be a phase, that he say something that'll turn her attention off how beautiful and handsome he was and hone only on the evil of his soul.
She wants to speak but she can't find her voice.
No, that was too subtle, she doesn't speak because she doesn't trust herself to. Not now, not when her body was going through such blatant weakness.
Sephiroth strides toward her, slowly, calculated, holding his arm out, the tip of Masamune just barely reaching her. Her breathing quickens, her eyes racing up the length of Masamune to the man wielding it. His piercing green gaze studies her, intently.
She swallows timidly, forcing her voice forward. "I'm not intimidated by you, Sephiroth, just because you have a sword doesn't make you more powerful than me. I may be insignificant to your strength but I'm far from weak."
He scoffs, closer now, the sharp edge of Masamune's tip nicks her cheek but she doesn't once flinch. She stands her ground, the steel of that blade wasn't foreign, she knew it well, died by it. This small cut was nothing compared to the internal scar on her heart.
Sephiroth takes heed to her unfaltering confidence, if he was bothered by it he doesn't give it away. He just retains his calm posture, face passive.
Aerith shakily sighs when the coldness of Masamune brushes her cheek. Upon that little noise, there was a sudden glint in his eyes and Aerith knew she was fucked. He had seen her, had sniffed out the truth of her abrupt behavior.
"Hmm, perhaps, but I don't plan to underestimate you again."
Not once does he stop closing in on her and despite her unwavering resolve, Aerith is frozen, she can't find the will to escape. With each step, Masamune's blade smears her Cetra blood. She can hear it pass her ear, feel it in her hair. Her breath trembled and she immediately squeezed her eyes shut.
"Are you afraid, little Cetra?" He asks lowly, his voice so clear and verbaratingly deep now that he was in front of her.
Aerith's body betrays her as it catches the scent of him, so strong and masculine, the very fragrance of power if it had one. Her blood boils with the idea of bathing in it, to be swallowed by all that was this dangerous man.
She shakes her head, ridding such disturbing thoughts, her breathing labored and unevenly quiet. "No, I will never be scared of you, Sephiroth."
Her hearing picks up the creak of leather, the steady movements Sephiroth was doing not lost on her. Even still, she keeps her eyes closed, the last thing she needs is to fall victim to his gaze.
There's a chill on her arm and she gasps out loud. It was smooth, cold...metal. Even without her eyesight, she knew it was the hilt of his sword. Her brows furrowed when he slowly brushed her arm with it. "No, I suppose you're not...but you're feeling something right now, aren't you? Something dark?"
Aerith refuses to give in, he won't break her. "I assure you I'm not. I'm just waiting for you to kill me, why postpone the inevitable? I will not give you the satisfaction of my surrender."
Sephiroth continues, and Aerith involuntarily shivers. He bends down, his scent even stronger, more intoxicating. His voice deep and sultry in her ear, long bangs stroking her cheek. "But you already have." She whines when he skims the hilt up under her jacket, over the side of her breast, Masamune's coolness hardening her nipples.
"Look at me, Aerith."
She bites her lip at his tone, so demanding and oh so fucking sexy. She almost gives in but she's smart enough not to. If she does he'll be given exactly what he wants.
Her.
"I won't."
He seems reluctant to respond, and Aerith makes the horrible decision of sliding her eyes open, dreadfully curious. She's immediately welcomed to his broad chiseled chest, her moan so vulgar within her. How dare he shamelessly reveal so much skin and tease the eyes of the world. She had the sudden urge to kiss those muscles, taste them.
With great willpower, she dismisses those fantasies. Her gaze followed downward, his body was so unbearably close all she'd have to do was reach her arm out and pull him flush against her yearning one. Her eyes lock onto the belt around his slender waist, taking in the increment detail. A wing. She thought that was befitting and fit his character quite harmoniously.
Hastily, she realized where her eyes were continuing and she flushes, unable to contain the embarrassment of how she was thinking so vividly about what lie just beneath those trousers. Of touching and stroking and tasting. Thoughts she most certainly had no right to think.
Instead, she maintains her attention on Masamune only, on the large gloved hand that was gripping its handle, beautiful long fingers curled and forcing the hilt up her body, between her breast, up her collarbones. She quivers, her breath shaky when he rests it under her chin, compelling her eyes to meet his.
He smirks, his tone dark and sexy. "Now, isn't that better?"
Sephiroth stares into her eyes, his face mere inches from her own, sculpted unfairly by the very gods she prays to shield her from him. She thinks if he wasn't such an asshole, she'd want to get to know him as a person. To taste the forbidden apple that was him.
"Why are you doing this?" She whispered, her breath a mere whimper.
"Because you want me to." Her heart thumps loudly in her ears and she almost guarantees he hears it. His smirk widens.
"It's wrong to chase this." She licks her lips and Sephiroth follows the movement astonished, his green eyes swirling in the hungry flames of an emotion Aerith was knowing all too well. "The methods you aim toward me...are wrong."
"Perhaps that was my mistake then..."
Aerith furrows her brows at that questionably but before either even thought to issue his words he closes the distance between them, kissing her squarely on the mouth. She whines, her voice a sharp intake of breath between them.
Instantly, Aerith kisses back, hesitantly lifting her arms to rest them on his chest. She spreads her fingers out upon his skin, so hard and hot, the heavy pounding of his heart oddly erotic to her.
Sephiroth's lips were exactly like him, dominant and eager, unabashed as he tastes and sucks on her bottom lip. She surrendered control almost pathetically, her lips parting. She groaned at the taste of his tongue, wet and skilled.
He kissed her like she was all that mattered and that confused her because that would be the last thing he should think. They were enemies, he's killed her in another life, his blood was her nemesis, and this sudden attraction was impermissible. Actions driven solely by lust and nothing else. Aerith had to stop it before it mislead them into paths they should never dare to cross.
"I can't..." She finds herself speaking and her brain wishes she'd shut up. She powers on, already this far. "This isn't right..." Aerith yanks herself away, cheeks flushed in pleasure but her heart was hammering in her chest, afraid. She didn't know how he handled rejection, he was always a closed book and despite the fear that hummed in her veins, her pussy couldn't have gotten any wetter. Just the thought of his kiss, his body, the look of insatiable hunger in his mako eyes was enough to make her tremble for more.
"What if it is?" He says, his voice thick with something Aerith refused to acknowledge. His eyes locked onto hers like a hungry cat spotting its prey. Aerith couldn't remember the last time she felt so alive. Unfortunately, her body language outweighs her thoughts as she moves further away from him.
He steps toward her, and she steps back, holding an arm out. "Please, this is the last thing either of us want." A lie. She needs to direct the conversation away. "Y-You manipulate, lie, and cheat, this is just a way to get my guard down. I won't let you. Not again."
Sephiroth's feet still and she watches with bated breath when his eyes slide to his sword, then back to her. "Thinking back, I admit your death was a great victory..." Aerith blinks, unable to process that correctly, mildly addled about what point he's trying to make.
Sephiroth watches her through long dark eyelashes, eyes hazy, and dilated. Her lips part and Aerith is immediately pulled into the green mesmerizing depths.
It wasn't until he smirks, tossing up Masamune like the sword weighed absolutely nothing that she knew he was up to something. It falls back into his hand and the blade is once again pointed at her. He cocks his head, beautiful silver bangs falling into his face. Her heart seemingly does somersaults in her chest at the way he was looking at her, his words nearly stopping it. "But it was also my greatest regret."
Aerith's eyes widened when he throws Masamune toward her, the gust of wind so unbelievably strong as it rushes past her. She turns to the handle next to her face, breathing heavily, body weak. "W-What are you..." She begins but stops short when Sephiroth gracefully slides up to her, pushing her back into the same block of concrete his sword was dug into. If she didn't know any better she thinks it's the same one from earlier.
Unable to escape, Aerith finds his face, her emerald eyes wide with dread. He rests his palm beside her head, breath unnaturally steady. He stares at her, his profile revealing nothing of what he's thinking.
"If you can tell me honestly that you don't want this then I'll back off."
She opens her mouth but jumps when Sephiroth boldly trails a line of blazing warmth up her arm. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "H-How do I know you're not lying? That you won't just force me to do whatever you want anyway?"
"You don't. Regardless of what you think, I won't ever force you, I may be a monster but I have limits." He smiles, lips cruel and inviting. "Not like I need to, your soul screams for what your lips cannot."
The warmth gets closer, his thumb tracing the length of her neck and Aerith's eyes flutter shut. "I don't want...you."
Sephiroth purrs into her hair, teeth grazing her earlobe. "Liar. Try again."
"My answer will not change, Sephiroth." Unintentionally his name comes out as a breathless moan and Aerith hears his breath quicken.
"...Be convincing, tell me what you don't want me to do to you." Sephiroth recovers smoothly, sliding a leather-clad finger down the valley of her breast and her head falls against the wall behind her. Her back bowsagainst her will, chasing what her mouth is to afraid to.
"I don't want anything you have to give. Not your touch, or your lips, or the very breath you breathe. I'd rather die than be fucked by you."
Sephiroth growls, lifting her, her long legs automatically circling his hips like he knew they would and he kisses her roughly. Grabbing her wrists he pins them above her with a strong hand, teeth biting down on her lip and she cries out.
This harsh passion just fuels her and she kisses him fervently. Driving him insane with just her tongue, Sephiroth moans, curling his other hand into the soft flesh of her thigh.
Breathlessly, he pulls away from her, "You're such a minx, you know that?" She laughs superior, and he proceeds to nibble at her jaw, her neck, her ear anywhere and everywhere there was soft tasteful flesh he did so with dedication. Aerith mewled, clenching her hands into tight fists, fighting the restraint, her body pulsing in intense need for more.
Sephiroth chuckles at her struggle, lips gliding up her face, his hot, vulgar tongue licking over the cut on her cheek, relishing in her rival Cetra blood. The sound he makes is so risqué, and Aerith never wants to hear anything else. "Fuck, you taste as divine as you look," she flushes uncontrollably at the blunt honesty.
Aerith squirms against him and his hold tightens, hips pressing so wonderfully against her throbbing sex and she gasps when she felt his cock, hard and tenting in his trousers, eager to taste what her succulent lips can offer. Before she could stop the words they slip from her lips.
Her surrender. "Please, Sephiroth."
Sephiroth slips away from her, his gaze heavy with lust and arousal, full lips parted and pleading for her own. Aerith bites her inner cheek, mesmerized by the beautiful pull of thirst for her in his gaze.
Letting her wrists go, Sephiroth meets his other hand on her ass. He squeezed the soft flesh, yanking her forward into his awaiting cock, and grinds in the most dirtiest, sexiest way a man ever could. Aerith is taken aback and she cries out loudly, both quickly rewarding one another with their blissful sounds of pleasure.
Aerith spots Masamune still next to her and something inside her blossomed over how fucking erotic it was to be pinned by the very sources of her past death.
With heavy-lidded eyes, she watches their reflection in Masamune's clear steel, and how hot the sight was, both their faces drowned in the pleasure they brought themselves. What they were doing was wrong, yet how could it be when it felt so blissfully right?
Sephiroth suddenly bites her and she screamed in ecstasy, her hands immediately finding something to grab onto. One tangled into Sephiroth's hair, the light tugs she gives forcing out a low growl, his tongue tasting the skin of her neck where he just bit her. The other wrapped around Masamune, the cold metal exactly what her scorching skin needed. She rocks her hips with his, tossing her head back. "Ah! Yes!!"
Her body tenses as she nears an unmistakable orgasm, her hand stinging suddenly but she has no care in the world to find out why, not when all she wanted was Sephiroth and his delicious movements. To have him give her the mind-numbing orgasm she hadn't had in years.
Unfortunately, he was not in tune with her and he stops altogether, understanding just what she was nearing, from the rise in volume, to the hips that rolled just a bit tighter the very key points of her displeasure. Aerith whines so pathetically, her eyes sliding open to argue over how he could be so fucking cruel when her orgasm was right there.
Except he wasn't smug or smart like she figured he'd be. No, his face was twisted with something she couldn't discern. "You're bleeding." He points out, and she follows his line of sight to the blood that was trickling down her wrist.
No, no, no, this would not distract him, she put her hand there because she wanted to hold the sword as its owner dry-humped her to oblivion. She'll never forgive herself if this one selfish act ruins the pleasantness of the moment.
Removing the injured hand she ignored all the knowledge of it, from the warmth of her blood to the sting from the extensive cut. Rather, she circles his neck, lips kissing up his defined jaw. "I don't care, I only notice you..." She murmured sensually, biting his ear.
Sephiroth's breath hitches but her actions are proven futile because he drops her a second later. The disappearing warmth of his body blasted her with a wave of cold and she shivered. She doesn't even try to hide her betrayal, her arms slipping away from his shoulders as he followed. "What are you doing? I'm fine, I swear."
He doesn't answer her just walks to retrieve his weapon. Aerith is enchanted when his wing emerged from his back, beautiful black feathers falling around him. She opens her mouth, dumbstruck but his voice beats hers. "Whatever you do, don't move."
She furrows her brows, confused but then he quickly turns, swinging Masamune down her body. She lets out a very unattractive squeal, the sharp tip splitting open her dress without any resistance, buttons clattering softly around her feet. He straightens and humphs, satisfied, his eyes brightly beam at the way her face flushed beat red.
She covers herself with her arms, pursing her lips. "Y-You could've killed me, you jerk!"
"I knew exactly what I was doing, idiot. I wouldn't be so confident if I knew it'll end you."
"Well warn a girl next time, would you!"
Sephiroth chuckles lowly, stalking up to her in a way that has Aerith quivering. "Oh, so they'll be a next time?" Upon her, he strokes her neck with the backs of his fingers, quite possibly swelling with pride that his mouth left a mark. Which she has no doubt did.
Aerith realizes her mistake and deflects. Turning her head, she pouts in denial. "O-Of course not! There isn't even a now!"
Sephiroth doesn't believe her and it shows. "Guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?" Aerith's innocent eyes catch his and his lips curve into an evil smirk. With a silent huff, he buries Masamune into the ground with great ease, the handle lined to her thighs.
She wants to ask why he didn't just de-summon the weapon after the harm it caused her, but she doesn't. She finds she doesn't care, not when his attention is drawn to her body, his hands slowly roaming what she had to offer.
Aerith inhales sharply, his touch was feather-light, the kiss of leather just the perfect amount of teasing. She stares into his face, arguably turned on by the way he was looking at her. His nostrils flaring, lips parting, breath labored. If she didn't know any better she'd think he thought she was the most beautiful woman he's ever dared lay eyes upon. Naturally, that couldn't be right, no, because he didn't see her as a woman but as a piece of meat to sink his teeth in.
Of course, she was okay with that too.
An affectionate sigh escapes her parted lips when his large hands cup her breast, thumbs gently sliding over her erect nipples. She bites her tongue when he continues down, her body now scorchingly ablaze the more he touches her. Explores her. The pink dress gives way to him almost too easily, exposing more and more of her creamy unblemished skin to his greedy eyes.
Sephiroth's fingers toy with the waistband of her panties, a perfect silver brow raising. "Cute." She looks away embarrassed. Had she known she would've put on something more sexier than just plain cotton.
"Don't judge, asshole!"
He lets out a laugh and Aerith blinks, genuinely surprised at the sound. So pleasing to the ear. Of course, that was until he pushes her back, lifting her leg to rest it on top of his sword, exposing her clothed sex completely to his view.
"Are you ready? Masamune fucked you last time, now it's my turn." He asks like he was going to give her an option in the matter and Aerith's breath trembled with anticipation, her answer clearly understood.
Sephiroth yanks her forward by her hip with a strong grip, using the other to slide her panties aside, exploring her pussy with his leather-clad fingers, circling and gliding them through her drenched lips. He groans lowly at the warmth of her, so wet and intoxicating. Even through his glove, he could tell how saturated with need she was for him. Without warning he thrusts his finger into her tight embrace and she cried out in pleasure. "Fuck!"
"Now that's attractive." He moans, eyes heavy-lidded. She rolls her hips with his hand, his thrusts deep, thumb rubbing her clit in smooth slick circles. She throws her arm over her head, the other grabbing his wrist, following his movements in tandem to her body's plea.
Sephiroth kisses her collarbones, licking along the bones and she gasps, her chest arching toward his awaiting mouth. "Again." He demands lowly, planting an open-mouth kiss to her breast, his breath like pleasurable needles to her damp skin. "Express to me how much you are enjoying this."
She wants to, gods more than anything, but she can't find her voice. Her hand tightens around his and he takes the cue, fucking her deeper, faster, the obscene sounds of her slickness just all the more arousing. He bites and sucks on her hardened nipples and she mewls, her legs beginning to tremble with how unbelievably close she was to orgasm. She could almost taste her release. "Please, I need more...I'm so close..."
Sephiroth's hands slide away from her so brutally quick that she almost cried at the loss. However, the second she hears the clank of metal from his belt, her eyes snap open. She watches avidly, never so gratefully patient.
Aerith gasps, biting her lip hard when he frees his cock from the confines of his trousers, her mouth salivating at the sight of it. Throbbing and hard, tip glistening with precum, so very ready for her.
"Fuck me, please. I need it...I need you..." She begs and Sephiroth groans at the desperation. He doesn't dare hesitate, they're too far in to back out now.
Quickly he lines himself with her, slamming into her pulsating heat with a powerful jerk of his hips. She almost screamed at the intensity, her walls filled to the very brim, stretched and snug so tightly around him. "Oh god, don't stop, please..."
Aerith digs her nails into his shoulders, the metal pauldrons the last thing she wishes to touch but for now it's the least of her attention.
Sephiroth sets a pace that is far better than his fingers ever could hope to accomplish and she cries out honestly, head spinning in waves of pure ecstasy, body high on the rush of orgasmic adrenaline that was Sephiroth.
Seeking heightened pleasures, Sephiroth suddenly leans down and grabs her legs, holding them up over his arms. In this position he can drive his cock into her deeper, hit every inch of her inner walls with ease and Aerith's eyes roll back, her voice vulgar and hoarse. Sephiroth moans at her enthusiasm, his own in tune.
Aerith greedily takes in his appearance, from the crease in his brow, to the clench of his jaw, the light sheen of sweat on his temple. Never before would she think to envision this alluring scenario and that just makes it all the more tantalizing.
Driven with lustful passion Aerith captures his kiss-swollen lips, forcing her tongue past without any fight, wanton for the very essence of him. He quickly surrenders to her, allowing her dominance just this once.
Angling his thrusts, Sephiroth fucks her more prominently, faster, harder, his height flawlessly aligned to hit all those spots within her with ease. He hungrily swallows the delightful noises she makes, acknowledging the way her body was beginning to tense.
All it took was a perfectly aimed thrust into that beautiful sweet spot that has her trembling. Her lips slide away from his when she comes, head thrown back, his name rolling off her tongue like it was born to.
Sephiroth gasps brokenly at the sight, even more at the way her walls grip and throb around him. Unable to stand it without finishing early, he pulls away. She whines at the loss but he immediately turns her around, sliding her dress over.
With a deep grunt, he re-enters her, the deliciousness of her still too much. He stills, mentally willing his release away. Aerith moans at his pause, jaw slack. She digs her nails harshly into the stone, her crimson blood mingling with the dull grey.
He yanks on her braid, twirling it around his hand. "With the way your scream, I'd say you enjoy being penetrated. Both by my sword and my cock." Aerith inhales sharply, brows furrowing at his tone. She neither comments nor reveals any truth to his accusation. She just pushes her ass back against him, crying for the brutal strokes, to chase that endless rapture only he can give.
"Don't swell your ego, Sephiroth..." She forces out, throat hoarse.
"No need, you do it so well for me." Sephiroth finally moves and his hips snap into her deep and purposeful, agonizingly slow. "I want to hear you say it," He threatened, resuming his unforgivable pace, teasingly thrusting in and out in a way that has Aerith writhing in utter despair.
"No."
"I can do this all day, Aerith. Do you honestly think you can outlast me?"
With a powerful jerk, Sephiroth proves his point, her gasp raw and needy. She reaches behind her and grips his coat, urging, begging him to go faster. He doesn't give in to her. Instead, he takes that arm and holds it behind her. "You owe me something first."
Aerith, still not accepting defeat, keeps quiet and Sephiroth growls thinly. "Perhaps I should fuck you with Masamune next then."
He releases her hair and pulls his sword from the ground. She looks back at him, eyes hazy and tempting. Provoking. "Unfortunately, you couldn't handle it last time, are you prepared to try again?"
Aerith's breath skipped when he trails the smooth hilt down her spine, slowly, teasingly, proving to her that he knew exactly what the touch of his weapon did to her. She shivers when it slides over her ass, down the inside of her spread thighs. The shared slickness of their activity moistened the metal tip. The thought of what he could do with that just drives her further insane. "It's already tasted your blood, as have I and we both thirst for you."
Aerith straightens and brings her uncaptured arm around his neck, her body limber as it doesn't once disrupt his movements inside her. "It's almost sweet how you say that." She yanks him down to kiss her, both moaning noisily into each other's mouths. He doesn't complain nor pull away.
The longer she holds him in place, the more he masters her tongue, his methods forgotten as he releases her arm. She quickly meets the other, which is tightly encased around Masamune's handle. Just from the weight of it, she can greatly agree it's befitting due to the size. Without his help, she definitely wouldn't be able to lift it.
He separates from her, his heavy pants of breath beautifully fanning her. She licks her lips, gazing into his eyes. "I'm not scared of death, not anymore. So please, just end this for us both already."
Sephiroth leans forward, and bites the tip of her ear, his voice thick and gruff. "Not yet, I can still torture you."
He brings their joined hands around her neck and she swallows around the blue handle, "Fuck that's hot," she admits. Sephiroth breathed harshly into her ear, squeezing her hip, he finds that relentless pace again, stroking her inner walls so vigorously with his cock, no longer having the will to hold back from her.
Aerith is gratified, despite her earlier denial, she couldn't lie anymore. Now that she's experienced it first hand, she realized how much she fucking loved everything they were doing, she loved the weight of him on her, the cruel dark threats he spoke, the feeling of achieving complete fullness of him inside her. The noises he made, deep and husky, were sinfully pleasing to hear and she was never so sorry for those that will never witness it as she is now.
Aerith's moans heighten, her hand tightening around the soft delicate strands of his hair, the low groans of pleasure he gave her so rewarding. Once more that knot in her stomach tightens and she knew she was on the brink of another orgasm. Except she didn't wish to chase hers, but his.
"Come with me, Sephiroth, please."
Having no fight left to argue, he gives in to her command, fucking the last bit of resistance away. Their cries of blissful satisfaction were fascinatingly harmonious together and Aerith tried not to let it tug on her heartstrings.
Spent and content Sephiroth falls atop her, his forehead resting on her shoulder. Aerith flushes at both the comfortable weight of him and the rush of cum within her, hot and thick, coating her in him for the reminder of tomorrow.
Aerith turns her head, Sephiroth's pants heavy, chest quickly rising and falling behind her. She smiles, curling her arm atop his around her chest only to notice Masamune was no longer in their hands. Somewhere during their rigorous activity, he must've dismissed it. Not that it mattered. He wouldn't kill her. Or at least she hopes he won't.
Collecting his bearings, he untangles from her, and Aerith shivers when his dick slid out of her at the movement.
She faces him, leaning tiredly against the wall. An alluring smile slides on her lips as she watches him put himself together. Honestly, she doesn't think she was ready to let this end. Her pout was genuine and he chuckles, fastening the belt around his waist, the pure beauty of his content the most attractive yet.
"Ready to admit it yet?" He inquires, crossing his arms.
Aerith hums, "Sorry, nope." She goes to pick up her staff nearby. With a quick wave of her wrist, she casts a cleansing spell on both of them, remedying their disheveled appearance, and fixing the damage to her dress. She follows with Cura for her wounds, purposely leaving his marks on her neck.
Sauntering over to him now that she was finished, she boldly presses her hand on his chest, emerald eyes suggestive. "But you are welcome to ask me again next time."
Sephiroth smiles complacent, the curve handsome and true. "Consider your death postponed. See you soon, Cetra."
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