Up on the sun-baked concrete of the hotel roof was the metallic tang of envy. Through the high-powered scope, Jinx's world narrowed to a perfect, hateful circle.
"There you are…!"
Jinx munched on an apple.
You were making out with Aerith on one side while on the other side, your hands were all over Tifa. All that bounce and jiggle, that sickeningly perfect rack you were currently kneading like dough. Jinx's lip curled into a snarl. "Ugh, look at 'em. Boing, boing, boing," she muttered to the empty rooftop, her voice a low, gritty thing. "Like a pair of fucking water balloons. Bet they're all soft and squishy. Disgusting."
She panned the scope down, and a sharp, electric jolt of pure want shot through her. Your cock, a thick, hard thing gripped in Tifa's possessive hand as she and Aerith led you toward the hotel entrance.
That.
That was what she wanted. Not the balloons. That perfect, fucking dick.
A hot, throbbing ache bloomed between her own legs, a direct response to you. Jinx let the rifle clatter to the rooftop. She didn't need the scope anymore. The image was burned onto the backs of her eyelids.
You were getting dragged away by your cock. By the two hotties of Final Fantasy.
"Come on, come onnn! My turn next," Jinx whispered, breathy and unhinged. "Come on, come on..." She shoved her tiny denim shorts down her thighs, kicking them off with a frustrated grunt. The warm breeze kissed her bare skin, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough except what you could give her.
Jinx slumped against the warm parapet wall, her back scraping against the rough concrete. Her fingers, usually so deft with triggers and wires, dove between her legs without preamble. "Fuck." She was already soaked. A hot, slick mess just from watching you.
A wet sound escaped her lips as two fingers plunged into her own tight heat. Her head thumped back against the wall, her vibrant blue pigtails splaying out. Her eyes screwed shut, but all she could see was you. You fucking Tifa. You fucking Powergirl. You fucking all of them.
"That's my dick," she moaned to the empty sky, her hips beginning a frantic rhythm against her own hand. "You're fucking my dick with their… their big, stupid… ugh!" Her other hand roughly grabbed at her own small breast, pinching and twisting the nipple through her crop top. It was a pathetic substitute, a nowhere-near-good-enough imitation of what Tifa had, but the sharp pain felt good. It fed the fire.
Her fingers worked faster, a desperate squick-squick-squilch noise echoing her mounting frenzy. She imagined it was you. Not your fingers—your fucking cock. That beautiful, thick length stretching her wide, filling her up in a way her own fingers never could.
"Mmmnpfh… gonna… gonna fuck me so good…" Jinx babbled, her words slurring together. "Gonna make me scream, not them. You're gonna spill that hot fucking load all over my stomach… no, inside… fuck, I want it inside…"
Jinx added a third finger, the stretch a delicious, burning agony. Yes. Like that. Just a taste of what you'd feel like. Her back arched off the wall, every muscle in her slight frame drawn taut as a bowstring. The coiled, electric tension in her cunt was building to a breaking point, a bomb she was desperately trying to detonate.
The filthy, wet sounds of her own fingering were the only music she needed. She was a mess. A beautiful, chaotic, fucking dripping mess for you. Her breath came in ragged, hitched gasps. "Come on… come on… for me… just for me…"
She was so close, teetering on the very edge. The world had shrunk to herself and her memories. Down below, the hotel door swished shut. You were gone. Inside. With them.
The thought was the final trigger.
A broken, guttural cry was ripped from her throat as her orgasm slammed into her. A chain reaction of pleasure that shocked through her, making her toes curl and her vision whiten. Her body seized, shuddering uncontrollably against the rough wall as her cunt clenched and fluttered around her thrusting fingers. "Fuuuuck! Yesss, fuck!"
The blue-haired Jinx rode it out, panting, sweat beading on her forehead. The intense pulses slowly, reluctantly, began to subside, leaving her boneless and trembling.
She slumped forward, breathing heavily, her fingers slowly, slickly, pulling out with a final, wet shlllck.
Jinx looked down at the empty entranceway, a slow, lazy grin spreading across her face. The envy was still there, a smoldering ember, but it was now buried under a thick layer of sated, possessive bliss.
"Mmm… that's it," Jinx purred, licking her wet fingers clean with a slurp. "Get it nice and hard for me again, hero." She giggled, the sound echoing with manic promise across the rooftop. "I'll be down soon. And then that fucking gorgeous cock is mine."
Right as she was about to stand up and run into the hotel after you, a sudden, impossible heat cut through the humid air. It was strange and Jinx went stiff. This wasn't the tropical air. This was vaguely of temperature but more importantly of pure, focused mental presence. It was a crisp, clean sheet laid over the chaotic mess of her thoughts. Jinx's head snapped to the side.
A woman stood there, as if she'd always been part of the scenery. Fiery red hair framed a face of serene, unmovable authority. She was dressed in nothing. Completely nude.
"Calm down, Jinx."
Jinx scowled and stretched her arms up with a jittery energy. "Jean. Fucking. Grey. Ugh. Buzzkill much? I was having a really good time here."
The host of the Phoenix Force smiled patiently, like a teacher addressing a particularly volatile student. "I know. But you know the rules. You can't just rush him. It doesn't work that way."
"Says who?" Jinx shot back, jabbing a finger in your distant direction. "He's right there! I could be down there in thirty seconds, tops. A minute if I wanna do a cool flip off this roof. Glrk." She made a crude, sucking noise. "And then I'd be on my knees, and he'd be in my throat. Simple."
"It's not simple," Jean said, and suddenly, her voice became a telepathic hum that vibrated in Jinx's very bones. "The Great One… his choices supersede all. His desire is the ultimate permission. But the rest of us… we have feelings. We have wants. A… system… is required. Or it would be pure chaos."
"I know, I know! The fucking council!"
"Yes, the council. To ensure fairness." Jean's gaze turned inward for a moment. "Myself, the Scarlet Witch, Death, Athena, Emma, Psylocke, Raven, Galadriel, Ciri…do you think us unfair?"
"A little," Jinx grumbled.
"We oversee the process. Every twenty minutes, a lottery is held. Three names are drawn. The winners receive a telepathic 'go-ahead.' A permission slip to approach him, to make their interest known. If he's receptive."
Jinx groaned. "Can't believe we're treating his fucking dick like a raffle prize at a church bingo night?" A giggle, sharp and unhinged, escaped her lips. "Fucking great!"
"It is the only way," Jean insisted. "Without it, can you imagine the chaos? The fights?"
"Tsunade and Rangiku fighting? I'd pay for that." Jinx kicked a pebble off the roof, watching it vanish toward the ground. "Still, it sucks. I just sit here with my… myself… and wait for my number to be called? For months? Years?" The thought was physically painful.
"Your time will come," Jean reassured her, her tone softening. "He's not leaving. This resort is his sanctuary, and we are its grateful devotees. You will have your moment, Jinx. I promise."
There was a long pause. The sounds of the resort—distant laughter, the gentle crash of waves—filled the space between them. Jinx's jealousy toward Tifa and Aerith began to morph into a different, more specific kind of craving.
Her eyes, wide and luminous, turned back to Jean. "Hey. Jean. You're psychic, right? Super-duper, read-all-the-thoughts powerful."
"I am," Jean replied, a note of caution in her voice.
A slow, wicked grin spread across Jinx's face. "So… you've seen it up close, right?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "His balls. Tell me. What are they like?"
Jean blinked, her composure cracking for a fraction of a second. A blush coloured her porcelain cheeks. She looked away, toward the hotel you had just entered. "Jinx, really, that's…"
"C'mon!" Jinx pleaded, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I gotta know! I've seen the main event, obviously. That gorgeous, throbbing… gods, it's perfect. But the boys downstairs! The supporting cast! Are they… heavy? Do they slap against something when he's really going at it? Like, a clap-clap-clap sound? Or is it more of a thump-thump-thump?" She was practically vibrating with illicit curiosity.
Jean let out a sigh that was half exasperation, half genuine amusement. She finally looked back at Jinx, her expression unreadable. "They're… substantial," she said, the word feeling utterly inadequate and incredibly dirty all at once. "A truly…generous handful. And when he's deep inside, and his hips are driving forward, they tighten up, and… yes. There's a… a percussive quality to it to his seed."
Jinx's mouth fell open. Her imagination ignited, painting a vivid, obscene picture. The weight of them in her palm. The musky, masculine scent. The way they'd draw up just before he—
"Oh, fuck me," Jinx breathed, her earlier solo activities feeling utterly pathetic in comparison to the fantasy now unfolding in her head. "I wanna feel that. I wanna cup them and feel them get all tight and full while I'm sucking his fucking cock. I wanna hear them slap against my ass when he takes me from behind."
"You need to be patient," Jean said, though her own voice had taken on a slightly breathier quality.
"Patient is bo-ring!" Jinx whined, pulling at the ends of her blue pigtails in frustration. She peered over the ledge again. You were in god-knows-which-room! Her hotel. Her chance, for now, vanished. But the image was seared into her mind: you, your cock, and the heavy, sac of potency she now desperately craved to worship.
"Uggh, I wish I could rig the lottery somehow…"
"Me too," Jean said in a mutter. "Me too."
***
So when it came to the resort of heavenly women from various fictional verses, the island that it took place on was massive. There was the sandy beach where you spawned and the mixed-zoning known as Main Street. Your hotel was located within Main Street. Up north was the carnival and near the carnival was another, different hotel. This was where Tifa and Aerith were staying.
The island was huge and the lust of the women was perhaps equally proportional. There was something for everyone. You couldn't fathom to guess the population. Thousands? Maybe tens of thousands?
It didn't matter. You were entering a hotel room with two of the hottest women from Final Fantasy kissing you.
Your lips found theirs in a hungry, alternating rhythm, the sweet taste of Aerith's gloss mixing with the faint hint of wine on Tifa's tongue. "Mmmph!"
Your back hit the plush hotel bed. You were underneath a tangle of eager limbs. Aerith's soft, floral scent enveloped you from one side while Tifa's clean, soapy aroma teased from the other. You were still thrumming from your first release in the cafe. They coaxed a load from you.
The hotel room itself was, you vaguely recognized, red and bright. Not massive but very much in excellent shape and luxury for this fantasy threesome.
Aerith's delicate, sure fingers traced the line of your jaw as she broke the kiss, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "Always so hard, aren't you?" she murmured, referring to the erection sandwiched between her and Tifa's legs. You were underneath, you were being pleased and praised all at once.
Tifa just smiled, a bold flash of confidence in her crimson eyes. While Aerith peppered a cute kiss to your cheek, she crawled. Tifa then dipped her head and took your hardening length into her warm, wet mouth. Your hips twitched. But it was Aerith who guided you, her hand on the back of Tifa's head, not pushing, but suggesting. "Easy, Tifa. Let's make it last."
They really were the ultimate duo. Tifa's mouth, hot and eager, worked the length of you. Every fucking inch, having a slow descent and rise from her lips. Not to mention with a building intensity, becoming faster and faster.
Aerith was looking at you and before you knew it…
"Good boy~!"
You were on her lap. Aerith lowered her lips and kissed you upside-down. It was—
"Ngggh~!"
Tifa's tongue was suddenly like an artist's brush, painting lines of fire along your shaft, tracing every vein, and lavishing attention on the sensitive head. Then she went back down. "Mmmph!" Then she pulled back to breathe and did the licking all over again. She wasn't as skilled as Aerith was in painting lines but god, you weren't complaining. You looked down, the sight itself nearly enough to push you over the edge: the martial artist, focused and intense—
"Pay attention to me too. I know I'm not sucking your dick but…"
She kissed you again. The flower girl, playful and devious. Both of these women in a perfect, coordinated rhythm.
You could feel the pressure coiling deep in your balls, a tight, hot spring ready to burst. Your fingers tangled in Aerith's soft, brown hair and you broke the kiss. "Aerith, gonna—!" Fuck, too late. Your balls bloated and the climax ripped through you.
Tifa understood instantly. She pulled away and looked up, her redder lips parting in anticipation just as the first powerful pulse hit. A thick, pearlescent streak landed across the busty martial artist's cheek. Another followed, splashing across her lips and chin. Her red eyes fluttered closed, not in disgust, but in bliss, a soft sigh escaping her as she felt the warm proof of your pleasure mark her skin. You came and came, painting Tifa's beautiful face with an astonishing, heavy load.
Aerith just giggled. "Oh my, what an impressive load~!"
While Tifa was still catching her breath, mesmerized and glossy-faced, you rose up. You pulled on her top and pulled it off. You felt the initial surprise in her tense shoulders, then the gradual melt as she yielded and allowed you gently push her down onto her back.
Tifa looked up at you, that confident spark still in her eyes, a fighter ready for the match. She slipped off her bottoms. Her toned legs were already prepared to wrap around your waist, though did not do so quite yet. She was waiting for your cock to go inside.
You slapped your cock on her abs pussy first and abs second. Then you judged her big boobs. The pillows of comfort were begging for a hug and to be suckled. But first….
Schliiick!
Her eyes widened.
"Oh—!"
You sheathed yourself inside her in one smooth, steady thrust. Her back arched off the bed and a sharp, gasping cry was torn from her throat. This slutty fighter was tight. Incredibly, unbearably tight. Every muscle in her cunt was taut, her inner walls clenching around you like a velvet fist, a perfect, hot, slick pressure that threatened to undo you instantly.
"Y-you can move," Tifa said, trying to draw up confidence. "J-just…"
From the back, Aerith giggled. She hovered on your shoulder and kissed you on the cheek. "Good luck, honey~!"
Right, good look. You looked down. The beautiful black hair, the red eyes, and the huge boobs…
What cup size was she, you wanted to ask. Oh well.
You began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that stole the breath from her lungs. Her confident gaze began to waver, clouding with a dawning, overwhelming pleasure. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets, her knuckles turning white.
"Oh…! Oh gosh! O-oh, fuck…!" she choked out, the words ragged. "T-this is…!"
"Good? I bet it is," Aerith remarked, giggling. "Come on, Tifa, don't lose!"
"I-I-I won't! I won't—!"
She did. Slowly, Tifa did. This dick was just far too good. Far too addicting.
You drove into her harder, faster, losing yourself in the incredible feel of her pussy. Each thrust was a perfect friction, a building fire. You watched her fall apart beneath you. "Oh gosh! Oh gods! I-I think I'm cumming—!"
She tightened up. Tifa Lockhart's cunt was simply crazy in its tightness. If it wasn't for the experience you had accomuluated, you might have stopped entirely. You managed to stay steady, putting a hand on her delicious abs, and then just going faster.
"Oh gosh! Oh fuck—!"
Another chide remark from Aerith, "Ohh, Tifa's swearing!"
Tifa tried to respond and couldn't. Her head tossed side to side on the pillow, her beautiful eyes, once so focused, rolled back until only the whites showed. "I-I just—Aerith, you don't get it! Y-y-you don't! You donnnn't! This cock! It's so deep! It's making me—"
Cum again, yes.
Tifa's mouth fell open in a silent, breathless scream. Her cunt began to flutter wildly around your cock, a frantic, rhythmic pulse that signaled her undoing.
This third climax wasn't quiet. It was a torrent. A gushing flood of release that soaked the mattress and your cock too, her trained body convulsing beneath yours as a broken, sobbing cry finally escaped her. She shuddered, her whole world narrowing to the overwhelming cock fucking her.
Because you hadn't stopped. You didn't stop fucking her.
"Is it good?"
"Want him to slow down?" Aerith asked, not stopping in her teasing.
"A-a-are you kidding? Hngggh~!" Tifa gasped and whimpered. "I'll be f-f-fine! You've seen how much ass I can—" You proceeded to grab her hips and slam down harder. This wasn't close to your full potential. "K-k-kick! Kick! CUMMIIING~!!"
Tifa's face had your cum. Her pussy was tightening and greedy and desperate. Aerith laughed at her expense.
"S-s-shut up! L-laugh while you still can! My techniques'll lead the way—"
Aerith turned your head and kissed you. And while doing so, she started stripping her bikini off. Your eyes flicked down to her tits and then her bare pussy, and then yanked into the kiss. It was a heavenly distraction, because in that moment, you couldn't even warn Tifa. You came inside her. Tifa's eyes rolled back, taken aback. She couldn't detect it in time, even with all her training. She couldn't prepare herself. She was getting fucked and then—spuuurt! Her womb was getting filled up.
"Oh fuuuuck—!"
A side-eye from Aerith and a giggle as she ended the kiss with you. The brunette was like the devil here. You were still looking at her and when she saw that you were still looking, Aerith stroked your cheek. "Creampie her for me, will you?"
You did. You kissed Aerith and creampied the fuck out of Tifa Lockhart.
You pulled your slick cock from Tifa's quivering, spent form. The martial artist collapsed onto the mattress, chest heaving, utterly conquered. You turned to Aerith, your hand connecting with the perfect, round curve of her ass in a sharp, stinging smack that made her giggle. The sound echoed in the room. You admired the reddening print on her pale skin, the way her peach-shaped cheeks jiggled from the impact.
"Now it's my turn," Aerith said, smiling.
The brunette moved away from you and onto her hands and knees. She had your cock tease her entrance with your tip. "Mm, that's Tifa's juices, right? I'm a little jealous to be the second-choice. But, you know what they say?" Aerith winked at you. "Save the best for last!"
The Ancient woman was dripping, more than ready. You gripped her hips and with one powerful, unyielding thrust, you buried your entire length inside her to the hilt.
Aerith's reaction was instantaneous and catastrophic. Her back arched into a perfect, dramatic curve, her head thrown back. Her eyes widened. "Ohmygods—!"
Her smile grew.
This was what Tifa was talking about. This was what everyone was talking about. What the most powerful women in all of fiction fell to.
Your cock.
Your cock, fully inside this magician's greedy cunt.
A shattered shriek was torn from her very soul, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "OHMYGODS, CUMMMIIING—!" Her inner walls clamped down on you in a violent, irresistible spasm, an immediate and powerful orgasm racking her body from the sheer suddenness and fullness of your invasion.
See, Aerith was physically lesser than Tifa. Aerith tried to play a big game but come on. If that was Tifa's reaction to your cock, what would Aerith's be? Much more devastating. Much more intense.
Behind you, Tifa panted, spread-eagled and glistening with sweat, and with a thankful smirk of sorts. The "I-told-you-so" look. Beneath you, Aerith gasped, still trembling violently from the force of her climax.
You started to fuck her already apologetic cunt. All that taunting—
"Ohfuckohfuck—!"
She was already apologizing. Already losing it. She wasn't as tight as Tifa but certainly wetter.
CLAP—!
The second real thrust. The second time your pelvis slammed into her ass. Your balls slapped.
"Oh… oh gods," Aerith whimpered. Her moans were a broken thing as you withdrew and thrust back in a hot, slow piston of flesh. Each drive of your hips knocking a sharp, breathy cry from her lips. Her fingers scrambled against the rumpled sheets, finding no purchase.
Aerith had that peach ass. The kind of ass that jiggled and clapped when you fucked it doggy-style. Her voice was cute and jittery, and while getting fucked like this, it became sluttier and even more feminine. Like she knew her place.
All that teasing…
"Oh gods—! Oh gooddsss! This cock! I apologize! I-I didn't understand—!" She whimpered. She threw her head back. She tried to catch your gaze and couldn't. You were only casually fucking her too.
Your balls slapped. Your balls gave a complete view. The complete experience.
"Oh gods, it's too good! Too good~!! TOO GOODD~!! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING! I CAN'T! I JUST CANNNN'T~!!!"
Her pleas were a fuel to your fire. You slid a hand around her hip, your fingers finding her swollen clit. The moment you touched her, Aerith seized up. She shrieked as another orgasm, swift and brutal, crashed over her. Her channel milked you desperately, a silken, rhythmic convulsion that threatened to creampie her sorry pussy right there.
"Y-y-your throbbing!" She giggled, sound drunk even. Her arms shook as you thrust and thrust, and she shook. "Y-y-you're gonna cum! R-right? Righhht!? Nnggghh~!!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Pleeeeease," she begged, her words slurred with overwhelming sensation. "Please, I need it… I need to feel you… cum inside me. Fill me up. I'm begging you."
You drove into her harder. Balls and pelvis meeting the peach ass echoing in the room. "No," you grunted, your own control fraying at the edges. "Not yet."
That's when you felt a new, incredibly soft pressure on your back. Tifa, who had been watching with rapt, heavy-lidded eyes, had finally moved. She pressed her firm, generous breasts against your back, her arms encircling you from behind.
"Gonna cum inside her?" Tifa whispered, husky and hot against your ear. One of her hands trailed down your stomach, her fingers expertly finding your straining, tight balls. She cupped and massaged them with a gentle, knowing pressure. "Do it then. Come on. Please? Do it for me~!"
It was the ambush you never saw coming. The dual sensation—Aerith's vice-like, quivering cunt around your cock and Tifa' incredible tits against your back, and her clever fingers working your most sensitive flesh—was utterly overwhelming. Your rhythm faltered. You literally stopped and your vision whited out.
"C-cumming!"
You could sense the appreciation in Tifa that you came so easily and so fast.
Already buried to the hilt inside Aerith, your orgasm started. From your perspective, it was like an endless torrent of cum pumping into the depths of her pussy. You pulsed and throbbed within her, each jet of cum wringing a weak, satisfied sob from Aerith's lips.
Through it all, Aerith had been on her hands and knees—until the end. As soon as you were done, she dropped. Aerith was a blissful, wrecked mess, a drowsy, triumphant grin on her face as your seed left her cunt.
"Hehehe….c-cum…inshiide…me…." Aerith murmured. Tifa pecked you on the cheek.
"Good job. Although you might want to last longer next time."
Tifa giggled.
The girls had won this round.
You wouldn't let it happen again. A new, determined energy surged through you. You slapped your cock on Aerith's ass, who merely sighed contentedly and melted into the mattress, done for the moment. Your gaze then locked onto Tifa.
You grabbed her, pulling her down into a deep, claiming kiss. Your tongue plunged into her mouth. When you broke the kiss, your hand came down in a sharp, stinging smack on her perfect, round ass. Tifa yelped in surprise, a blush spreading across her cheeks, but her scarlet eyes flashed with defiant excitement.
You manhandled her onto her back, hooking your arms under her powerful thighs and pushing her legs up and back, spreading her open and elevating her hips in a perfect mating press. You loomed over her, completely in control. Her toned, incredible body was on full display for you, her abs taut, her magnificent breasts jiggling with her quickened breath.
"S-still hard, huh?" Tifa bit her lip, that familiar flicker of self-doubt quickly replaced by martial determination. "But I'm not beaten yet either! Heh, give it your all!"
You proved her wrong with the very first thrust. You sheathed yourself inside her in one smooth, powerful motion, the angle so deep and perfect it stole the breath from both your lungs. Tifa's confident expression shattered. Her eyes, wide and shocked, rolled back into her head. A broken, high-pitched moan, unlike any sound you'd ever heard from her, escaped her lips.
"W-what is this—WHAT IS THIIISS~!!!? THIS ANNGGLE~! THIS COCKKK~!!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIING~!!!
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
The longer she got fucked, the more feminine she became.
You established a brutal, piston-like rhythm, each thrust hammering against her deepest, most sensitive spots. Her tightness was legendary. A perfect, muscular glove squeezing you with every plapping mating press thrust. You dominated Tifa Lockhart utterly. Her hands fisted the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side.
Her first orgasm came quickly, a violent, shaking thing that made her entire body convulse around you. "CUMMIIING~!!! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOOD~!!!" You didn't slow. You couldn't. You drove her through it, into a second, and then a third climax. Each one seemed to fracture a piece of her composure.
"THE COCK—THE COCK—THIS COCKKK~!! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF ITT~!!!"
The confident bartender, the disciplined martial artist, was being utterly unmade beneath you, reduced to a writhing, pleading creature of pure sex. Big boobs, fat hips, hot red eyes, Tifa was a naturally erotic woman.
But did she slut out her body? Was she a whore? No. No, she wasn't. She was loyal. Tifa only wanted one man and that was YOU.
You leaned down, your face inches from hers. "Want more, Tifa?"
Tifa could only gasp and nod hurriedly, her red eyes glazed and unfocused. She couldn't speak because you were so deep inside, her throat felt stuck.
"Beg for it," you commanded, your thrusts beginning again and not ceasing. "Beg for my cum."
It took a moment for the words to penetrate her pleasure-fogged mind. "P-plleeeasshhhhe…" she finally whimpered, the admission seeming to cost her everything. "Pleeasshhe, I-I neddshhhg it…! G-giivvvee cummmmm~!!!"
You could feel your own peak roaring back in your balls. You could cum inside her and give her what she wanted. But you were in charge now. As you felt the irrepressible surge begin, you did the one thing she didn't expect. You pulled out completely.
With a few rough, quick strokes of your own hand, you let go. Your release painted her stomach and those legendary, perfect breasts in thick, pearlescent streaks. It was a huge, seemingly never-ending load, each pulse coasting her sculpted abs and glazing her erect nipples.
Tifa gasped beneath you. The sudden lack of fullness and the shocking warmth splashing across her skin, it was like she snapped back into place. She recovered. "Y-your cum…! Y-your wasting it…!"
The fighter in Tifa wasn't finished. Seeing your cum on her tits and not inside her, her red eyes surged with yellow chi. You didn't see it at first. As you admired your work on her torso, you felt it. The soft, tentative brush of her bare foot against your still-throbbing cock, then against your sensitized balls. A gentle, coaxing stroke. A clear, wordless challenge.
It was quite literally hot too. This was Tifa's chi. Her second-wind.
You looked down at her. Tifa covered in the evidence of her defeat, your cum, but a spark of that stubborn, sensual spirit still burned in her half-lidded eyes. Your cock was already stirring back to life under her ministration.
Well, not like you were empty yet anyway. You only started going soft because you thought it was done.
Tifa's foot, surprisingly strong and delicate all at once, traced a blazing path up your length. Following that, a soft, breathy laugh came from behind and you were hugged. "Someone's not ready for the night to be over."
Aerith…
"Right? Don't think we're going to go down that easily," Tifa whispered, husky with exhaustion and desire, that defiant spark in her dark eyes flaring brighter.
You captured her ankle, kissing the arch of her foot before lowering it. You looked between them, your two perfect, insatiable partners. Aerith, hugging you from behind and stroking your balls. "Mm, they're not empty either. Not even close." She smirked. "Good~!"
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