Final Fantasy VII (Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa)
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kinkfestTitle: Smooth as Silk
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: sexual details
Word count: 1,783
Summary: Aeris and Tifa entertain Sephiroth.
Prompt: #14. Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa: Lingerie - "So pour yourself over me / Until there's nothing left to see"
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this. Still working to get caught up.
Smooth as Silk
He couldn’t remember the last time they’d stopped, only that it had seemed like a hundred years since they’d marched down and slaughtered the rebels that had attacked a rural reactor, somewhere in a mostly uncharted mountain range he couldn’t even remember the name of.
Something in his head had started to throb during the campaign; something dark had sprung to life deep inside him, something that made him feel alternately alive, then like he was going to die. He wobbled from pain to the unmitigated knowledge that he was changing, evolving into something far superior to those around him.
Sometimes, the others seemed like nothing more than ants, insignificant as they scurried from one demeaning task to another. But, unlike ants, they required constant supervision and assurance, something he wasn’t capable of dealing with at this time.
And so, he’d delegated as soon as they’d camped in the bowl of a valley, somewhere between where they’d been and where they were headed. One of the officers had spouted a name, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was escape.
The valley was nothing short of magnificent, wooded and green, filled with life and vibrancy that clung to him, energized him, and recharged him as he strode down a narrow, overgrown path. There were signs the path had been recently trod: broken brush, a tuft of dark hair snagged on a shoulder-high branch, the hint of a footstep where the moss disappeared into damp dirt.
Intrigued, he followed the uneven trail, almost certain none of the Shinra military personnel had left the camp. They had civilians traveling with them, though—guides and cooks and those well-versed in magic arts—and he knew they weren’t compelled to obey the restrictions to the same letter those in SOLDIER were.
He came upon the basin so abruptly that its beauty took his breath away. A waterfall spilled from the horseshoe-shaped mountain, raising a spray that refracted into a myriad of rainbows when struck by the light of the waning sun. But it wasn’t the pool that so much captured his attention as it was the two women splashing along its sandy edge.
Scantily clad, they alternated between the shore and the water, laughing as they flung water at one another. He recognized them, he thought: one was Zack’s woman, the other a guide they’d picked up before they’d left Midgar. He couldn’t recall her name, but she was nothing short of impressive as she bounced along the edge of the pool, the skimpy bra she wore almost unable to contain her breasts.
A pity, he thought. A pity that they’d marred his solitude. A pity he couldn’t have caught up with them one on one.
He inched closer, unable to tear his eyes away. The throbbing in his head had given way to a throbbing between his legs, the desire definitely preferable to the uneasy feeling that he was losing his mind.
The lighter-haired woman’s head snapped up; her eyes met his without pause. She knew he was there watching. There was something familiar about the feel of her and he knew, without a doubt, she was a magic user and more: something special, someone who deserved watching a little closer than the rest.
She paused in her play, murmuring to the guide, but Sephiroth was too far away to hear what they said as both sets of eyes turned to the forest where he stood. They didn’t seem frightened; they made no move to hide, no move to cover themselves. He could only assume it an invitation, so he stepped from the cover of the trees, onto the pathless slope leading down to crystal clear water that glimmered beneath the rays of sun.
The fairer watched him while the dark-haired woman giggled behind her hand. He liked the way she jiggled when she laughed. Too much war, too many travels, had left him with too little time for women, a situation he longed to correct.
“You were watching us,” the auburn-haired woman observed when he was within ear-shot.
“I didn’t expect anyone to be here,” he admitted. “I had hoped to find some time…alone.”
“You’re Sephiroth, aren’t you?” asked the other.
“In name and in body both.” He smiled, encouraged by her boldness. “And you are…?”
“Tifa.” She grinned, dropping her hands to her sides. “And this is Aeris.”
“Civilians.”
“You could…join us,” Aeris suggested. “We’re hardly loud and…” Her smile grew shy. “I’m certain we wouldn’t bother you if…”
His eyes fell upon a pile of undergarments and satiny things thrown over a pair of rocks beside the tiny strip of beach. Intrigued, he made his way straight for them, wondering how they’d found time to shop during their brief excursions through towns.
“We could…show you,” Tifa offered, “If you’d like.”
“Hmm.” He ran one long-fingered hand across a strip of lavender silk. It felt soft and smooth and made him long for…he wasn’t sure what he wanted. It hid and huddled just at the edge of his mind: life before Shinra maybe, perhaps a normal life without the demons inside.
They joined him, one on either side, and slid their hands across his chest, their fingers cold from the icy spray. It only took a moment to decide: he liked their game, so he laid his sword aside--just out of reach--with the ghost of a smile.
He let them help him out of his duster, until he stood clad in only tight leather pants and boots that reached his knees. He stretched, breathing in to fill and expand his chest, the mountain air fresh in his lungs, the sun warm on his back.
Her touch light, Aeris shoved him back until he dropped on the closest of the rocks that held their finery. She removed his boots while Tifa rubbed her chest against his back. His pants were suddenly too tight and he longed for release.
They obliged him, each tugging on an arm until they coaxed him to his feet. Aeris unfastened his pants while Tifa circled him like a cat, rubbing and enticing until he almost imagined he could feel her purr.
When he stood naked on the beach, they dropped their underclothes in a pile at his feet. They were delicious, each in her own way: both slender, one soft, one athletic. He longed to touch them, longed to make them his.
The water was cold, but did little to ease his throbbing erection. He spilled into it, allowing the refreshment to wash over him, sooth him, clean him. His silver hair splayed out around him, floating atop the gentle current their movement stirred. The women joined him, one at his head, the other at his feet. But they paused as if they weren’t certain what to do next.
He smiled. They knew better than to splash him and he liked to imagine that his reputation had preceded him, that they knew not only his name but of his battle prowess.
Still, it was a shame to waste them when they were obviously so willing, so he sat up in the water, treading a moment before he welcomed them into his arms. Their body heat transcended the cold of the water fed by a frigid mountain stream, filling him until the ache between his legs turned into a throb.
His mouth dropped first to Tifa’s closest breast, licking a path across the curve that made her tremble, nipping at the nipple until her skin flushed as she sighed. He turned to Aeris then and their eyes met again. He wondered what it was inside her that drew him so. He latched onto her breast, sucking deeply while his hand dropped to her backside.
She pressed against his hip; her hand dropped between his legs.
“Not yet,” he hissed, his mouth still attached to her breast. He wanted to have his fun first. Anticipation was sweet, but victory divine.
He lost track of their time together in the water where he touched and tasted and explored. In the end, he knew their most intimate details, every curve and every secret. And, he allowed them to lead him ashore as the first blood-tinged rays caressed the warm sand.
They dropped onto the shore in a tangle of limbs, his hands and his mouth full. They wriggled out from beneath him, giggling as they made their way to their silky haul.
“It’s our turn now,” Aeris whispered in a voice so light he wasn’t sure she’d spoken aloud.
Anticipation burned inside him and he watched as they returned with slinky undergarments and drapes, satin and silk and fine fabrics he didn’t recognize, shimmering and shiny and smooth. They felt cool against his skin, cool and soft and smooth.
Tifa gathered his wet hair from his shoulders and combed her fingers through. He shuddered with pleasure as her nails raked his scalp. With a cloth of deepest blue, she bound it back, leaned in to claim his lips. She tasted of berries and cream, her tongue insistent, but elusive as she pulled away.
“There’s more,” Aeris whispered, freeing another thin cloth, this one gold.
“I want you,” he said, “now.” His eyes flickered from her to Tifa. “Both of you. Pour yourself over me.” He smiled at her over the cloth she stretched out before him. “Until there’s nothing left to see.”
She knelt before him, cloth in hand. Her hands gentle, she pressed against his inner thighs, urging his legs apart. She draped the cloth around him, encircled him. The delicate touch of satin made his cock quiver.
With a quick hand, she pulled it free and no fingertips could have ever moved him like the touch of the fabric. The throb grew into a twitch that traveled deep into his abdomen. But he lost sight of her as Tifa straddled him, her stomach against his chest, her breasts brushing his mouth.
He could feel Aeris between his legs, her heat and that undeniable charge of energy that possessed her. He moaned when her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, buried his face against Tifa’s chest and sucked her breast into his mouth to suppress a moan.
In the pause that followed, he recognized Aeris; he knew what she was. And then the magic filled him with ecstasy and his back arched as she took him into her mouth. Something dark inside him wanted to fight the desire, to fight her, but the gentle touch of her lips, the insistent tug of her tongue made him forget what it was the darkness wanted.
With a shudder, he thrust into her mouth. With a moan, he surrendered.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: sexual details
Word count: 1,783
Summary: Aeris and Tifa entertain Sephiroth.
Prompt: #14. Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa: Lingerie - "So pour yourself over me / Until there's nothing left to see"
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this. Still working to get caught up.
Smooth as Silk
He couldn’t remember the last time they’d stopped, only that it had seemed like a hundred years since they’d marched down and slaughtered the rebels that had attacked a rural reactor, somewhere in a mostly uncharted mountain range he couldn’t even remember the name of.
Something in his head had started to throb during the campaign; something dark had sprung to life deep inside him, something that made him feel alternately alive, then like he was going to die. He wobbled from pain to the unmitigated knowledge that he was changing, evolving into something far superior to those around him.
Sometimes, the others seemed like nothing more than ants, insignificant as they scurried from one demeaning task to another. But, unlike ants, they required constant supervision and assurance, something he wasn’t capable of dealing with at this time.
And so, he’d delegated as soon as they’d camped in the bowl of a valley, somewhere between where they’d been and where they were headed. One of the officers had spouted a name, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was escape.
The valley was nothing short of magnificent, wooded and green, filled with life and vibrancy that clung to him, energized him, and recharged him as he strode down a narrow, overgrown path. There were signs the path had been recently trod: broken brush, a tuft of dark hair snagged on a shoulder-high branch, the hint of a footstep where the moss disappeared into damp dirt.
Intrigued, he followed the uneven trail, almost certain none of the Shinra military personnel had left the camp. They had civilians traveling with them, though—guides and cooks and those well-versed in magic arts—and he knew they weren’t compelled to obey the restrictions to the same letter those in SOLDIER were.
He came upon the basin so abruptly that its beauty took his breath away. A waterfall spilled from the horseshoe-shaped mountain, raising a spray that refracted into a myriad of rainbows when struck by the light of the waning sun. But it wasn’t the pool that so much captured his attention as it was the two women splashing along its sandy edge.
Scantily clad, they alternated between the shore and the water, laughing as they flung water at one another. He recognized them, he thought: one was Zack’s woman, the other a guide they’d picked up before they’d left Midgar. He couldn’t recall her name, but she was nothing short of impressive as she bounced along the edge of the pool, the skimpy bra she wore almost unable to contain her breasts.
A pity, he thought. A pity that they’d marred his solitude. A pity he couldn’t have caught up with them one on one.
He inched closer, unable to tear his eyes away. The throbbing in his head had given way to a throbbing between his legs, the desire definitely preferable to the uneasy feeling that he was losing his mind.
The lighter-haired woman’s head snapped up; her eyes met his without pause. She knew he was there watching. There was something familiar about the feel of her and he knew, without a doubt, she was a magic user and more: something special, someone who deserved watching a little closer than the rest.
She paused in her play, murmuring to the guide, but Sephiroth was too far away to hear what they said as both sets of eyes turned to the forest where he stood. They didn’t seem frightened; they made no move to hide, no move to cover themselves. He could only assume it an invitation, so he stepped from the cover of the trees, onto the pathless slope leading down to crystal clear water that glimmered beneath the rays of sun.
The fairer watched him while the dark-haired woman giggled behind her hand. He liked the way she jiggled when she laughed. Too much war, too many travels, had left him with too little time for women, a situation he longed to correct.
“You were watching us,” the auburn-haired woman observed when he was within ear-shot.
“I didn’t expect anyone to be here,” he admitted. “I had hoped to find some time…alone.”
“You’re Sephiroth, aren’t you?” asked the other.
“In name and in body both.” He smiled, encouraged by her boldness. “And you are…?”
“Tifa.” She grinned, dropping her hands to her sides. “And this is Aeris.”
“Civilians.”
“You could…join us,” Aeris suggested. “We’re hardly loud and…” Her smile grew shy. “I’m certain we wouldn’t bother you if…”
His eyes fell upon a pile of undergarments and satiny things thrown over a pair of rocks beside the tiny strip of beach. Intrigued, he made his way straight for them, wondering how they’d found time to shop during their brief excursions through towns.
“We could…show you,” Tifa offered, “If you’d like.”
“Hmm.” He ran one long-fingered hand across a strip of lavender silk. It felt soft and smooth and made him long for…he wasn’t sure what he wanted. It hid and huddled just at the edge of his mind: life before Shinra maybe, perhaps a normal life without the demons inside.
They joined him, one on either side, and slid their hands across his chest, their fingers cold from the icy spray. It only took a moment to decide: he liked their game, so he laid his sword aside--just out of reach--with the ghost of a smile.
He let them help him out of his duster, until he stood clad in only tight leather pants and boots that reached his knees. He stretched, breathing in to fill and expand his chest, the mountain air fresh in his lungs, the sun warm on his back.
Her touch light, Aeris shoved him back until he dropped on the closest of the rocks that held their finery. She removed his boots while Tifa rubbed her chest against his back. His pants were suddenly too tight and he longed for release.
They obliged him, each tugging on an arm until they coaxed him to his feet. Aeris unfastened his pants while Tifa circled him like a cat, rubbing and enticing until he almost imagined he could feel her purr.
When he stood naked on the beach, they dropped their underclothes in a pile at his feet. They were delicious, each in her own way: both slender, one soft, one athletic. He longed to touch them, longed to make them his.
The water was cold, but did little to ease his throbbing erection. He spilled into it, allowing the refreshment to wash over him, sooth him, clean him. His silver hair splayed out around him, floating atop the gentle current their movement stirred. The women joined him, one at his head, the other at his feet. But they paused as if they weren’t certain what to do next.
He smiled. They knew better than to splash him and he liked to imagine that his reputation had preceded him, that they knew not only his name but of his battle prowess.
Still, it was a shame to waste them when they were obviously so willing, so he sat up in the water, treading a moment before he welcomed them into his arms. Their body heat transcended the cold of the water fed by a frigid mountain stream, filling him until the ache between his legs turned into a throb.
His mouth dropped first to Tifa’s closest breast, licking a path across the curve that made her tremble, nipping at the nipple until her skin flushed as she sighed. He turned to Aeris then and their eyes met again. He wondered what it was inside her that drew him so. He latched onto her breast, sucking deeply while his hand dropped to her backside.
She pressed against his hip; her hand dropped between his legs.
“Not yet,” he hissed, his mouth still attached to her breast. He wanted to have his fun first. Anticipation was sweet, but victory divine.
He lost track of their time together in the water where he touched and tasted and explored. In the end, he knew their most intimate details, every curve and every secret. And, he allowed them to lead him ashore as the first blood-tinged rays caressed the warm sand.
They dropped onto the shore in a tangle of limbs, his hands and his mouth full. They wriggled out from beneath him, giggling as they made their way to their silky haul.
“It’s our turn now,” Aeris whispered in a voice so light he wasn’t sure she’d spoken aloud.
Anticipation burned inside him and he watched as they returned with slinky undergarments and drapes, satin and silk and fine fabrics he didn’t recognize, shimmering and shiny and smooth. They felt cool against his skin, cool and soft and smooth.
Tifa gathered his wet hair from his shoulders and combed her fingers through. He shuddered with pleasure as her nails raked his scalp. With a cloth of deepest blue, she bound it back, leaned in to claim his lips. She tasted of berries and cream, her tongue insistent, but elusive as she pulled away.
“There’s more,” Aeris whispered, freeing another thin cloth, this one gold.
“I want you,” he said, “now.” His eyes flickered from her to Tifa. “Both of you. Pour yourself over me.” He smiled at her over the cloth she stretched out before him. “Until there’s nothing left to see.”
She knelt before him, cloth in hand. Her hands gentle, she pressed against his inner thighs, urging his legs apart. She draped the cloth around him, encircled him. The delicate touch of satin made his cock quiver.
With a quick hand, she pulled it free and no fingertips could have ever moved him like the touch of the fabric. The throb grew into a twitch that traveled deep into his abdomen. But he lost sight of her as Tifa straddled him, her stomach against his chest, her breasts brushing his mouth.
He could feel Aeris between his legs, her heat and that undeniable charge of energy that possessed her. He moaned when her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, buried his face against Tifa’s chest and sucked her breast into his mouth to suppress a moan.
In the pause that followed, he recognized Aeris; he knew what she was. And then the magic filled him with ecstasy and his back arched as she took him into her mouth. Something dark inside him wanted to fight the desire, to fight her, but the gentle touch of her lips, the insistent tug of her tongue made him forget what it was the darkness wanted.
With a shudder, he thrust into her mouth. With a moan, he surrendered.
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Date: 2007-07-29 06:42 pm (UTC)Oh wow.
This was another one of my requests, but I'd forgotten it had been taken up by anyone else. Getting this was like some sort of awesome sexy surprise in my flist.
This was absolutely incredible. I've always wanted to see a threesome between Sephiroth and the girls, and this was everything I hope it could be. :-D Thank you so much.
While I'm at it, the rest of the stuff you've posted has been scorching hot. You have a real talent for smut (not just for smut either, but the smut is REALLY good), and you do a great job with Tifa smut especially. Can't wait to read more, but I warn you... if there's a next round of prompts, and you see a ton of Sephiroth/Tifa, it's probably me spamming so I can read more of your work. ^_^
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Date: 2007-07-30 08:16 pm (UTC)I'm very sorry it was late. Real life just kinda intervened.
I do hope there's another round. This is my first and I've enjoyed it LOTS. I'll keep an eye out for those prompts if there is. I've enjoyed writing these stories a lot. :)
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Date: 2007-07-30 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 08:16 pm (UTC)