Tifa was exhausted.
And it had nothing to do with the bags of groceries and takeout in her hands. Although they were starting to become a pain in her backside and fingers, having lugged them all the way from the plate. Gods, why did she get so much? Anybody looking at her would think she was trying to feed a small family or something. Kind of a shitty move, when you live in the slums and most people struggle day to day for basic needs.
All she wanted to do was get into bed, crawl into Cloud's arms, and maybe have Jessie do that twisty thing with her tongue that she liked so much.
But that wasn't in the cards, because the source of the fighter's problems was the flower girl casually strolling next to her. Pink and bubbly, practically skipping through the slums. Basket clutch in one arm and a few grocery bags in the other. She had the look of a woman without a care in the world. What a contrast between the two!
Aerith was a stubborn one to be sure. Despite all of Tifa's protests, the brown haired girl remained steady that she wanted to meet Cloud. That even if he wasn't some playboy taking advantage of her, his 'threat level' needed to be assessed. What does that even mean? The girl had a silver tongue on her, because every argument that the barmaid could think of got countered and turned back on her. Her mind was still trying to come to terms with what happened on their train ride down .
Telling her it's getting dark and she should go home for the night? It was getting late, and dangerous too! They'd best stick together for safety.
Wouldn't her family be worried for her? Nah, her mom keeps telling her she should get out and spend more time with her friends. They're friends, aren't they?
They shouldn't spring this up on Cloud so last minute! That's the best time to do it! Keep him off balance, and the answers truthful.
"That's me." Tifa said, indicating the two story building. "I'm on the second floor."
As the front of Stargazer Heights came into view, Tifa's mind started to buzz with energy. How was she going to let Cloud know what was going on? Could she pull him to the side to explain? Would he be able to infer what was going on if she gestured hard enough? She wasn't too worried about what Jessie might do. The redhead for some reason, was already under the impression that they were together. She even referred to them as boyfriend and girlfriend. What gave the mechanic that idea, was still a mystery to the brunette.
The bigger question though; Would Cloud be fine with pretending to be her boyfriend?
'He better be.' Tifa thought bitterly. She didn't just spend the last eight days acting as a lighting rod for his addiction just to be told no!
Tifa instantly felt bad for thinking he owed her anything. The barmaid was helping him, not for gratitude, but because it was the right thing to do. It was Cloud. She'd do anything for him! Still, maybe she could convince him to play along? But of course, she didn't want to force him into anything if he gave a negative. She'd be a terrible best friend if she ignored his feelings on the matter and made him do something he didn't want to do. Plus, it wasn't like all the sex was a torturous experience. It was quite possibly the biggest highlight of her life, in the last five years. Almost couldn't get enough, despite how tired she was after it.
It was like every repressed sexual desire Tifa's ever had in the last half-decade was spilling out all at once! It might explain why she didn't feel weird anymore with Jessie getting handsy with her body.
Maybe that wasn't too surprising, at her age.
In Nibelheim Tifa would have been considered something of an old maid, for not having settled down and starting a family yet. Had the village never burned, Cloud and her would have been married as teens, with at least a few kids running around by now. A full house, for sure. At least two little girls and boys each, she figured. A nice even number, so none of them would feel lonely. Something to compensate for their own childhood as only children. A cozy cottage next to Claudia, so the two women could talk everyday and a big garden to feed the family throughout the year. No point in wasting money at the store when you could grow your own. Perhaps a dog or a cat to finish the pretty picture. Maybe both?
It would have been a beautiful marriage.
Not to each other of course! Or that any of her hypothetical children would've had his blue eyes or blonde hair! Besides, the chances of Cloud returning to marry her would have been slim to none. It was the stuff of childhood fantasy to imagine that the blonde Soldier would have returned from the city, just to sweep a country girl off her feet. With the exception of that night up on the water tower, they hardly spoke to each other before he left. They hardly had any contact even after he left. She was a hopeless hometown girl who couldn't even work up the courage to write him a letter. For two years! Plenty of time to forget all about the neighbor girl with the cat, he used to be friends with.
And he didn't exactly make an effort to reach out and contact her.
Irrationally, she almost wanted to hit imaginary Cloud for forgetting about imaginary Tifa.
"Which one's yours?" Aerith asked, starting the barmaid out of her thoughts of what she'd do to fake Cloud, once she got her hands on him. Tifa was surprised to see that they were at the foot of her apartment building. One foot step away from the stairs that led up to her home. As for which one was her's? That was a hard question. The fighter hadn't actually slept in room 201 for a while, only going back to grab clothes and other miscellaneous items. Jessie even moved in some of her furniture from her place at Theater's Point. Still, it felt weird to think the two of them were basically living with her childhood friend.
But Aerith was looking at her expectantly.
"I'm on the second floor. Room 202. It's in the middle." Tifa supplied, coming to a decision. Well, they were here to meet Cloud, might as well bite the bullet. Besides, the flower girl already knew they had some type of domestic living situation. Why hide anything at this point?
They made the trek up the flight of stairs, turning on the banister to get to the middle room. Only to stop as they saw that the lights were on in the room! And there were multiple muffled voices coming through that Tifa could hear. Were Cloud and Jessie already home? Hopefully they weren't doing anything that would require a sock on the door handle. It would not be a great first impression for Aerith to see her 'boyfriend' in a compromising position with another girl.
Should she stall for time, just in case?
They had been standing outside for too long, Aerith looking at her curiously. Fumbling for her keys, Tifa made sure to make as much noise as she could get away with. Even 'accidentally' kicking the door as she dropped her bags on the ground to free her hands. She slowly aimed for the keyhole to buy a few more seconds. Only for the door to suddenly open before her! Standing in the archway was Jessie, thankfully fully clothed sans armor. And behind her, sitting on one of the cushions by the coffee table, was some Wutian girl in a big hat.
"Hey beautiful! Was wondering when you'd make it home. Was worried we'd have to send in the calvary." Jessie said happily, wrapping Tifa in a hug. Was it weird that she got a little 'excited' from the feel on the redhead's body pressed up against hers? By the flowery smell? But sue her! The barmaid went from borderline orgies, to no sex today! Her body was used to being pampered by one of her friends, and after her day, she wanted to be a little needy. "That's a lot of stuff you got! Let's carry in the bags and you can introduce me to your cute friend." she said, eyes flickering to Aerith with a wide smile. "And I'll introduce mine."
She pointed a thumb behind her shoulder at the other guest, who waved to Tifa as the flower girl said hello.
"Much appreciated." Tifa said in gratitude, handing some bags over as her and Aerith walked in. Taking a quick survey at the tiny apartment, she didn't see any signs of her blonde friend in the room. "Where's Cloud?"
"He's with Nayo tonight."
"Nayo? Why would he be….?" Tifa trailed off, confused. What could the two of them possibly be doing together? Maybe something to do with Avalanche? Was her former compatriot trying to poach the mercenary from their splinter cell? Was HQ finally making a move and dropping the proverbial hammer on them, like Barrett had always warned? The barmaid was concerned. At least she was, until she noticed the meaningful look Jessie was giving her. And a very explicit hand motion that only the barmaid could see. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh." The redhead said, with a wicked smile.
How did that happen? Tifa didn't even know Nayo liked guys.
000
Cloud couldn't believe this was happening.
Here he was; in Nayo's apartment, sitting on her bed in just a towel, and waiting for her to finish her shower. How much did his girls want to hear when he saw them in the morning? The merc had never been great at storytelling, always forgetting details here and there. His memory was so shit sometimes. Cloud wondered if he should take notes, or write down a brief summary of events to present to ladies later. He wasn't sure how much detail he needed to give his girlfriends about tonight's activities. Maybe he should get Nayo to grade him on his performance?
"Eyes on the prize, Strife." Cloud said to himself, trying to calm his nerves and hype himself up. "Just do what you always do, and bang her brains out. Once you're in her, you're home free. Worry about your presentation later, and don't ask Nayo stupid questions in bed." He finished, nodding to himself.
Hearing the shower turn off, he straightened from where he was perched on the bed's edge.
And out walked Nayo as bare as the day she was born, drying her hair off with the towel she should have been wearing. It felt like someone had shoved a rock down his throat. Cloud could barely make a sound, didn't think air was getting to his lungs properly. She wasn't as fit as Tifa, he didn't think there was any girl in the world as well-shaped, but damn was she a package! He was right earlier, she was almost as busty as Tifa. But he only knew that comparison because he had been holding her against him all day. Because visually, the slimness of her body made her bust look even bigger. Like an optical illusion that drew the eyes. And the blonde could not stop staring.
Fuck he was hard.
"As flattering as it is, you can do more than look." Nayo said with a big smile and a blush, looking at the bulge as she approached him. She paused for a moment to let her own eyes wonder about his body, then back at the cock whose head was peeking a little. Practically acting as a coat hanger for his towel, now that he was a full mast. She dropped her towel off to the side and straddled him where he sat. Automatically his hand reached up to clutch her waist, as she settled on his lap and brought her own hands to his shoulders. Well not fully, since his dick seemed intent to not even let the brunette's weight push it down completely. His bulb grinding into her core, as his breath got shallower. That thin piece of cloth on his lap being the only thing separating their lower halves body heat.
"A-plus for presentation, now let's see what's all the fuss about." Nayo whispered hotly into his ears. If Cloud's mind wasn't in such a haze, he would almost wonder if she was a mind reader. It could be just coincidental dirty talk. Whatever it was, the Soldier was determined to pass it with flying colors.
"Hope you survive the experience," Cloud said seriously, thinking how often his girlfriends needed a break after a few orgasms. She seemed to think he was boasting, because she laughed prettily at his not-joke. But before he could correct her, she was already moving.
"Puh-leeze, It takes more than a big dick to scare me." Nayo brought her hands down to reposition his length between them, slowly dragging the towel off it to the side. "I've had toys that would make you...WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?
Her eyes bulged at what she saw, which honestly made him a little embarrassed. Cloud couldn't quite get over that teenager shyness of popping a boner in front of a girl. Thankfully, he managed to stop his hands from covering himself up, as she shook her stupor off. Turning slightly to the side, so she could keep him in view, as if any sudden move and it would bite her. She opened her nightstand and brought out a bottle of lube. Whoa, she was prepared. Her attention never wavered from his lap as she squeezed a few drops onto her palms. Eyes were still glued to his cock, she slowly stroked him up and down, both hands working. From the tip to the base, till his skin was shining from the light of the window.
"How do you walk with this thing?" Nayo panted from the effort, trying to find her rhythm.
"Well, it's not always like this." He defended himself, mesmerized by the bouncing of her breasts. He reached under her moving arms to get a handful and give them a squeeze, loving the softness. He would never tell Jessie, still appreciative of her chest size and its perkiness, but Cloud did like them big. Although from how often she would play with Tifa's, she'd probably agree. Unable to help himself, he leaned his head over her elbows to catch a nipple in his mouth to suck. It was an awkward positioning, but he could have them staring at him and not do something about it!
"You like that?" Nayo whispered happily, somehow confident in her uneven rubbing. It certainly felt good, hard not to with her soft hand working him over. But by now, Cloud has gotten better. She was in the top three at best. Unaware of his inner dialogue, she continued her dirty talk. "You used this thing to bludgeon my friends into your little sex pets, and now you think you're gonna do the same to me?"
It was a weirdly clumsy handjob. She kept alternating speed and grip strength at random intervals, almost like she was changing her mind mid stroke. If he didn't know any better, he'd hazard that she was inexperienced. But she was a city girl, so that couldn't be possible. Thoug, Nayo did say she hadn't dated in a while, and her last relationship was with a girl. So maybe she was just out of practice with guys?
Still the visual of her jerking him off was heavenly.
Cloud grunted a little in annoyance when she only focused on the top half for a minute, pointedly ignoring the bulb. Nayo shot him a teasing smile, before going back to normal. They went on like this for a few more moments. Eventually, she let go and sandwiched him back between their bodies, placing her hands back on his shoulders.
"Time to put in some work, mister." She breathed, as she adjusted her hips on his.
Slowly, their hips began moving against each other, steadily gyrating to get more pressure. They stared into each other's eyes, letting their heavy and warm breath mingle in the space between them for a moment. Then Nayo took her hands off her shoulder, and fully wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted her head down and she closed the distance, kissing him. Her body flushed against him, nipples rubbing into his chest, the liplock turned heated fast.
As tongues wrestled for dominance up top, his hands repositioned to her backside. Hands rubbing and squeezing the muscle. He was impressed by what he felt. Despite not being a fighter, she must work out. Though, what she was doing up top, got his attention. Somewhere in the back of Cloud's mind, he thought the way she and Jessie kissed was remarkably similar. Maybe Nayo was one of the redhead's 'special friends' from before? It had been weirdly emasculating, yet incredibly sexy to know that his girlfriend had been with more women than him.
Although, having more than two bodies to your name wasn't exactly a high hurdle to surpass.
But this gave him an idea. Still, cognizant of his handful, he gave the round globes another firm squeeze as he treated her to one of the redhead's kissing tricks. It got an immediate reaction from the bookworm. A brief gasp escaped from her, brown eyes giving him an incredulous look, almost in shock before she recovered. He gave her a cocky grin, the one Tifa said made her want to hit him before she kissed him. Something about agitating his girls in bed always made the want to fuck harder.
He was curious if it'd have the same effect on this brunette too.
And from the look in Nayo's eyes, it worked like a charm. She shot him a sharp, hungry smile in turn before shoving her tongue back down his throat, teeth clashing. Almost bruising him with her ferocity. Her body, bouncing even harder on his lap, repositioning her feet to get better leverage. His length, traveling the full distance from her lower lips to her navel, leaving a slick trail in its wake. Each drop, threatening to finally break past that final barrier. The towel, having fallen by the wayside, long ago.
And it wasn't enough.
Growling a little, he placed his arms around her waist. With a quick twist, Cloud half-rolled half-tossed Nayo further onto her bed. For a split second during his throw, he thought he might have gone too far. Until he heard her delighted squeal as she landed on the comforter, followed by a giggle. He shouldn't have been worried. Honestly, the merc should have expected it. His girlfriends always did like him showing off his strength in bed. Whether it was picking them up suddenly, to push them against a wall or pressing his body deeper onto them and holding their ankles high. They tended to moaned louder and thrusted back harder when he did.
"I guess Jessie was right, boys can be fun too." She huffed out, in between giggles.
From the wide smile on Nayo's face, and the way she was spreading her legs, she was ready to give as good as she got.
Playing with her breasts and giving the nubs a twist, Cloud was ready to give it to her too. But not yet. If there was one lesson the blonde took away from his recent sexual exploits, it was that a little more foreplay did a lot to ease a girl into sex. At least, at the start. Always need a bit more lube to keep things fun. Then he'd be free to get to the good stuff, without any concern. Once things got going, there was a little too much body fluid flying around. They had already run buck-wild through Tifa's spare linen, till it got unmanageable and they were forced to wash them. He didn't even want to think about how much money he had already spent on dry cleaning them.
"Well, don't keep me waiting." Nayo said, arching her hips to get him to hurry up.
"We go when I want to. At my pace." Cloud shot back, confident that he could keep her wanting and waiting just a little longer.
"Is that the legendary male ego I've always heard about?" She playfully, but eyes curious at what he was trying to accomplish.
He was proud to realize that all that forearm to dick measuring, was an indication that they were impressed by his size. That he was definitely on the far end of the spectrum from what they've experienced. It made more sense why Jessie usually had them start with a blowjob for him, or one of them getting eaten out. The redhead said it was for practicality, to ease themselves into the best parts. A little prep work, so everyone could fuck harder. Cloud had felt a little guilty for not doing the same for Tifa on their first night, remembering how she was limping the next morning.
And he was determined not to make the same mistake with the girl in front of him.
With that in mind, Cloud gave Nayo a smirk as he slid his body lower. Grabbing her thighs in his hands, he spread them as far as he thought she could take it, then a bit further. Face to face with his prize, looked up one last time to gauge her reaction. Her face was flushed, eyes begging, and mouth slightly open in hunger. Her fingers were twitching by her side and hips spasming a little, as if telling him to hurry up or she'd take matters into her own hands.
"Don't be a tease." Nayo said harshly, in her frustration. She lost the battle of wills with her hands, because she was threading her fingers through his hair, tugging at the locks. Trying to force his face further between her legs.
Giving her another grin, he stuck out his tongue and gave her slow tortuous lick.
000
"Wait, you two know each other?" Jessie asked in surprise.
"Sorta." Aerith said, eyeing Kyrie, as the ladies got comfortable in the room. "We technically grew up near each other, being from Sector 5."
Eight goddamn sectors under the plate, and she had to meet someone she knew! Even worse, someone that knew her and her reputation! What were the chances? And of course, it had to be the weird girl who talked to the voices in her head. Tonight was going so well too! Kyrie had a multilayered plan in the works, and was positioned in the perfect spot to achieve every single goal. She had to think fast or the whole thing was going to blow up in her face! And judging by the scars on Tifa's knuckles, it might not just end with her getting thrown out on her rear.
"Yeah! Used to play at that church when we were kids." Kyrie supplied, trying to hide her panic. Keeping a smile on her face, but screaming in her mind. She had to play for time! What could she use to fix this? Her and Aerith haven't actually talked in a while, and she hadn't done anything outwardly criminal in just as long. Little scams here and there don't count. Maybe Gainsborough could get suckered in by the reformed juvenile act too? "It's been so long, Aerith! How've you been?"
There, a little human kindness for the loser. Hopefully it'll throw her off balance for a bit.
"I've been good." Aerith said slowly, blinking at her with a guarded look. "Just selling flowers on the plate when I can. How's your news company? I've heard you've been getting quite a crowd."
"Not so great." Kyrie said sadly, angling for some sympathy. The thief had to hit home how helpless her situation was, so the flower girl wouldn't ask too many questions. Nobody wanted to pry into emotional baggage, after all. And hopefully take everything she said at face value. The two of them weren't close, but Aerith knew a little too much personal information about her. She might unintentionally start poking holes in Kyrie's cover story. Gods forbid the girl goes home and somehow gets the tomboys's grandma involved. "It was great for a few weeks, but it kind of crashed and burned this morning. Back to the drawing board for me I guess."
Kyrie was actually working on said plan right now. Although, looking at how pretty the other girls were, it might be harder than she thought. Not impossible, since she was still the prettiest, but harder than she wanted. Seducing Cloud was going to be difficult with these sluts around. Lucky, for some reason they let him sleep around. Encourage it even!
"Oh! Was that what that was earlier?" Jessie asked surprised, seemingly having connected the dots. She handled everyone a cup of… alcohol? Where did the redhead get that from? On a cursory glance around the tiny room, she didn't see any potential hiding spots. "I know you said your news business went bust, but didn't know I was there to witness it."
"Yeah, I may have been trying to be a little too sensational with my facts." Kyrie embellished, making up a fake reason to explain what happened. Let them think she was just bad at telling the news, it'd stop them from digging too deep for the truth. "And well, I mighta fibbed a little here and there. Just to spice things up."
"Kind of sounds like you deserved it." Tifa said from the tiny kitchen, separating a small late night snack for everyone. She came back to the group and handed each girl a share. She sent an apologetic smile Kyrie's way. "Not to throw stones, but you had to know someone was going to fact-check you."
Kyrie just shrugged her shoulders. Though secretly she was glad that the topic of her and Aerith acquaintance was forgotten.
"What are you going to do for work now?" Aerith asked, taking a bite into her left-over. "I'd offer you a job selling flowers, but well, it's not really a two person kind of job."
Yeah, no.
The tomboy heard about Aerith's flower selling gig before. One gil, for one flower. It was a terrible business practice, the mage should at least sell them for five gil a piece! The thief would be as old as her grandma Mireille, by the time any profit was made. As much as she loved her grandmother, Kyrie did not want to be hanging around the slums scrounging for chump change, when she was old and gray.
It was worse than her guardian's gig, being a vigilante to help the slum people. And she wanted the delinquent to follow in her footsteps! Talk about terrible life choices. Especially since Kyrie didn't get to have a say in it. The thought of having money, and then just giving it away, made her shiver. The word charity was not in this girl's vocabulary.
"How about your bar Tifa?" Jessie asked, polishing off her first cup of liquor and going for a second. "You're the only one with a steady job in our group. I'd offer something, but I kind of burned bridges with my theater. And you don't exactly need a lot of help to brainstorm inventions."
Inventions? Was the redhead secretly rich? She would need to investigate that.
"Usually I would, but I already got too many on-calls." The busty brunette said regretfully. Kyrie could help but let her gaze linger on the older girl's chest when she spoke. Those things were huge! They couldn't have been real. And if they were, then life wasn't fair. "I already got Johnny and the others hanging outside the bar. All ready to pick up hours during the lunch rush and happy hour. Any more bodies and I'll be losing money." Turning to the former delinquent, she said. "But if you don't mind hoofing it around the slums, I might have something for you."
"What did you have in mind?" Kyrie asked cautiously, already not liking the sound of this job.
The tomboy wanted a lot of money, but not necessarily to work hard for it. Already she was thinking up a plausible excuse to say no to the offer without offending anyone. She didn't want to ruin this connection after all. The scammer still had plan A to rob them or the new plan B, seduce Cloud and make him into her sugar daddy. Judging by the size of the apartment, he wasn't keeping his money here. And considering the merc was in another girl's bed right now, she wasn't going to accomplish the seduction part tonight.
"My….boyfriend, Cloud has been getting pretty famous for his mercenary work." Tifa began, instantly catching Kyrie's interest. "And while he's been out working, I've been fielding all the requests for him to do jobs. But it's starting to become overwhelming keeping up with demand! Maybe you can be our assistant?"
Oh ho! Something to get her close to daddy-deep pockets? She'd have that boy eating out of her hands by the end of the week. And spending his money the next.
"I'd love to." Kyrie said politely, trying not to let her eagerness show.
000
Nayo was a mess.
Legs spread-eagle, arms limp by her side, chest heaving, and a thousand-yard stare aimed at the ceiling. The bed was practically soaked through with her sweat. Cloud felt bad for teasing her like this. He had gotten a little too into eating her out, and didn't take her seriously when she said she needed a break. Tifa would sometimes say that, only to drag his head back down between her legs if he even thought about trying to move away.
Not that he minded. For some reason, the girl just kept tasting better the longer he went at it. What went from a tangy flavor in the beginning, that honestly he could've done without, to it now tasting like his favorite soup as a kid. It was like his brain had gotten rewired to like it. Could've kept at it all day.
Well, if not for the cracking in his jaw.
But he should've known better, you can't treat all girls the same way. Even Tifa and Jessie had subtle differences on how they liked to be handled in bed. And not so subtle, think about the first time the redhead asked him to choke her. She liked passing out sometimes, apparently.
Cloud was already turning from the debauched sight in front thinking about heading towards the kitchen and bathroom. A dry towel to wipe her down so she wouldn't get cold and a glass of water for the both of them to rehydrate. They had all night, no need to rush things. But before he could slide off the bed, he felt a strong grip holding his wrist. He looked back in surprise, to see a very lucid Nayo glaring at him.
"Where are you going?" She said, tugging at his arm ineffectually. Trying to drag him back to bed. "No running away after that!"
"Wasn't running. Was just gonna get us some water." Cloud explained, not mentioning that he wanted to clean her up a bit. He twisted back to look at her fully, getting another eye full of her body. But the merc didn't think that pointing out her disheveled state was going to do him any favors. She already seemed a little frustrated with him. Really should've stopped when she said to.
"As funny as it is to watch you walk around with this thing." Nayo said, moving her hand to his length. Giving it a slight tug in her direction. It was still standing proud and angry. "And try to not knock over my stuff over with it, I'm ready to fuck. Get over here."
Cloud had to blink for a moment, she really didn't mince her words.
"Yes, ma'am."
Climbing back on the mattress, Cloud settled himself back between in her arms, Quickly shoving a messy pillow under her backside he aligned their hips, cock head pushing on the petals of her core. He felt hands wrap around the back of his neck. Looking up, the merc saw her biting her bottom lip in anticipation. The excitement. It was adorable to look at, on her pretty face. It kind of made him want to bully her a bit more. But maybe next time. If he waited any longer she might just knock him out, and take him when he was unconscious.
Taking a breath, Cloud pushed.
"Fuck!" She gasped.
'Fuck!' he thought, as her nails dragged down his back. Why did women have to have such sharp nails? They were like goddamn razor blades on his poor skin. Cloud was superhuman, not bulletproof! Still, he pushed through the pain. Coaxing inch after inch into her vice, till he had bottomed out in Nayo. And it felt amazing. Warm, wet, and borderline painful from how tight she felt around him. Her inner muscles fighting his intrusion. Almost as if these body parts weren't meant to fit together.
It was like a magic trick, Jessie liked to joke.
Nayo felt different, just like how Tifa and Jessie felt unique from each other. By and large they were all wet, warm, and so fucking tight. But there were subtle differences; the ridges, the curves, even how deep they could take him before the passage narrowed. More importantly, the location of their sweet spots. And surprisingly Cloud thinks he might have found one of them on his first couple of thrusts, because the girl beneath him was already spasming..
Her nails were definitely going to leave a mark.
Watching as Nayo rolled her head side to side panting, trying to recover herself. He gave her a minute. Cloud resumed moving his hips at a frantic pace. Her body stiffened at the sudden attack, before she tightened her arms and snapped her legs around him, pulling him down fully on top. Her eyes were closed, teeth clenching as their body rocked. The sound of their collision was almost deafening in the room. And there it was again, that instinct to mess with her. Maybe it was because she wore glasses? Something primordial that made him want to pick on the nerd? Which didn't make any sense, since he was the nerd and loser back in Nibelheim.
As a kid.
And during basic training.
And when Cloud was an infantryman for Shinra.
The merc almost stopped his movements at that thought. Oh yeah. He had spent time in the regular army before getting promoted. The merc had been in the infantry before he became a Soldier. But when did he become a Soldier? Sometime before he went home to Nibelheim, at least. Right? Still, not the time to chase that line of thought. He leaned his full weight on the bookworm. Changing his thrusts into something slower, but deeper. Making sure he rubbed all the sensitive spots he could find. Dragging every inch of himself along her walls.
Cloud was enjoying all the different expressions that Nayo could make. As he gave her pecks all over her sweaty face, her frustration at getting so easily handled was bleeding through. The blonde thought he thought he could get used to the sight of this.
At least till she bit his shoulder. And then Cloud saw red.
000
"I can't believe you beat up a doctor." Aerith said in awe, taking another gulp out of her cup.
"Our girl had to, she was scamming Tifa!" Jessie defended, slurring her words a bit. She looked at her cup in surprise. Just how many of these did she have? It was her mistake for trying to keep up with Tifa. Well, it's not like she's anywhere dangerous. The worst that could happen if she passed out in this room, was waking up to Cloud or Tifa between her legs. And the red head would have wanted that, even when she wasn't drunk. "You should've seen the bill! Almost a hundred smackeroos for one stinkin surgery. That doctor's lucky I wasn't there, or I would've left some permanent damage!"
"It's true, Aerith." Tifa jumped in, knocking back her own drink and refilling it. Jessie could only stare in envy. Sure the dark haired brunette was a bartender, alcohol tolerance came with the job, but it was like she had a peg leg! "We found out later that her son was in major debt due to gambling. So, she began overcharging all her patients to cover for him. If our friend Barrett hadn't warned me about the son stealing my payments, I would have been paying hospital bills for years."
Aerith nodded along, face serious as she took another gulp.
"Wait, this isn't Dr. Oranye is it?" Kyrie asked curiously, from her slumped spot on the floor. Eyes staring up at them unsteadily. It almost caused all the girls to giggle at her predicament. Seeing Tifa nod in confirmation, the tomboy continued. "Your luck you got out when you did, her son Rakesh is a real piece of work. He gave honest thieves a bad name! Uh….not that I know any real thieves."
Jessie watched as Aerith gave the younger girl a look. There was definitely a story there. Maybe it was related to all the sex stories Kyrie was telling her audience earlier? Or the other not-so-secret stuff the teenager thought she was hiding from the redhead?
"That guy got into so much debt with the crime bosses in Sector 8, his mom basically had to sell her practice to them. All so they wouldn't drag her son through the street!" Kyrie finished with a hand flourish in the air. It didn't quite have the effect she'd probably imagined it did, looking more like she was trying to swat an annoying butterfly mid-flight. "Last I heard, the two of them hightailed it out of Midgar, one step ahead of the gangsters' knives! Rumors say they set up shop in Mideel under assumed names."
"I feel bad for the doctor." Tifa added quietly, both hands clasping her drink. "She was just trying to be a good mom to her son and got her livelihood ruined as a result."
"I don't feel bad." Jessie said stubbornly. It was true, Oranye should have knocked some sense into her kid's head before it got that far. "She was helping her son at the cost of destroying other people's lives! Imagine how many people barely scraped by because of her actions. As Marle would say, first rule for life under the plate, 'You take care of each other.' Once you break rule one, you shouldn't be surprised when shit arrives at your doorstep."
"It can't all be an eye for an eye Jessie!" Tifa argued, not backing down. "Someone has to be the bigger man. Willing to make that first step."
"Yeah?! And you gonna forgive Shinra?"
"Lower your voice! And you know that's different."
Before they could get into it even further, a loud clap cut through the building tension. It startled both girls, causing them to look away in embarrassment. It was an old argument, one that never really got resolved in all the years they knew each other. She wouldn't say it but the redhead knew Tifa never quite forgave her for suggesting to the group that they blow up the reactors. Still, Jessie didn't mean to pick at old scabs, especially around guests.
The mechanic tentatively reached out to apologetically squeeze Tifa's hand, who thankfully reciprocated.
"Alright you two, people are drunk and things are getting heavy." Aerith scolded the girls, giving each of them a stern look. "Let's not say anything we're going to regret in the morning. We're all friends, we don't need all this negativity tonight."
"I agree." Kyrie piped in, raising one finger in support of the flower girl, even as she laid on the floor looking half-alive.
"So let's talk about fun things!" Aerith said with a bright smile, taking the bottle and refilling everyone's cup. Even the tomboy's who was slowly rubbing her stomach and looking nauseous. What a lightweight, Jessie thought with a grin. "Like when did everyone have their first kiss!" she giggled.
Oooh, this was going to be interesting.
000
Cloud was relentless in his thrusting. If Nayo wanted to play rough, he'd give her rough!
He was behind her pounding away into her raised ass, giving her a few hard smacks with his right hand. But made sure to keep clutching hard at her hips. So she wouldn't be thrown off the bed from the force being sent into her body. Her face was buried in the pillow, a death grip on it. She was giving a silent scream into it's depths as she held on for dear life. The noise eaten by the fabric. The blonde thought she may have cummed already, but it didn't matter! He wasn't going to let her rest till he had his fill, balls drained of everything it had to offer. Setting a pace he'd usually only reserved only for Jessie when she was being a brat, Cloud should've figured this was how it was going to go. These city girls were all peas in a pod!
Cloud gave her another smack on the other cheek.
Stopping for a brief moment to lift one of her legs up on his shoulder, he resumed his ramming. This new angle was good, it was getting him closer. And it was doing wonders for her too, the noise in the pillow growing. As Nayo sprayed herself again, Cloud was close to hitting his peak.
He dropped her leg in order to press his full body weight down on her back, forcing Nayo flat as he continued slamming into her prone form. Trying to push more of his cock deeper into her plundered depth. The tension in him building higher and higher, till he peaked and flooded her. The dam burst with a torrent into the twitching girl below him. Letting every ounce of cum he could muster paint her insides in his color.
Cloud would mark this troublemaker and reshape her very being, if it was the last thing he ever did!
After a few moments of grinding himself as deep as he could go, lightly pumping the whole way to drain every drop, he finally pulled back with a pop. His seed instantly rushed back out, staining the bed. Cloud blinked a few seconds at the scene before him. At Nayo's ransacked behind, splayed legs stretched out wide, limp upper body slick with sweat. Her ass was a terrible mix of their juices, the apex of her thighs dripping still. His cock twitched at the sight, wanting to take her for another ride.
And why not? Cloud wasn't anywhere near done. Moving his body into position to make good on that thought, the blonde stopped when he heard a sob. The bookworm's face was still buried into her pillow, heaving her ragged breath into the cotton.
Was she crying?
The sounds hit him like a cold shower.
Cloud felt uncertain now that his lust haze had died down a bit. He was still hard but more clear headed since she bit him. Remorse starting to clench in his gut. The merch had been too rough, too uncaring. Of course, she wouldn't like it that hard. He couldn't imagine that most girls would. Jessie asked for it, even sometimes deserved it. Nayo didn't. Even Tifa only occasionally liked it when he let loose, other times preferring something more gentle and sweet. Cautiously he leaned over to her left, hand hovering where her face was buried at the top of the bed. Swallowing hard, he dropped his hand a little and gently nudged her shoulder, trying to figure out how he could make this right.
"Are you ok?"
Gradually her sobs petered out, her breath evening, and slowly she turned her face in his direction. Cheeks blotchy from her distress, skin shining with wetness, hair a tangled wreckage. She was a poor girl who just got ravaged by a beast. Taken with no care for her wants. Cloud would've thought she was ready to call public security on him, if not for that look she sent him. She stared at him long and hard, unwavering. Nayo's eyes were still wet from the tears, but the look behind them was fierce. Predatory. Her trembling lips morphed, splitting into another sharp smile, teeth on display. Just like the one from earlier.
"Is that the best you got?"
(Oh, she's a keeper.)