A/N: Content warning: dub-con smut.

When I started this fic, I stated I wouldn't write smut. But I changed my mind and wanted to challenge myself. So yeah, half of this chapter contains sexual themes. If you're not into it, please skip it.


"You're telling me to be a whore, Tseng," she seethed.

Lucka thought she was gotten better with her condition after three therapy sessions in the last few days. But no, the very person who suggested it was the one who also ruined her progress.

"Lucka, it's not what I meant," Tseng said.

"It's the same!" she blasted.`

"Lucka... " Cissnei stroked her back softly to appease her anger.

Lucka glanced at Cissnei and gritted her teeth. "I won't do any honey trap."

"The method will help you to infiltrate information from Orion easier." Tseng still tried.

"Easier?! Never heard of seducing the man who assaulted me will be easier!"

Tseng took a deep breath. "We will provide with trauma therapy until you're ready."

Luka shook her head. "You don't understand, Tseng. You know nothing about trauma."

"How do you know I know nothing about trauma?" he said, looking her in the eyes.

Lucka stared back. Ah. Yes, he actually knew.

But Lucka didn't want to lower her ego. She turned her head away.

"I can't fully guarantee it, but at least to some extent, sexpionage will defend you from undesirable liaisons," Tseng said.

Lucka didn't answer. It was the second time Tseng and Cissnei tried to explain to her. And she couldn't accept how inane the procedure was.

She didn't lead a life of celibacy because she wanted to. She didn't mind doing the method itself under the current pretext. She may put up with it if Orion never touched her. However, the man was a predator. She would be raped if she continued to process the task.

Tseng expelled a heavy sigh. "Veld had a reward for you if you agree."

Lucka frowned. She gave him a sidelong glance. "Reward?"

"Full authority to kill Orion Lannighan."

Lucka cast him a deadly glare. Insane. How could they think of killing someone as a reward?

"I'm not interested."

"It's an intermittent chance. Orion is one of the influential people in the hierarchy—"

"I don't care, Tseng! I want to abort!"

"If I can terminate the mission, I already do it. But It's Veld's order. Even I can't oppose him." Tseng stared at her. His eyes hardened.

Lucka buried her face in her palms. The boiling fervor rose in her stomach. At the same time, the despair starts to eat her alive. But the emotions subsided as she felt Cissnei's hand caressing her back again.

"Cissnei, please assist Lucka."

"You can count on me," Cissnei said.

Lucka raised her head. She glanced at Cissnei. "Traitor."

"Lucka!" Cissnei was shocked by her accusation.

Lucka didn't mean it. After she took it out on her, somehow, she felt guilty. She stared back at Tseng to distract herself. She knew she never had a choice. She was supposed to carry out the order once it was issued. She gave up after a half-hour debate with them.

"Fine. How long does the training last?"

Tseng didn't bother to hide his divested look. "Leastwise a month to three months. After you finish the therapy, indeed."

"When does the therapy begin?" Lucka asked with contempt.

"Tomorrow," Tseng said.

Lucka snorted. They really didn't spare her time to breathe. "Fine."

"Thank you, Lucka," Tseng said with a softer tone.

"Are we done here?"

"Yes. You two may leave," Tseng said.

Lucka drew one of the chairs in the meeting room outside Tseng's office. She slumped and rested her head back, a deep sigh escaping her mouth.

"How's it goin' ?" Asked Reno from the sofa across the table.

"She'd agreed," Cissnei said in Lucka's stead.

"Damn. Lucky bastard," Reno said, implying to Orion.

"Shut up."

"Aw... poor sissy," Reno said and walked to her. He hugged her briefly. "Let's castrate him."

Lucka glanced at him, uninterest.

"Oh. Come on, Lucky! I'll prepare various torture ideas for you!" Reno beamed, crashing with her lousy mood.

Lucka grunted. "No torture. I'll immediately end him."

"Okay. But I'm ready anytime if you change your mind." He winked.

"I won't."


Lucka attended Prolonged Exposure trauma therapy besides CBT three times a week. In a normal circumstance like in her experience, it would last her at least a few months to a year to finish. But since the mission was occurring and she needed to meet Orion soon, Tseng decided to shorten the intervention. To be honest, it was tiring. She also needed to attend the drug detoxification in covert.

But shouldn't she be proud of herself? There was some improvement. Receiving help was not a sign of weakness. Despite her resentment of Tseng, she was grateful for the support.

Two weeks had gone so slowly. Lucka was so preoccupied with her routine that she almost forgot the next day was her birthday, according to the Earth calendar. Lucka's eyes twinkled with delight. She would celebrate her birthday with Ryuu! But another thought interrupted the bliss. She needed to ask the General to unsummoned her.

She hadn't met him since the last horrendous event. And she never received any apology, nor she expected it. Yet, how shameless he was?

Disgruntled, Lucka texted the General to unsummon her tomorrow evening. The answer came right away. He said okay.


She was back.

Lucka concealed her face in the big pillow on her bed. She inhaled the familiar lavender linen perfume that drifted over it. The note was one of her favorite fragrances to help her get better sleep. Ah. It's nice to be home.

Speaking of perfume, Lucka remembered the bribe from Ryuu. She scanned around the room. On top of the desk laid a large velvet box in baby blue with a cream brocade ribbon. Her eyes glimmered after she peeked inside. There was sealed Miss Dior perfume in its signature pinkish box, a birthday card, and a small black dustbag with the Chanel logo. Wonderful.

A broad grin broke out on her lips as she read the card. Ryuu was so charming that it was nearly impossible to resist falling for him. She sighed happily. Lucka opened the perfume and eagerly sprayed it all over her body. It felt like she showered with a bed of Damask roses. Aphrodite must be jealous of just how heavenly she smells.

Her eyes moved from the perfume to the dust bag. Her hand unveiled impatiently. Beneath was Chanel 19 small bag in light purple in Quilted Leather. The flap was a trifecta of metals—ruthenium, antiqued gold, and antiqued silver. It had large diamond quilting and a flap with a logo turn-lock of antiqued gold threaded with leather. The interior was lined with tonal fabric and had a zipped pocket, while the back face sports a magnetic slide pocket. A chain handle with a leather-and-chain crossbody strap with a longer drop transitioned from gold to silver to ruthenium with a shoulder pad for comfort. In short, it was a gorgeous bag.

Lucka put the bag in the closet, lined it with her other designer bag, and placed the perfume on the vanity table.

Now, where is the cake?


Traitor-Olivia Rodrigo

She ventured into the house and hoped to find it. She went to the living area, but there was only an empty room. When she arrived at the kitchen, Lucka made a straight line to the fridge. She was so surprised when she found nothing.

She glanced around and wished that perhaps Ryuu put it on the dining table. But none. There was no cake.

An uninvited wrenching sensation blew her gut. With slumped shoulders, Lucka sat on the edge of the table. As she looked out of the windows, she heard something unfamiliar. It was a peal of female laughter, to be precise.

Inquisitive, Lucka went to the backyard, where the sound came. Her feet guided her to the outdoor sofa. There she caught two people lounging. One was Ryuu, and the other was a girl with blonde hair sitting on his lap. In front of them lay a birthday cake on the coffee table. But the cake didn't matter anymore. Her attention was fully drawn to the girl.

Lucka scanned her from head to toe. The curled of her flowing molten gold hair fell beautifully down her spine. She wore rather daring clothes, a floral pink sun dress with Sabrina rim that revealed her porcelain shoulder and back. Her bare thighs were circled by one of Ryuu's hands. The antics made her dart her eyes up. And, oh, she wished she didn't do that. From the slight movement, her hair parted the scene of what was happening between them. The heated, passionate kiss from the lover brought a rose-colored flush to her cheeks.

When she gasped, they stopped and looked in Lucka's direction. Not that their action alone surprised her. But what more shocking was she knew who the girl was. She would never forget that face.

"Chione...?" Lucka trembled lips worded the name.

What...? How...?

All in one clicked in. Oh. So this is what the two had been doing behind her back. Unhindered rage drowned her in. She stepped back and shook her head in disbelief.

"Lucka, I can explain this." Ryuu and Chione rose up. He extended his right hand.

"TRAITOR!" Lucka took another step. Her shaken body conceded in ferocious anger.

"Lucka, I'm so sorry," Chione said with a trembling voice, striding toward her.

Lucka's eyes widened. Now she said sorry? Sorry? "You fucked up! Fuck off!" She said, baking away two steps back.

Ryuu took a step forward. "Lasya—"

"I SAID FUCK OFF!" Lucka whirled in her heels. She fled to the passage of the woods.

"Lasya!" Ryuu voice was following behind.

Lucka brushed off his calling. Anguish tears glided down her cheeks. Her feet knew no rest.


Lucka halted when she didn't hear Ryuu's voice again. The sudden motion created a slip on her crossed legs. She covered her head when the moss ground latched the void with her face. As she fell free, her shoulders collided with the edge of a large stone. She rolled up several times and landed low beneath an enormous pine tree.

She let out a sharp, painful gust. Her stomach hurled up and down. Her blurry gaze fixated on the dreary sky. Deep inside the silent forest, the only sound came from her sniff. Lucka rubbed her red eyes with her palm. Her body ached. But those were little in comparison to the anguish in her chest.

Lucka turned to her side and crouched into a ball, hugging herself. Her muggy cheeks rubbed against the frigid grass.

Years of trust shattered into a myriad of sand, as no more shore to be stranded, swept adrift by the high tide. The sacred shrine that she called home lost its anchor over treachery. All the treasured memory were shipwrecked by a coil of scudding storm, leaving Lucka with only a disastrous cascade of misery. Her lungs failed to gather the air. Her sense was trapped in an eyrie hollow pinnacle. Her body was freighted by a cold wind, with every murmur in between the breeze dimming her zeal, extracting every warm sun's rays away from Helios.

A brimming hatred within her chest like a summit, cursing over the names that once became a dew in the morning.

Ryuu, Chione, you're dead to me.

It was the worst birthday gift she ever received. She would welcome mother earth to swallow her whole with open arms. To be friends with the darkness, the nothingness, for once again.


Sephiroth circled the Materia in his hand slowly. His eyes were glued to the glowing golden emitted from it.

She had arrived. But where was she?

He skimmed his living area once. He rose when he didn't find her. Weird. Shouldn't she appear around him? Sephiroth was midway to go to the kitchen when he heard a noise of a muffled cry from his bedroom. He frowned.

His hand rested at the door knob a second longer. He felt a sense of Deja Vu. Disregarding the thought, Sephiroth let himself into his bedroom.

Lucka had never stopped surprising him. How fazed he was when he caught a ball of white on the oak floor near the bed foot.

"Lucka?"

Her trembling back tensed. But she didn't turn around to face him.

Sephiroth stepped closer. "Why are you lying there? Get up. It must be cold."

Lucka didn't budge. There was only the sound of her sniffing.

He sighed and kneeled on the floor next to her. "What happened?"

"Go away," she said with a hoarse voice.

"But it's my room."

Silence.

"What's wrong?" He tried again. His hand touched her shoulder softly.

Lucka winced in pain. She withdrew further from him.

Sephiroth's eyes caught a flashing of red and purplish all over her body. "Lucka, you're injured."

"I know," she said with a frail voice.

"Come on. Can you sit?" He asked and reached out to the Restore Materia in the drawer.

Lucka slowly faced him and sat up. Tears soaked her cheeks.

Sephiroth looked taken aback after seeing how chaotic her current state was. It was the first time he saw her crying. Her curls tangled with each other while her clothes crumpled messily. Her body was full of bruises and cut wounds, with blood seeping from her pale skin. "What happened to you?"

Lucka said nothing. Sephiroth sighed and started to tend her wound. It didn't take long for the injuries to heal.


I Wanna Be Yours - Artic Monkey

"Do you want me to comfort you?" he asked.

Lucka stared at him. Tears hadn't stopped falling.

"I can ease your pain," the General said.

"How?" Lucka sniffed, brushing her eyes with the back of her hand, entirely clueless.

The General put down her hand, wiped the tears, and kissed her cheek.

Lucka went entirely still. Her breath was halfway thwarted. She peered into his eyes, and the next thing she knew, their lips were crushed against each other.

He was kissing her in the mouth.

The room became a blur. The entire universe came to a halt. Lucka's attention was fully drawn to him, into his velvety lips. There was a spark. A genuine effervescence when their lips come into contact. A wave of magical thread bound her in. And the perception of reasons failed to exist. She only saw colors. Coming out of fluorescence polyrhythmic pied, as an aurora, between a thousand stars shimmering in her periphery. A sudden serene cloistered her sense, quieter than the convent garden—a slight twitch of his lips snapped her back to reality.

It was a soft, curious kiss. His hot breath caressed her nose, and warm lips grazed her bottom lip. He nipped it after mapping the contour and took the lead as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth slowly. He Tasted her, trying to fish for her reaction. But Lucka was too flabbergasted to respond. When she only breathed tensely, the General withdrew and looked into her eyes. "Relax. Inhale and exhale," he instructed.

Lucka blinked and drew in a deep breath. After a few seconds, her brain started working again, and the gear in the system addressed what had happened.

Lucka's body shook. She yelled, "Why did you kiss me?!" Her face was smoldering red.

"A distraction," he said, stroking the side of her head. "Look, you stop crying."

A deep valley formed between Lucka's eyebrows. How could he say such an obscene approach so casually? "You shouldn't kiss me just to distract me!"

"You don't like it?" He asked and brought her chin up.

Do I dislike it? Lucka clutched her chest. Heartbeat resonated through the flesh, merging with her trembling body.

"No, you like it," he said, kissing her again.

Lucka was deadly confounded. The kiss was gentle, yet it punched her gut hard.

"Show me your tongue," he purred and parted open her mouth with his thumb.

As Lucka nervously opened her mouth, she couldn't fathom why she was doing so. It felt an invisible barrier had clouded her vision, preventing her from seeing clearly. An indescribable, unwavering force drew her towards him—a resolute twine so mighty it seemed unbreakable. The intensity of the connection overpowered her. She couldn't explain the influence it held over her nor the reasons behind its existence. All she knew was that it was present, tangible, and impossible to withstand.

The General licked her tongue and sucked it softly. The action made her breath heavier, and she felt the dampness between her thighs. Zeus.

And from that, the kiss only became fiercer as she found the General hands on her waist. He pulled Lucka closer and made her straddle him, grinding against her lap.

Lucka panted and pushed the General away. But he stayed still. Instead, he caught her hands and interlocked them with his.

"G-general—"

The General devoured her lips again with no mercy. He lifted her from the floor and pinned her to the bed. Then his lower body rubbed against hers, deep and slow. Lucka felt her body spasm as she let out a flimsy moan. His low growl replied soon, seeping through her reddened ears. The General released her hands and parted her legs open. Lucka gasped in scare the moment he started to hump her. His topless image came into mind, taunted her, and made her shudder from the rash desire.

"Gen–" Before she could protest, their lips met again. Between their breathless, tangled tongue, she let out another deep moan.

Lucka was almost completely lost as the lust took over her terrified mind. She tried to push him again while his lips trailed down her jawline. His right hand snatched her hands above her head. Then he sucked the column of her throat passionately. She drawled a long whine feeling his teeth sink into her sensitive skin. His left hand slipped behind her shirt, unclasped her bra, and squeezed the lush weight of her breasts in his hand. He dragged along his tongue to tease the peak of her nipple, circling it and sucking it deep enough to make her let out a stammered moan.

Her clit behind the panties painfully throbbed as he kept humping her. Lucka felt butterflies flying in her stomach when she realized something was about to come.

The General pulled back, released her hands, and stared her in the eyes. He smiled wickedly.

He was about to kiss her again, but Lucka touched his chest to halt him. "S-stop."

He stopped. Yet he said, "Are you sure? Don't you need more, Lucka?"

Zeus. This old fox.

"No."

The General scoffed. He knew it was not what she desired. "Little Liar."

He sat and let her go. She thought they would stop now. But her jaw almost dropped when the General removed his pajama robe. Lucka's eyes follow the movement of his firm body. Her fascination with his shirtless image was not merely due to the novelty of seeing it for the second time. There was something different, something captivating about this particular occasion. As she gazed at his picturesque, sculpted abs, she couldn't help but feel an intense craving the way his body was chiseled with precision and strength.

It wasn't just the physical appearance that enchanted her; it was the way he breathed. Each inhale and exhale seemed deliberate and mesmerizing, emphasizing the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Lost in her reverie, she could almost feel the pull of his presence as if his mere existence could captivate her, making her longing for more.

"Come here. Touch me," The General murmured.

She gulped down. He really knew how to lure a thirsty girl.

"N-no."

The General didn't give up and placed his hand on his alabaster torso. "Let me show you. You can touch me here and all the way here." He traced his finger from his chest to his lap and caressed the big bulge between his thighs. Lucka's eyes absently follow the directions. She gulped again.

Lucka turned her face away. "No. I won't!"

"Then. I'll touch you instead," the General said, looming over her.

Lucka escaped a fearful heave when he bent over her body to the bed. She stayed in all four as he pulled up her skirt and slid her panties down. She felt his slender finger rub against her wet clit and make her let out another moan.

The General pushed one finger inside, and the motion jerked her body up. Her hands grasped the bed sheet tightly when he decided to thrust in another finger shortly after. The pace was slow at first. But it became faster, rougher, and deeper while his thumb mercilessly rubbed her clit with insistent patterns.

He pushed her shoulder down and arched her rear up. With the new unimpeded angle, he thrust in the third finger. A loud painful whine rolled out her mouth as he stretched her. Her breath became capricious, and her toes curled in anticipation. He twirled his knuckles arbitrarily, not wasting a second to torment her. Again and again.

A heated wave started to rise from her feet to her chest. A warm feeling that was ready to indulge her whole body—yet pulled her into a twisted thought of transgression between sin and heaven. An equivocation in translating the language of the body's desires while fighting the disgust of being defiled by someone she loathed. The naming of shame no longer defended her pride and innocent.

In the end, she chose to surrender.

A bloom of electrifying sensation came within a couple tide. Slowly, yet fiercely. Lucka was so close. Her wall clenched tightly around his fingers while her clit pulsated with every thrust—she whimpered when she reached an orgasm.

She collapsed to the bed and stared up from her shoulder at the General. His eyes were full of carnal lust, mirroring hers.

Juxtaposing what she saw, he said, "Should we stop here?" the General caressed her cheek.

Lucka bit her lower lip. Why did he ask to stop? He knew it was not what she wanted at this very moment. Lucka was already defeated. She didn't care anymore, even though he'd violated her in her vulnerable state. She voluntarily justified what he had done in her contorted mind. No logic for tonight, just lechery.

Lucka looked at him with imploring eyes. "N-no. I want more."

"I like it better when you're honest, Lucka," the General smirked. He was successful in seducing her.

Lucka stared at his hand that unbuttoned his pants. Fucking Eros. Her eyes widened in amazement when she found his veiny, thick erect cock was one of massive size. It's not the first time Lucka saw such a hulking cock. Ryuu's also—Well. Accidents sometimes occur when two opposite sex live together.

But the problem was, Lucka had never had sex before. Imagining her vagina would be penetrated with some kind of missile terrified her.

"G-general. It's my first," she honestly said.

The General raised both of his eyebrows. "I'll cast a spell. It won't hurt you."

Lucka stared up at him, then down at his cock. Should she put her trust in him? He didn't entirely force her before, but he could still get what he wanted by enticing her. She didn't even attempt to fight back.

Oh, you bet. "Okay. I'll beat you up if it's hurt," Lucka said.

The General let out a deep rumble of a chuckle. He slid on a condom and rubbed the tip against her entrance.

When he finally inserted his length inside her, Lucka had never felt something as tremendously pleasurable as before. And she knew she had found a more prominent addiction than drugs.


The General was a beast in the literal mean. But wait, Lucka thought it was even an understatement.

"You bastard," she scorned.

"Am I?" he said playfully.

It was already the third time Lucka protested while he tended to heal her body with Restore Materia.

She felt his hand stop hovering on her hip area. Then she found the warmth of it fondling her breast. Lucka gasped and slapped his hand away.

"Greedy asshole. Not again!"

"Why not?" He stared down at her.

"Don't you know how much I have an orgasm?" She grunted, "A lot!"

"A lot," he mimicked.

UGH.

Irritated, Lucka turned around and stayed still on her side. Although the drug-induced sex-like kept her on cloud nine, Lucka had a limit. She was only an ordinary human; she didn't have the stamina of a male SOLDIER like him. She suddenly heard the General's low, brief soft chuckle behind her. He absolutely had a good mood.

After a moment, the sound of shuffled fabric announced his presence was disappeared from their space. He already wore his pajama robe when he stood before the window to unveil the curtain with the remote control.

She secretly observed how the sunshine showered over his features. His proportional face, his tangled silvery hair, how everything was so flawless? He just woke up, for Zeus's sake.

He sat on the bed's edge and trailed a finger over the lingering scar on her skin. His eyes locked into her. "I need to know why you were injured," he said.


Sephiroth waited until she answered the question. When she said nothing, and instead, a drop of tear escaped her eyes, he sensed a thin strike of fluster rushing over him. Sephiroth never fluster over a girl.

He wiped off her tears. How to deal with a crying girl, exactly? A kiss? Another sex? No. It was clearly a lame, unrealistic excuse. The moment he saw her crying last night, something anomalous stirred inside him, an urge that had nothing to do with pity or compassion. As he subsequently reflected on his own emotional detachment, it was a genuine desire for control and dominance. That initial response itself was ominous. And the most deranging part was he chose to act on it.

His way of distracting didn't alleviate the misery after all. It was a time like this he would retrospect his lack of experiencing emotion. Moreover, when it involved other parties.

Lucka spread her arms and pulled him into a bear hug. She buried her face in his neck. Oh, a hug, it seems.

He awkwardly stroked her head, imitating one scene from a romantic comedy movie he watched with Genesis and Angeal. That was Genesis' idea, and he compelled him to do it. And because it was memorable, he remembered the line from it. "If you want to talk about it, I'm all ears," he said.

She groaned, snuggling against his chest. "Ryuu betrayed me."

Ah. A family issue. "Ryuu? How come?"

Lucka mumbled her story from her arrival on Earth until she got all her injuries. Sephiroth might not be emphatic. But he could offer sympathy. Once again, he emulated the scene from the movie. He brushed away hair strands from her face and patted her back. "You have all the right to be mad," he said with the barest tone of vexation. Being betrayed by the only family you trust must be the worst feeling ever.

She huffed, placing the point of her cold nose on his collarbone. "I don't know you can be this affectionate, General."

Affectionate? He even didn't know how it looked. The expression was so peculiar, especially coming from him. Lucka gazed at him, her eyes searching for answers. She had known him as distant and reserved, but something had shifted between them. The silence hung between them, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

Despite his reluctance to verbalize his thoughts, the warmth in his embrace spoke volumes. Sephiroth didn't know if Lucka would feel the sincerity in his touch— the whim to connect with her on a deeper level. It was a fair contradiction, the ambivalence of his newfound attachment against his typically closed-off demeanor.

At that moment, Sephiroth understood their relationship had taken a profound turn. It was no longer her fear and aversion that kept them apart; it was a complex tapestry of emotions that defied easy explanation.

"Thanks for listening," she drawled and let go of him.

Sephiroth shifted, and as he didn't want to lose her warmth, he pulled her in. If listening to her story would make them closer, he didn't want to lose the chance. "Are you feeling better?"

"Um," she nodded. Then pushed Sephiroth slightly. "I need to go to work," she said, walking to the bathroom.

Sephiroth didn't bother to hide his disappointment and follow her.

"Why are you here?" she asked, frowning.

"I need to go to work too," he said, removing his robe. His hand reached for the shower faucet.

"But you have two bathrooms."

"I want to shower here, though," he said, letting the water drench his body.

Lucka looked hesitant, but it only lasted a second before she joined him standing under the shower.

Sephiroth took a handful of shampoo and smeared it on Lucka's head. He massaged it slowly, carefully. He took the soap in his hand as he found she closed her eyes and relaxed under his touch. He rubbed it against her shoulder, down to her chest, and her hip. He watched how the water ran down her marble-white body.

Lucka opened her eyes. She looked down. "Pervert."

It was his first time bathing someone. As he thought it rather amusing, he couldn't hold back being horny. It was just a natural reaction.

"It can't be helped," he said, massaging the soap against her skin, now down to her arse.

She snorted and stared wide at his erect cock. "I'll really take the chance to beat you up if you dare to fuck me again," she said in a sharp, taunting tone. "Just you see."

Ah. What an adorable little threat. Sephiroth's slit eyes constricted into a thin line. The more she resisted him, the more it excited him. He pushed her against the wall, hand on her throat.

"Fuck you!" She gasped in apprehension. Her hand tried to remove his grip.

Sephiroth observed her squirm and struggle. A feeling of thirst crawled deep inside him. A ravenous sensation lacerated apart his soul. And it would only recover when he had her. That was this one thing doing something intimate with Lucka, hypnotic. A stellar feeling he only could feel with her. The bond must be doing some occult artifice. In his experience, he'd never been this obsessed. She drove him cataclysmic. So he didn't wait a second longer to turn her body away, spreading her legs open.

"General! I'll be late!" She said in frustration, eyes pleading.

"I'll talk to your Boss," he said, stroking his shaft between her ass cheeks.

A lovely moan drove her rosy lips apart when he slid inside. He kept her against the wall with his two hands while he worked his way in and out. He shuddered in pleasure as her hot, tight wall engulfed his cock, making him harder and bigger.

"I will fucking hit you," she said with a clenched jaw.

"You can try," Sephiroth said and thrust in deeper. His one hand snared her throat. He pushed it firm enough to unnerve her.

Lucka let out a choked sound. Enraged, she grabbed his hair and jerked it forward. She mumbled a sinister 'motherfucker' under her breath. Though, the antic stimulated him more rather than serving the purpose to aggravated. He pounded in rougher, fiercer, repeatedly. He pressed his lips against her neck, sucked it harshly, and grazed her cold skin with his teeth. One of his hands grabbed her breast and tugged her nipple. A delicious moan left her lips as he felt her body jerk in pleasure. With a less rhythmic motion, he picked up the speed faster once he was about to come.

He pulled out and pumped his length. His eyes followed the seed flowing freely from Lucka's back to her thighs. Sephiroth sighed and placed his chin on her head. The smell of his fragrance shampoo and tangy semen filled his nose.

"Asshole!" Lucka seethed, pushing him away and landing a fist on his face.

Fresh blood ran down from his nose, but the corner of his lips curled up faintly. It was worth it.