Ok, first of all, my sincerest apologies for taking so long to get this chapter out. I can assure you all that I have every intension of finishing this story, I even have the very last chapter already written out, I just have to get my ass into gear and write the chapters in between.
As usual, please note this is an ADULTS ONLY story; there is naughty stuff that if you're under 30, will scar you mentally for life.
WARING….WARNING….WARNING….WARNING….WARNING
Story contains graphic violence, sexual abuse, torture, obscene language, mutilation, rape, gore, blood, anal, boy on boy and loads of other decadent acts of demoralization!
Blood never lies: Thank you so much for your wonderful review. It was totally amazing to get a review like yours with so much understanding of where I'm taking everyone on this ride. It was like you've been in my head and know exactly what I'm up to…scary! Oh I love a good mind fuck to, and Sephiroth is definitely the one to master the art of mind fucking. About the ability of Sephy coming forth in either Yazoo or Loz….. very real! It often made me wonder, if anything happened to Kadaj, the whole plan of Sephiroth returning would have been fucked! Sephiroth is a master tactician; he couldn't see him not covering his ass if plan A failed. So yes indeed, he can come forth in Yazoo & Loz in this fiction.
Yes then there's Cloud, what a dilemma will Tifa be in if she's faced with that decision, keep the man she loves and condemn the world or, kill him and save the world, Sephiroth is such a bastard for putting the idea into her head, but, he always has a reason behind his madness.
ppurple: I just hated the way the movie ended, so you can be sure it won't end the same way in this fiction, and thanks for the encouragement!
Psycho Steph: Yeah I would certainly snap-kick Denzel out of the room for interrupting dream sex with Sephy! And I'm with you, Go Team Silver Haired Men!
Irene Sharda: I can't tell you how thrilled I was that you thought my Sephy was one of the best you've read. I really did try hard to put myself in his shoes and see things through his eyes. He's delightful isn't he….lol. You can bet he's only doing it to obtain a means to an end, she is just another piece to move around to get him what he wants.
Technically, Aerith was the last Cetra, and the ancients never used the weapon because they didn't have it completed at the time Jenova was pushed back into the crater. But they still retained it in case she returned one day. All will be revealed in time!
ElleGal: Yeah I'm actually glad to be writing again
Anonymous Coward: lol, I'm sure somewhere along the way a little something will be done to Tiffa.
KorNaXon: I feel like it's been forever since we last spoke, probably close to it I'm afraid. I really love your saying, (marry a nice guy, fuck a bad guy) sounds like damn good advice to me! You've given me some great ideas, don't be bashful about it, and the best silver boy artwork I've seen not to mention, had the privilege of using as a cover for my stories. Oh yes and Vincent, he'll be mention more than a few times in this story, I'm hoping you'll like his part?
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Kadaj, you're an asshole!
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Silently he tread, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible for a man of his stature, Rude stealthily made his way along the corridors of Healin towards the science wing.
What he'd seen on the whiteboard had aroused his interest and it wasn't every day that Rude felt aroused. He just couldn't stop thinking about it, now he better understood Reno's obsession with sex and why he brought it up at every available opportunity. When something is at the forefront of your thoughts, you dwell on it every second of the day.
Now, if only Rude could steer the redheads mind away from tits and ass!
He moved silently on, it wasn't that he was afraid of being caught in this area, hell he had access to every nook and cranny within Healin. It was just that if he could avoid that bloody head scientist, he would!
In his opinion, they were all a strange lot really. So anal retentive that they must live in fear of sucking up the furniture whenever they sat down!
The only one that had any sense was Harris. That young man was not so cocksure about things in general, that and the fact he had concocted the wickedest distillery the bald Turk had ever seen.
He was the talk of the Turk community ever since he produced that breath-taking liquor of his, right up until Rufus shut him down. 'Damn Rufus for that one,' he grumbled in his thoughts. 'The one good thing that came out of Healin and Rufus hit it on the head!'
That would have been a profitable little business indeed, everyone needed to get shit-faced sometimes!
In Rude's opinion, the leading scientist doctor Deakin needed a reality check…or a bullet in the back of the head, the latter a highly more desirable action for the big Turk. If Rufus ever decided to end that nut-jobs employment, then Rude would definitely be putting his hand up for that assignment.
As he sidled up to the door to the lab, he did a quick check over his shoulder to see if anyone was coming, reaching out he turned the handle and ducked inside.
Rude grinned slightly at the scientist within, "Harris!" he quietly said.
The young man in question looked up, a huge grin split across his face and he waved him in.
"Rude, long time no visit!" he chuckled.
The bald Turk moved inside checking the place out, the whiteboard that had him so curious was in plain sight. His dark eyes roved over the gene sequence and the additional writing on the side.
"Where's Deakin?" he casually asked the younger man without taking his eyes off the board.
Harris scoffed and smiled. He was glad for the alone time he'd been given from the head scientist; it allowed him to pilfer a few things from the lab that he needed for his new bigger and better distillery at home.
"Mr Shinra sent him home! Old Deak's been spending all day and night here trying to solve this little riddle we have. He fell asleep at his work station yesterday afternoon and the boss ordered him home for the night."
Harris noted the interest on the bald man's face and smiled. Forgetting his work for the moment, he casually removed his rubber gloves, threw them in the trash bin and slowly ambled over to stand beside the newcomer and admire the genetic code before them.
Rude was a fellow Turk, not to mention he brought both the Jenova sample and the artefacts into his lab in the first place so Harris didn't see any problem in discussing the findings.
"Crazy shit isn't it?" he queried.
Rude looking totally perplexed shook his head, "is this from the Jenova sample we brought back from the Northern Crater?"
Harris nodded. "Yeah, who would have thought it possible hey? We're still running tests, but at the moment, everything tells us that this is real."
Rude huffed at how implausible this all appeared to be, "how?" he asked. "How can there be two different DNA strands in the one being?"
Harris chuckled at his enthusiasm, "it's complicated but, we actually found foreign cells within the sample! One DNA strand is a result of the substance itself, which is consistent to the DNA we all know as Jenova but, the other is a partial DNA fragment of the cells we found within it, but, we've got enough back so far to realise they're different from one another. You can clearly see the difference in the 5th link to Jenova." Harris said as he pointed to the link in question. "But so far we've counted 48 chromosomes where humans have only 46. From all studies on Jenova she had 48 chromosomes to, so we're wondering if this is another life form!"
"Two of them!" exclaimed the big Turk.
The younger man chuckled, "don't get the wrong idea's big guy; I didn't say two of THEM! Just that one is Jenova and one is well…. not us!"
Rude scratched his chin while thinking, he wasn't ridiculously smart, but by no means was he dumb either.
"How is that possible, two different cells in the one sample?" he said at last.
Harris went into enlightening mode, it was something all scientists had a tendency of doing for the less intelligent folk.
"Because we think someone intentionally put them in there! These cells have never been documented in any sample of Jenova before. It is a new addition so we can only speculate that it happened while it was at the Northern Crater. What's really amazing is that this cell, remains unaffected by the Jenova cells, which is unheard of. Jenova's cells transform everything they come in contact with in some shape or form. It turned the Cetra into monsters, it gave soldiers special abilities, turned some insane, some developed abnormalities! But it always affected them regardless and this is what we can't understand, these cells are, for a better word, immune to Jenova's influence! They've been exposed for at least two years or more and they remain intact, I'd say this is looking like the find of the century but," and he flipped his thumb in the direction of his project. "These strange cylinders are just as intriguing and made of a metal that is not found on this planet! One is still active but the others are dead in the water."
The big Turk looked over to the objects in question; they had been cleaned up and were laid out on Harris' examination table. Now that he could see them better, they really were like nothing he'd ever seen before. The metal seemed multifaceted in colour, faint hues of purple, red and blue seemed to shimmer across the silver surface. What he thought might have been writing before looked more structured now, definitely writing for sure, though non he'd ever seen before.
"And the writing on them, what do you make of that?" he asked.
The young scientists huffed, "I don't make anything out of it, nothing like it has ever been documented and I mean nothing! I've got the computer working on translating the script and it has come up with two points of reference but it seems to be at a stalemate right now."
Rude felt like a heavy punch had just made contact with his stomach, the breath left him in a rush and he struggled to get another in.
He was almost speechless….almost!
"How is all this possible?" was all he could manage.
Harris shook his head, "we don't know, but hopefully we'll know more in a few days."
Rude didn't know where to start thinking or in what direction. The idea that there was something out there immune to Jenova seemed surreal. The idea of machinery from another planet just capped it off as unbelievable.
"Do you think Sephiroth implanted these cells into the sample?" the Turk for the first time looked at Harris in question.
The young scientist pursed his bottom lip and shrugged his shoulders, looking away from his confusing items in disappointment. "I don't know, I mean, what would it gain him? What would be his motive to do something like that and where the hell did he find these cells?"
They both stood there contemplating Harris' questions, Rude rubbed his chin and took a deep breath.
"It wouldn't benefit him would it? Jenova's DNA is in his genetic blueprint because he was still growing inside his mother's womb when she was injected. Finding something that was immune to her influence wouldn't change what he was!"
Harris nodded his head in agreement, "that's true, but maybe with some manipulation, these cells could become an antidote! It's a long way off and we're not sure just what any of this means but, this is more than we've ever had before in the history of Jenova's dark legacy."
"But there is an obstacle that at the moment, we can't seem to navigate," continued the young scientist.
Rude arched a brow, "and that would be…..?" he questioned.
"There's a force here that seems to be, affecting the foreign cells. It's actually hindering our efforts to fully map the DNA strand. Rather frustrating if I do say so," huffed Harris.
The bald Turk crossed his arms across his chest and raised both brows, "Force…..you say. What kind of a force?"
The young scientist sighed, the frustration clearly showing on his face.
"It's Materia, not your normal garden variety of Materia either. This is very old and very powerful Materia. Something we haven't been able to crack and as I'm no Materia expert, something that might take weeks, months, years or even decades to understand."
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Tegan's entire body shook from a mixture of shock, pain and unforeseen pleasure. Her senses were overloaded; terror like she'd never known, pain like she'd never experienced, and reluctantly exposed were the deepest, darkest desires that even now she now tried to deny.
These depraved desires that only exist in the recesses of most mortal's unexplored minds, in that secret place that very few ever dare to look inside. Once you delved into this sinful, seductive void, you were never happy with the likes of basic, ordinary, commonplace or familiar again.
Her body felt more alive right now than she could recall in her entire life, whether it was because she had come close to death or the fact that she had never been reduced to wanting more than ever before.
Just what it was that she wanted was highly debateable in her own mind.
She wanted to live, yes, of course she wanted to live! The prospect of impending death brings out your highest self-preservation behaviour.
But to her, that was purely an emotion manifesting in her mind.
She felt a physical wanting that was completely foreign to her.
Tegan's body ached from the wounds inflicted upon her, but, she seemed to ache on a much deeper level. It was almost like her soul seemed to ache to!
It ached for him, that fucking cruel bastard that was leering down on her with those captivating eyes. She wanted him because he also wanted her!
He'd wanted her so much that he'd orchestrated her capture.
The fact that he'd also wanted to kill her was pushed to the side right now, it was in her best interest not to think about the prospect of her death, but highlight why she should live.
So her distraught mind came up with all sorts of reasons, reasons a rational mind would have rejected in a heartbeat as desperately insane
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For some unfathomable reason, her terrified mind came up with the distorted view of, 'He' wanted her!
This beautiful, evil angel had risked all to take what he wanted. The location was obviously planned; the torture room was obviously prearranged just awaiting her arrival.
Even his torture was customised to suit her, the way he'd bound her, such a helpless position. The knives he'd used on her quivering body, the way he's managed not to nick her in the slightest when he cut away her clothes. Such care he'd taken in doing so!
The way his soft words had instilled fear into her, just like he'd wanted them to do. This merciless monster had taken great care of her in every way possible.
He encouraged her fear, propagated her pain, and lavished on her his dominating will.
Did this not show he cared for her?
These warped and distorted thoughts whirled around her subconscious while her conscious mind tried to fight off the absurdity of its counterpart's rationalisation.
Was that not the sadistic prick's whole point? I want you and now I have you!
'IMMORAL!' screamed her thoughts in defence.
'Sick, twisted, evil bastards! I'm the victim here; I have no control over what happens. They are forcing these emotions from me, they aren't natural. I would never…' but the voice in her head dwindled off as the three of them simply stared at one another, almost like a stalemate between predator and prey.
But she knew they only waited while indulging themselves in her distressed state. Enjoying her torment, the fear in her eyes, the way her body shook in fear and the blood they had coaxed from it.
Her chest heaved, gulping down precious oxygen and her bottom lip quivered violently. They however, stood tall and proud of what they'd done to her. Sinister eyes and matching smirks graced their evil lips.
Never had Tegan witnessed such dreaded beauty as the two before her now, primal urgings stirred deep within her, to have that beauty intent solely on conquering her body, she didn't want that, she didn't want them, or did she?
A part of her wanted to crawl over to them, wrap her bloodied hands around her tormentor's leg and beg his forgiveness. Run her lips over the luminous skin of his thighs and literally BEG him, hoping he would be pleased by her meagre efforts.
Trying through sheer will alone, she forced her limbs to move under the intense glares of her captors. Tegan haphazardly knelt, still covered in her own blood and the water that had pooled around the floor.
With her head lowered, she glanced up at the men before her. Their lustful gaze made her feel like an insect strung out under a microscope, analysed, categorized, and awaiting a deadly dissection. There wasn't a single part of her body that didn't hurt.
Her muscles ached from being bound and hung, her flesh from knives as well as teeth and her mind was tormented with visions of decadence. And there was still that inner ache that refused to go away no matter what excuses she could find to dispel them.
The physical pain he put her through was minute compared to the emotional torment she experienced, when he had taken her sliced, bleeding nipple into his mouth, Tegan's emotions betrayed her then without a second thought to consequences.
She was definitely terrified of this young man but, the sensation of his hot mouth suckling her breast as she hung helpless had taken her to heights she never imagined were possible.
Her torturer's alien brand of pleasure had opened her up to a new feeling, one's that would have remained un-revealed, hidden away forever if she'd never had this encounter. The younger one had mentioned it, but at that time, she had dismissed the absurd comment. 'Masochistic, surely not her!'
Tegan knew she was no lady but her character couldn't be that devious, could it? Maybe the little bastard was right; she had mentally cried out to the Goddess Minerva's many times when she was partially penetrated by the tempting boys. She wondered now if her prayers for more were heard and what the Goddess would think of her for such shameful pleas.
Rufus, for all his perverted games, could make her feel dirty just by his mere touch and not in an enjoyable way.
These evil angels made her feel the need to be dirty, she wanted them to take her on a journey, a humbling, sinful, debasing journey.
These deplorable desires started deep down in her gut the minute he'd taken her nipple into his mouth, it spread out to the tips of her toes, an electric vibration that forced her entire frame to tremble, but not from fear. The feeling was by her body's capacity to enjoy it…and she really enjoyed it.
The anxious girl wasn't sure why the younger brother had come in and stopped the other from slicing her up. As she watched the dejected one return the knife to its resting place, Tegan wouldn't deny she felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
The fact that they now, maybe, had a need for her, which made Tegan feel a little safer, but then, the feeling of safety tarnished the fabrication of the drama set out before them.
Through her foggy senses she'd vaguely heard some mention of Rufus, mother, chess and playing with something. Though now she tried to piece it together, it completely left her distraught mind.
When these unrivalled silver boys started their idiosyncratic game, Tegan's body quickly showed its disloyalty and reacted of its own accord. She could still feel his warm, wet mouth on her. His tongue pushing inside; she had loathed this guy and yet, wanted him more than ever. As she thought about his sinfully slick muscle sliding within her, an electric burst exploded from her womb in a short burst. Mortified with her body's behaviour, Tegan let a whimper escape her lips.
'It's all their damned fault I feel this way, they have control of me, this isn't fair!'
Her thoughts poured out in a stream of useless dialog that her body had no intension of obeying, but all thoughts subsided when all of a sudden, the boys advanced on her.
Survival instinct had her make a desperate attempt to fling herself backwards, as far away from them as possible. The taller one lunged, grabbing onto her lagging ankle and dragged the weakened, struggling girl back to him.
"Noooooooooooo!" her cry wavered in pitch from fear and exertion. Trying to kick out of his grasp proved to be a futile expense of her energy reserves as he simply knelt down on the floor, and with a cruel vice like grip, he roughly turned her over, face down.
The malicious prick then forced the girl up into a hands and knees position, pulling her ass against his groin and holding her there. Tegan's desperate struggles gained her nothing as she slipped and slid on the fluid coated floor.
The flailing girl glanced back at her tormentor and caught a glimpse of his smile; evidently her useless efforts delighted the taller menace.
She was virtually a rag doll in his hands; nothing she did had any impact as he manhandled her into position, the bastard was enjoying her struggles immensely.
'Oh God, I can feel his rock hard cock against me.' Tegan tried to pull away but he seemed to effortlessly hold her in place. She knew what was coming and how powerless she was to stop it. Tegan felt so conflicted with what was about to happen, adrenalin coursed through her body heightening her fear and excitement.
Deciding her best option was to play the unwilling victim for now, she continued to wilfully struggle against them.
If only to preserve the 'victim' image in her own mind and retain her sanity.
Then the beautiful young one was kneeling in front of her. 'Oh god no' she thought. 'This is just too much. She tried to halt his intrusion, placing a hand up to his chest, momentarily distracted by the bloodied hand print she left on his finely sculpted muscle that lay beneath pale soft skin.
She snapped back from such sinful thoughts, trying in vain to push him away.
The brat grinned at her feeble attempt. "Come now…let's not suddenly play hard to get." he sarcastically replied. "We both know you want it."
Tegan searched her mind, she didn't want this, it was all out of her control. 'I'm the victim here,' she told herself for about the hundredth time.
"Get away from me!" the dark haired beauty moaned in despair.
The realisation of her situation and her position of 'victim' in peril right now, she recklessly threw herself to the side. Whether or not the older one let her go intentionally or she managed to break his hold, but she was suddenly free.
Her freedom however, was short lived. The younger of the two instantly captured her wrist, hauling her roughly up in front of him and looking upon her intently. His smile was a sinister one, beautiful but yes, sinister and her skin responded in terror, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her flesh raised up in tiny Goosebumps.
His delight at her retaliation quite evident, he chewed on his bottom lip while bringing her in close enough to whisper. "You're not going anywhere until you've finished what you started my little cum dumpster," Kadaj purred the harsh, filthy insult into her ear.
Tegan snapped, her self-image was an egotistical one and definitely not a demeaning 'cum dumpster.' Anger made her want to wipe the smug smile right off this bastards beautiful face.
She growled back, "The only thing that's finished is you, you fucking cunt!"
Tegan followed through with the threat by pulling her free arm back, and with all her might, punched the smaller youth as hard as she could in his arrogant, perfect face.
Not expecting the hit, the boy's head whirled to the side and he quickly stood in one smooth motion and released her wrist.
Tegan noted with smug satisfaction that the smile did in fact, leave his face. It was replaced by a blank, emotionless stare that settled on her. The youth's eyes then shifted to his brother…and then to her amazement, both burst out chuckling.
The young one finally broke the frozen moment. "Mother forbid, that mouth is disgusting," snickered the smaller of the two terrors.
Tegan though relieved to have her hand back, suddenly feared the outcome of that attack, regretting she struck the boy as his attention returned to her and his smile quickly turned into a look of anger.
"Give me…the hand…that you just hit me with!" Kadaj was deadly serious, his voice now dripping venom.
Tegan was terrified, cradling the hand that had hit him, fearing it would be removed for committing such an act. Whatever his intentions were, this would definitely involve more pain and end badly for the girl. She desperately tried to think of a way to save her appendage from certain doom, the only thing the boys seemed interested in at the moment was pain, sex & domination.
To hell with social etiquette, who was she kidding anyway?
None of her socialite friends were here to save her so fuck social etiquette!
All that was here was one very scared little Tegan Hamilton and two very alluring but psychopathic, Bi-polar rapists.
Who and what could save her?
Humiliation…submission…beg forgiveness...grovel? All were agreeable choices right now.
Tegan tried for a combined effort, she quickly dropped to rest the side of her face against the teen's thigh, again transferring more of her blood to his body. Her free hand reached around to grip his butt and she pulled him closer, snuggling her cheek against his leg in a loving, submissive gesture.
There she held him for a moment, scared that her action would only earn her a more drastic form of punishment. When no penalty was dealt, she quickly continued with her apology, turning her head inwards and placing soft tentative kisses over his silky skin.
This was obviously the right decision on her behalf and if this spared her from torture then she would give them sex…she would give them anything if it saved the loss of body parts.
Hesitantly, her endangered hand slowly moved up to fondle the impressive semi-flaccid cock of the younger menace that was only centimetres from her face, and with a pleading look, her lips made a trail of crimson kisses along the side of his hardening rod.
The girl's tortured tongue snaked forward to timidly touch his pale flesh and work small, wet circles on its journey to the tip of his prick.
"I'm sorry." she whispered and her lips opened wide to suck onto the side of his shaft as much as she could. Kadaj was a big boy! And she suddenly found her twisted brain thinking what it would be like to have him inside her.
How it would feel to be impaled by his impressive cock, how far up inside you it would go. Would it push past your cervix and enter your womb? How magnificent would that feel to have a cock so large it filled not only your tight tunnel, but your womb as well? Then, to be filled with not only by his colossal cock but his cum as well!
Tegan let out a small moan, which vibrated against his skin, the boy arched a curious brow at her actions, the hard, sinister look in his eyes softened somewhat and one corner of his lips tugged upwards in a slight smirk.
Tegan continued,"I promise I won't ever do it again." she blushed and realizing the nature of these two, she quickly added, "Unless you want me to."
Tegan knew her transgression had been forgiven as soon as his hand came up to gently caress her cheek.
His eyes lost every facet of that hateful glare as her mouth closed over his throbbing pink head, and she swallowed as much of the boy as possible, trying to reinforce her plea for forgiveness.
Cruel hands grabbed her hips and with a savage jerk, Yazoo pulled her off his brother and once again she found herself on hands and knees, ass flush against the tall ones shaft. She prayed that her apology had been accepted by the youth as her captor violently spread her knees open with his and ground that imposing hard cock against her. He rolled his hips around, sending jolts of fear mixed with pleasure up her spine.
"Oh Goddess!" she whimpered.
Kadaj reached out, grabbed her by the hair and harshly lifted her head up to face him.
"You're at…an extremely questionable stage of your miserable existence." he threatened, malevolent intent showing clearly in his emerald spheres. "You will, consent eagerly…to every little thing my brother desires," He slapped her lightly on the cheek, "or I'll end one of your friends right in front of you!"
The teen then pushed her head down until the side of her face met the wet, hard floor and he held her there. "And I'll make you watch." he growled.
She whimpered out loud when the tip of Yazoo's erection pressed against her entrance. Closing her eyes tightly, she didn't have to wait long for the inevitable to begin.
Slowly, very slowly, he started to push inside. Tegan gasped as she felt herself being stretched, giving way to his size. Yazoo moved deliberately slow in and out, going only slightly deeper with each thrust in. He was taking his time, drawing it painfully out.
Tegan moaned out aloud again, she didn't know what she would have preferred if he fucked her hard and fast and got it over and done with, or this agonizingly slow, almost gentle way he was taking her now. She allowed another muted whimper to escape her trembling lips as Kadaj released his hold on her hair, but she stayed down not game to move.
In further the pretty one gradually pushed, the feel of him was delightful, the care he took to penetrate her once again came unbidden to her thoughts causing her to arch her back slightly allowing a different angle.
Tegan stopped dead in her tracks, she shouldn't be reacting this way, it was wrong, so very wrong, but the sensation of him sliding in deeper felt so right.
She gripped the floor with her fingers, knuckles turning white as she struggled to find some sort of comfort. The girl didn't know how much more of him there was to come but she hoped he was nearly all the way in; he was stretching her to her absolute limit.
Tegan gratefully felt his thighs come in contact with her ass but the bastard rolled his hips around grinding further into her depths. The overwhelmed girl couldn't restrain it, she bucked and let out a cry, but it wasn't a cry of pain, and she hoped to god that they couldn't tell the difference.
Yazoo filled her completely with each slow thrust in, and every time he managed to draw a moan from her. She tried to still her voice but he was too big and it felt too damn good to contain it. His slow steady rhythm never wavered until he pushed all the way inside and held it there, pulling back hard on her hips and rolling his pelvis, rotating his cock inside her. It hit Tegan's sweet spot with every turn and she cried out with each hit. Her body's desires were responding to the last person on this earth that she had wanted it to.
"Oh goddess, please stop!" she finally blurted out, pushing up from the floor to turn her head in his direction. It was a bad move on her behalf, the sight of him pressed hard up against her, his defined muscles flexing taunt with the strain of grinding, the lust filled anger on his beautiful face, and the wicked sensation of him buried abyssal deep inside her caused another small electrifying explosion in her clenching tunnel.
Tegan didn't even try to hold back the pleasured cry. Her back arched giving the aggressive silver a better angle for penetration, which he immediately took advantage of. His fingers dug in, instantly causing purple bruises to appear on her skin as he gave her one violent, forceful, impaling stab. Her head flew back as she screamed out, "Fuck!" Her small body quivering as he slowly pulled out, stopping just short of completely and paused there. She felt herself tense in expectation of his next euphoric plunge.
Strong hands were unexpectedly placed on her jaw, gently pulling her face round to the forgotten teen now kneeling in front of her again. His eyes seemed to drill into hers, as if he was analysing every detail of her emotional flaws.
It was when she was totally distracted by the evil little angel that the drive came from her captor, she wasn't ready for it. Tegan screamed unashamedly loud. She had a sudden uneasy feeling that these alien boys would consume her completely. How could she tell them that they had already won? How could Tegan make them understand that she was theirs?
The distressed victim reached up with both hands to encircle the youngest' neck as tears slid down her cheeks, not knowing how else to express her submission to the boy. However, Kadaj seemed to have already realized her resolve was gone, and crushed her lips beneath his in a passionate kiss. The combination of water and blood continuously being transferred by the trio, left a strange red artwork upon each. Unique patterns appeared that grew larger with each encounter. Pink in some areas and dark red almost black where it had dried.
He held the girl to him as he shuffled forward on his knees, pushing her back up against the tall silver and wedging her between them.
Tegan told herself that she was doing this because she had to, that there was no choice, no alternatives. That whatever they wanted was acceptable in her endeavour to survive this. But, she wasn't too horrified at being jammed between these two, not-so-unfortunate-looking boys. She didn't have the fear of being sliced and diced, and if they both walked away from her now, Tegan had to admit, she would have begged them to stay.
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This female was definitely sweeter to taste then Yazoo had envisaged when he first laid eyes on the foul-mouthed little shrew. He was undeniably disappointed that he never got to do the things he had been planning all night, but the prospect of being united with Mother overshadowed everything else.
He'd been taken aback when he forced his way inside her, she felt like liquid silk around his cock. And her humble efforts to deny him only spurred him on to bring forth her unknown forbidden little vice. This was better than he had anticipated.
It dawned on him quickly that she was responding in a way no one else ever had to his handling, he was unsure on his next move as this was indeed, new territory for him.
Sometimes the middle child just drifted away to a dark corner of his mind, experiencing morbid gratification, oblivious to his deeds. But not always, and in those times he stayed and he watched his victim's reactions intently. He was an expert in causing pain. He knew what reactions were real and which were fake.
He was also well aware that when they complied with his every wish, they did so out of self-preservation, or to avoid further pain, this one did it because she had actually enjoyed it.
With the minx firmly sandwiched between them, Daj reached down and grabbed the girl's wrists bringing them up high over her head.
"Put your hands behind his neck," the smaller commanded.
The girl hesitated a moment before stretching her hands back and interlocking them behind Yazoo's neck. The pretty silver froze when she pulled him in tight and arched herself up harder onto his cock and gently started rocking her hips. This unbound willing female was a strange creature and the remnant moaned as he looked down the line of her body. The little deviant slowly wiggled her hips in small circles, her frame jolting and she squealed as his swollen head buried inside her rotated over her sweet spot.
Yazoo yearned for the familiar feel of his brother as he fucked the dark-haired female. He slipped one arm around the girl's waist and the other around his brother's back, pulling them both in close to him and resumed his slow jabs inside the girl's tight pussy.
Yaz's head dipped forward so his cheek rested against Tegan's ear and he held the smallest' eyes as Daj moved in.
The young leader reached up, one hand to Tegan's soft cheek and the other to caress Yazoo's.
Kadaj's luminous green orbs never left his brothers as he opened his mouth slightly and closed the distance on the girl. He stopped at the softest contact of his lips touching hers, they were soft, they were warm and he held there a moment, just enjoying this simple but delightful feeling.
He slowly moved his head around in small circles, wet lips tracing the motion over each other, then his mouth closed over hers and he pushed down firmly. Tegan followed his every move, totally compliant to the both of them now as the smaller silver claimed her mouth, and Yazoo claimed her body.
With eyes still locked, the middle sibling smirked at his brother; the girl was utterly lost to them.
Kadaj was more than aware that Yazoo was travelling the path of uncertainty here. There had been a handful of times that the youngest had diversified and taken a willing human but he knew Yaz had never found the slightest interest in it. And though the smaller preferred violent love ninety-nine percent of the time, he did sometimes feel the need to experience a more – affectionate – form of mating. Daj usually sought it out in his brother but it never lasted long, they would both end up vying for dominance and the gentleness evaporated quickly.
In the beginning, there was a feeling of love between Kadaj and his willing lover but, he always felt cheated by them when it was over, it left him feeling that love was only untainable while you were in the act of sex itself. When it was over, the love was gone! He felt bitter towards people because of it which left every lover dead after sex.
It was a long time later that he learnt that love wasn't the act of sex itself, love was much deeper, more complicated and meaningful.
While he loved his brothers deeply, he wasn't 'in love' with his brothers! He totally enjoyed the sex, even loved the sex they shared, but it still left him wanting afterwards. His human toys filled the void sometimes, they wanted something more than he did, life!
Their desperate acts of submission and compliance to his every whim, the way they clung to him, this is how he interpreted the meaning of love, a desperate need of him.
If he didn't get it from them, then they didn't love him, if they didn't love him then they didn't love anything, if they didn't love anything then they deserved to die!
This was his simple philosophy of love and life, love me or die!
Kadaj decided that as killing this girl was now out of the question, he would indulge in the female's willingness; he would show Yazoo another side to the human creature's nature, a side the middle sibling had never experienced.
Did Kadaj doubt she would perform for them, no he didn't doubt her willingness to please them. But could he lure out of her a more meaningful emotion for Yazoo to experience? Maybe!
The pretty remnant was watching his every move intently while continuing to screw the girl, Kadaj gripped the brunetts jaw and forced her mouth open. A muted whimper left her lips as the young leader looked for the source of blood that kept slowly spilling. It was no worse than before though, those wicked little cuts his brother had bestowed her with.
He gently he sucked in the vixens pouting bottom lip, swirling his tongue around, then pulling back slightly and releasing the delicate flesh with a soft, wet smacking sound. Then leaning in deliberately slow, he watched his brother's reaction as he timidly sucked in the little one's top lip, tracing his tongue over the sweet tissue.
He pushed his tongue in past her lips, tasting the sweet metallic tang of her blood and delighting in the soft moan she passed from her mouth into his.
The youngest kept the pace easy and his actions gentle. The girl followed his every move, playing the part he wanted her to…submissive…willing…pliant. He lightly dropped the hand from her face, running his fingertips down over her long neck and the rise of her breast to pinch her nipple.
The girl reacted instantly, she cried out pulling away from him as much as she could; which was very little, but it startled both boys momentarily with the shrill sound and the abrupt change.
Her hands flew forward to rest on the youngest biceps but she didn't push him away and her eyes held a glint of fear mixed with uncertainty.
The youth immediately realizing the cause of her pain, he'd pinched the lacerated nipple that still oozed blood.
"Oops…my bad." snickered the boy and delicately stroked the round of her breast in apology. He watched as she settled quickly, his fingers glided around coming closer to the mutilated nipple.
Yazoo, that wonderful sadistic bastard, had completely severed the little bud in two and Kadaj wondered if it would heal as one or forever be divided. He gently pinched the two halves together and the girl gave a squeal, her eyes squeezed shut in pain but her head dropped back in rapture. Kadaj leant forward and replaced his fingers with his lips, sucking in the split flesh and twirling his tongue around the tiny peaks.
Her hands were in his hair instantly, pulling his face in harder as a euphoric moan burst out of her chest. The youngest willingly obliged her masochistic needs by sucking harder and was rewarded with another shrill moan of pleasure.
She would bear the scar for the rest of her life if they didn't close it for her, but Daj rather liked the idea of a scar. The thought of her trying to explain it to every new lover she took to bed would have been amusing. The thought of her having to explain it to Rufus Shinra was downright fucking hilarious!
The speed at which Yazoo and the female settled back into their cheek-to-cheek position tickled Kadaj, and seeing the incident had absolutely zero impact on the mood of either, he let his lips trail soft wet kisses back up to hers.
The girls golden speckled brown eyes glazed over and she whimpered into his mouth as the middle sibling moved inside her. Kadaj reached up grabbing onto his lovers again as he started to deepen his kiss. Her hands that had been resting on his arms moved lower, the shameless little slut grabbed hold of his cock with both hands and squeezed hard. It was his turn to moan into the kiss. 'Little temptress.' he thought. He really wanted to see if she had that sinful streak that he was sure lay hidden just under the surface.
He gave her a final hard kiss, then slowly his lips lightly trailed across her cheek towards his brother's mouth that was only inches away.
Through half lidded eyes, he watched Tegan's response as Yazoo eagerly opened his mouth and Kadaj's slick, hot muscle found its way into his brother's mouth.
The grip on the young leader's cock was instantly released and he felt her tense but he forgave her, he knew humans were mostly straight up heterosexual, so the sight of 'brothers lip locking' would surely shock her.
Yazoo stopped all movement inside the girl as the silver boys embraced each other, their kisses quickly turning hungry as they always did but Daj didn't push his brother into the normal challenge. When Yazoo' tongue forced its way past the youngest' lips he simply welcomed it, sucking the invading muscle softly.
The stunned girl, still sandwiched between them, never moved a muscle, she just stared transfixed by the sight above her. Kadaj thought she would do one of two things. 'Scream and try to bolt…or…join in.'
Judging by what he had seen of her so far, he would bet his left nut on the latter.
The young leader kept a gentle hand cradling her cheek as his lips were devoured by the pretty remnant, and when he suddenly pulled away from Yazoo, he quickly drew her back in and picked up where he left off.
She offered no resistance at all as the lips that were virtually eating his brother one minute, closed over hers the next.
'You're mine now!' mused the youth. Kadaj knew this would be something his moody brother would never forget.
She cried out into his mouth and her whole body jolted as Yazoo resumed his thrusts with slightly more force than before. The pretty one was obviously enjoying himself; which pleased the youngest to no end, and the growl from the middle child that followed just confirmed Kadaj's thoughts.
The minx pulled Kadaj in hard, her heat was rising as well as her need. He rose to her challenge and crushed her mouth beneath his, reaching down with one hand to lightly run his fingers over her hot wet folds. He slid a finger in between and tickled her swollen clit, swallowing her moans into his mouth.
Her body snaked wildly around as he continued to gently brush over the sensitive nub, and a ripple effect quickly followed. Her movement caused Yazoo to pump harder, and this caused her to grip Daj tighter while her lips turned desperate against his, and as her teeth bit down on his bottom lip, exciting the young one with pain…he pushed against her little button harder.
By the time the ripple went around again, the trio were almost attacking one another. Daj grabbed the two and halted all movement, if they continued this way he would lose Yaz for sure, he had no interest in having a threesome with the puppet master here tonight.
He gently stroked their backs calming them down as they all regained their breath. Her arms were around him just holding him there and it felt strangely comfortable to have the both of them in his arms.
Yazoo resumed first, he pulled the girl up against his chest and as her head fell into his shoulder he gently grazed his teeth over her neck, she responded quickly by arching her butt into him and Daj just couldn't stay out of it one second longer.
This girl would play their game and play it willingly.
He crushed her between them grabbing a handful of Yaz' hair and hauled his brother's lips back to his. Yaz stopped his bucks and concentrated on the young one as their mouths opened and wet tongues danced around one another. Daj groaned deep into the pretty remnants mouth as small soft fingers closed around his shaft again. He looked out of the corner of his eyes to see the girl's interested but hesitant look and half smiled as Yazoo continued to plunder his mouth with that sweet tongue.
He wondered if she would need a fucking invite or come join them of her own accord, so he closed his lids and leaned into the passionate kiss.
Hands that were fondling his stiff rod were suddenly on his face and he found himself forcefully dragged away from the familiar lips of Yazoo, to the not so familiar soft lips of the girl. 'Not bad.' he thought. 'She lasted a good 15 seconds before completely caving in.' He rewarded her fall from grace by completely devouring her mouth. What he took from his brother he gave to her, and she willingly received all that he offered.
Now if it was ever in their interest to take humans as anything other than toys, victims or someone to vent their anger on, Daj decided he wanted a slutty little thing. Male or female, and it must be a wanton shameless lustful one at that. Just like this one…only not.
Tegan was, in the small one's opinion, turning out to be the most brazen female that he had ever come across. Moreover, he had no doubts the little bitch could be just as sadistic as Yazoo if given the opportunity to discover her hidden talents. If the foul language was any indication, Yaz would be in serious trouble if she ever got him tied up. If that happened, the young leader wanted a nice soft sofa set up in the corner and a shit load of popcorn, so he could watch the whole thing with a big fucking smile on his face and cheer her on.
Yazoo evidently decided a penalty fuck was in order her for the interference with his young one's kiss, bringing his hands up between her and the youngest, he gripped onto her shoulders. He pulled down hard as he drove up into her forcefully. Kadaj swallowed her throaty screams as he held her to his lips, it was so tempting to revert back to his preferred form of violent sex, but with both of the boys on her, there was more than a good chance she wouldn't survive the encounter. And he had need of her, in more ways than one.
The youngest' lust rose dramatically and he wanted more from this encounter then he was prepared to let her give. Reaching down again to her bare folds, he slid his fingers through her slit until the tips lightly encountered his brother's dick sliding in and out of her. He held them there, feeling the satin wet skin, the raised vein that he pushed against on every inward drive Yaz made. The remnant released a throaty growl at the extra sensation applied to the underside of his cock and hammered in harder. A thin sheen of sweat was forming over his entire body, making his skin glisten under the fluorescent light.
Their little apprentice cried out at the sudden change in pace and pulled away from Kadaj's lips, she looked deliriously up at him as her hands slid down to his shoulders. Then to his surprise, she used him to push herself back harder against his brother's thrusts.
The silver leader quickly braced himself against her force, watching a little mystified as Yazoo groaned at the experience of her pushing back to meet him. His lids were hooded, brows knotted together and his mouth was hanging slightly open in a highly erotic expression. Yazoo tilted his head back bucking into her, as his thrusts increased in speed and force; she lowered her head down and pushed against Kadaj to match him.
Kadaj's eyebrows arched in wonder, 'The tramp was a fucking nymphomaniac as well.' He grabbed the back of her head and forced her lips down to his throbbing cock, while she was down there, she may as well make herself useful.
His need was going from bad to worse as she placed her hands either side of his knees and used them to continue pushing back against Yazoo. Kadaj' eyes rolled back as without any further encouragement she took the younger silver's cock in as deep as she could into that hot mouth.
He held onto the back of her head and tested the depth of her throat.
"Oh fuck…Good Girl." he groaned to her. She sucked hard on the end of his knob making him jolt as his oversensitive head was abused.
His body bucked as she grabbed hold of his nuts with one hand, gently pulling on the velvety sack that enclosed his precious seed makers. Kadaj was just about drooling as her gentle tugging turned slightly rough. She pulled down hard on the lose skin and then pinched the ends. The youngest had never felt anything like that painful pleasure before and a muted cry escaped his lips. He worked her mouth as she worked his nuts, his cock positively dripping with saliva and pre cum.
He regretfully pulled out, leant down and whispered into the girl's ear, then shuffled on his knees over to his brother's side.
Yaz grimaced and gave her one hard final pump, stopping deep inside her as he watched his brother's approach in wary suspicion.
The older boy sent a pleading defying look to the younger, undeterred, Kadaj's body slid in beside him and he reached up and pulled Yazoo in beside him.
Yaz breathing heavily, pulled away shaking his head.
"No Daj, I'll last about five seconds if you do!"
Kadaj giggled maniacally, "Am I too much for you Yaz?" he teased. He knew this way there was no chance of Yazoo going away and the other coming forth, it had always kept the darkness at bay. Sephiroth obviously didn't like to be on the receiving end of any pain.
The young leader pouted, "I want you to cum harder then you have ever cum before my sweet brother." said Kadaj and he tilted his head towards the girl. "And this little masochistic nympho is going to do it for you, with my help of course."
"Daj…."
The youngest remnant kissed his brother again silencing all protests. He drew back and looked to the girl, she was still on her hands and knees and deeply impaled by Yazoo but watching them with keen interest etched on her pretty face.
He reached out and ran his fingers over her back, noting her shiver under his touch. She was definitely a bonus for them. First, in her alliance with the asshole Shinra, then in her rather sinful attributes.
Kadaj moved behind his brother, kissing and nipping at his skin all the way around to the defined back he knew so well. He placed one hand around to Yaz's nipple and pinched it lightly then rolled it round between his fingers.
He let his tongue flick lightly over his brothers back, tasting the salty, sweaty skin, then sucked in a mouthful of flesh and bit down hard.
Yazoo growled out loud but Kadaj kept the pressure up, he felt his brother drive into the girl and she in return screamed in pleasure at the invading, hard flesh that filled her entirely.
Kadaj released the bite and licked the bruise that was already forming, he moved his mouth to a new area and felt his brother tense as he sucked in another bite size morsel, he delighted at sinking his teeth into his brothers soft skin, applying more pressure this time.
"Fuck Daj!" yelled Yaz.
Kadaj grinned, he just loved to bite. 'Paybacks a bitch' he thought. Daj could feel the pretty silver pounding into the brunette and she was letting them know how it felt. Her groans and whimpers were getting louder and higher in pitch. The youngest loved the screamers, whether in pain or pleasure he didn't care particularly, as long as they screamed.
The young demon boy ran his hand down to Yazoo' crack and followed the line until he came to his brother's tight hole. Yaz spread his legs open, continuing to pummel the girl's tight, dripping pussy as Daj tickled his entrance.
The little one slipped a fingertip in past Yazoo's entrance to the hot tunnel that begged to be violated. He watched his brother's body quiver, the experience of being impaled while impaling a wailing girl was forcing him to new euphoric states of bliss.
Kadaj forced his digit in a little further, Yaz's head fell backwards and a loud moan tumbled from his throat.
The brat worked his jaws again, this time he sucked his brothers pale skin into his mouth, then bit down as hard as he could while thrusting his finger deep into Yazoo's hot ass.
The long haired Remnant screamed out in pleasure. "FUCK…DAJ…NO MORE!"
However, the leader knew better than to stop now.
He pumped his brother with his long digit until he heard a particular pitch to Yaz's cries and knew he was at the brink. Kadaj stopped, letting the flesh slide out from between his teeth and grimaced at the ugly wound he inflicted. 'Ha ha ha…that's got to hurt.' But the smaller silver still thought he owed about an hours' worth of pain after Yazoo's previous 'fun time' at his expense.
Kadaj removed his finger and Yazoo slumped forward on the girl, breathing hard as his body started to tremble; the young one moved behind him guiding the tip of his cock to his brother's hole. Yazoo sent him a worried look but Kadaj paid it no heed and in one forceful jab, was buried ball deep inside his sibling.
Yazoo's head shot up and a pained look took up residence on his pretty face. He cried out going limp onto the girl, Daj was safe to inflict as much punishment as he liked from here on in.
"Suck it up cupcake," sniggered Kadaj.
"Arhh…you're an asshole Daj." groaned the very stretched remnant.
The leader paused, still embedded deep and checked to see if the girl was faltering under his brothers weight.
She held him, eyes as wide as saucers at the sight before her and Daj stroked her sides. Yazoo took advantage of the hiatus and grabbed onto the female, one arm encircling her slim waist while the other gripped her upper arm, he moaned into her soft, faintly freckled shoulders as Kadaj moved again.
"MMMMMMM fuck, fuck, fuck!" whimpered Yazoo and raised his head, face grimacing in that pained-ecstasy crossover as the youngest pounded his already aching hole.
Kadaj reached around his brother with both hands and grabbed hold of the girls hips, with a sudden jerk, he forcefully pulled her back into Yaz as he drove into him.
Both her and Yazoo cried out at this amazing sensation, Kadaj quickly increased the pace, driving in repeatedly as he pulled back hard on her hips.
Yazzy lifted himself slightly off the girl so she was free to move and after a few more thrusts, Kadaj felt her slam back against his brother on her own accord.
The assaulted silver was doing his best to brace himself against the onslaught from the two but Kadaj wasn't going to spare him anything this time.
The girl's cries were becoming heated, her backward thrusts got harder and Daj knew she was building up ready to blow, the thought of her cuming over Yaz's cock as the two boys loosened their loads caused his nuts to instantly tighten and the tingles started.
Yazoo's groans were long and loud by this time; his beautiful long silver hair clung to his sweat covered back and shoulders, his wrinkled brow and clenched teeth told of his euphoric state of pleasure.
Then he literally screamed out, in either pain or pleasure, sometimes it was hard to tell with Yazoo, and Kadaj knew the girl had carried out the instructions he'd whispered into her ear earlier on. The little masochist would have a death-grip on Yazoo's nuts right now and Yazoo, he would be loving it!
The middle sibling was almost crying as his tender jewels were being tortured within her relentless grip. It was the most amazing feeling he'd ever experienced, Kadaj fucking his ass hard, the girls so very tight tunnel encasing his cock while his nuts were being tortured, it was beyond euphoric for his twisted tastes.
His orgasm came upon him fast and hard, he reached down grabbing the female's shoulders, pulling back powerfully and forcing the girl to impale herself firmly onto his throbbing cock. The intensity from both increasing as their climaxes started to tip.
With a force he rarely used on his brother Kadaj slammed into Yazoo as hard as he could, crying out with the thrill of his cock hurling recklessly into his sibling.
With the three of them screaming their lungs out, Yaz came instantly, a cry tore from his throat like nothing Kadaj had ever heard before. The young Silver felt his brother's hole constrict around his prick as he kept up the furious pace. Then the girls scream wavered, and Kadaj knew she was coating his brother's cock in her own milky juice and it rocked him totally.
Daj let loose, crying out loud as his cum poured deep inside his trembling, moaning brother. The youngest rode out the waves of spasm that followed until his spent form shuddered to a standstill, his laboured breaths and quivering body left him unsteady and he had no choice but to lean against Yazoo to stay upright.
Kadaj felt his brother faltering, Yazoo was trembling far worse than Kadaj and he held him while he slowly pulled out, causing more painful groans from both boys as he extracted his still rigid cock. The female had obviously come to the end of her strength, suddenly collapsing and taking Yaz with her.
The totally energy depleted remnant just laid there on top of the girl, not caring if he was too heavy or not.
'He was well and truly fucked' thought Daj.
They stayed there together, trying to refill their lungs with much needed oxygen. She turned her head to look at Kadaj and gave him a look he could only describe as, 'I can't believe it's not butter!' He smiled to himself and dropped down beside them, shaking his head at her.
"Well my little twisted one, looks like we've found a use for you then." he smiled.
He leaned down, seizing her by the hair and forced her to hold his gaze. This was definitely a girl they could relate to. Deep down, Kadaj suspected she was licentious to some degree and he was keen to explore just how much. The fact she was as hot as hell for them after Yaz tied her up and caused her harm spoke volumes about her personality.
Her eyes drilled into the young silver.
"You think you know me, you don't know shit." she harshly added.
Kadaj chuckled at her audacity, pushing her head gently away as he stood on slightly shaky legs. He raised his silver eyebrows and chewed on his bottom lip as he contemplated the thought of actually replying to her bitchy comment.
No…. it was time for him to go, they had been playing all night with their new toys and he was exhausted after his explosive orgasm. He turned on his heel; scooped up his leathers and made for the door, noticing the rope hanging to the side he retrieved it.
"Yaz! I'm taking your rope." he glanced back to the shattered pair on the floor.
Catching the middle remnants eyes, he gave his brother a serious look. "Yazoo, she is our first useful pawn, we need her so no sacrificing the piece just yet."
The young leader gave them a final look and then left.
Tegan still reeling from all that had happened and not entirely sure what he meant turned her head up to the one called Yazoo in confusion.
"Did he just say I was here for porn? she queried in a totally perplexed manner.
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