Final Fantasy VII (Sephiroth/Tifa)
Title: Prisoner of Love
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex, oral sex
Word count: 1,881
Summary: Tifa discovers that being Sephiroth's prisoner has its advantages.
Prompt: #18. Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tifa: Collar - "the only man that can make her helpless"
A/N: Eeep! I'm very sorry I'm posting this so late. Too much real life. Too much overtime. Even a little sick thrown in for good measure. Working now to get caught up. I hope my interpretation of this prompt wasn't TOO far off from what you wanted.
Prisoner of Love
Sephiroth tugged on the jeweled collar, pulling Tifa to her feet. He was the only man that could make her helpless, and he knew it, which made her feel even more powerless, even more at his mercy. And yet, when he looked at her, there was desire, the desire she’d hoped to see in Cloud’s eyes.
“We’re a lot alike, you and I.” He looked her up and down. “Both unwilling to yield, both unwilling to give ourselves to another.”
The collar dug into the skin at the back of her neck until she wanted to scream. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, wouldn’t show weakness.
A smile flickered at the corners of his mouth and she found she couldn’t look away, captivated by his beauty, bound by eyes that seemed to see into her, straight to her soul.
She bit back a scream when he jerked her closer. “Why don’t you kill me and get it over with?” It was there, the hint of strain in her voice, the fear she’d wanted to hide from him.
“I have no intentions of killing you,” he assured her, the ghost of a smile growing predatory. “You’re far too pretty.” One hand sampled the weight of her breast. “They will come for you, attempt to rescue you.” The hand traveled to her cheek. “You are worth more to me alive than dead.”
Though the words were spoken without malice, the threat of danger to her friends frightened her. They hadn’t realized he knew they were following him until he’d doubled back and attacked them from behind, destroying their camp and scattering them to the wind. She wanted to believe it was the element of surprise that had given him the victory, but she’d seen the energy flickering across his gloved hands and up his arms long after he’d cast his spells of destruction. He wasn’t using materia like they were. His power was natural; his power was his own.
Tifa jerked back from him and looked away. “I’m expendable. They won’t bother.”
Laughter, so soft she almost missed it, chilled her to the bone. “Even if you were, my dear, they’ll still come after me, and I think you’ll see that you mean much more to Cloud than you realize.”
“What are you going to do?” She hadn’t meant to ask, but his smile told her he’d known she would. She swallowed a curse. She’d already said enough, too much. And as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew they’d come, too.
“Wait.” He gave the chain attached to the thick leather collar around her neck a little jerk...
She found herself on her knees at his feet as he dropped onto one of the boulders that dotted the wooded trail they’d taken into the mountain. If she was any judge--and she’d been with the rebels a long time--they were already looking for her, already hot on their trail. And, while they’d had a hard enough time keeping up with him as he headed north, often lost him for days on end, she knew it was too much to hope that he’d given them the slip again and that they’d continue on without finding him.
They must be near from the way he watched and listened, his gaze distant, his head cocked into the wind.
She reached for him, but he was faster, snatching her arm at the wrist before her fingers could even skim the leather he wore. He dropped to his knees, shoving her against the rock wall with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs.
“Want to play, do we?” he asked with that same amused, half-smile.
She nodded while she struggled to regain her breath. If she could keep him busy, he might lose track of the others. Then, even if he killed her, they’d be long gone or alerted to his scheme.
“It won’t work, you know.” Slipping his finger through the slight gap between the collar and her neck, he dragged her to her feet.
She gasped against the pressure of his fingers on her throat, sucking in a deep, retching breath when he finally released her. “I don’t care. I...I...I’ve always wanted to make love to a...god.”
“A god, eh?” The smile deepened. “You might be an interesting diversion, girl.” Lightning crackled around his fingertips. “I might even make you forget Cloud.”
Bastard. Tifa smiled, brushed up against Sephiroth--her body warm against his--and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I might even let you try.”
Before he could protest, she jerked the chain from his hand, gave herself the freedom to drop to her knees at his feet without choking. He smelled of leather and herbs with just a trace of sweat to mar his perfection.
Palms flat against his legs, she stroked upward, her hands sliding over his crotch and up to his belly. As she’d hoped, he responded, proving there still was something of a man left inside the shell of a god.
Her mouth watered as she unbuckled the heavy belt at his waist. She didn’t want to want him, didn’t want to be caught up in him, didn’t want to lust for him...but she did, so much that it hurt deep down inside her, twisting her stomach and churning her emotions into a blaze of desire.
He strained against the zipper as she lowered it. He was large--much larger than she’d imagined--and she almost gasped when she saw him. Instead, she leaned in to kiss him, shoving her hands into the tight leather pants, further, further, until she could slide them down, just enough, so they hung off his hips.
His flesh was warm beneath her hands, solid beneath her fingertips, but she found herself wondering what Cloud would feel like if she had him here instead of Sephiroth. She had only a moment to wish for him before she felt Sephiroth’s gaze on her head.
She met his eyes, challenge for challenge, and slowly, her hands trailed back to his cock, freeing it from the confines of his pants. The heat of it, the trembling dampness of it, surprised her almost as much as the length, but she hungered for it as she brought it to her mouth, rubbed it against her lips before she opened for it and welcomed Sephiroth inside.
The head filled her mouth, pressed against her teeth and tongue. She lapped at its underside, scraping the top with her front teeth. It wept for her, filling her with a salty bitterness that made her mouth water more. Her hands wrapped around the shaft, stroking, caressing until it stiffened and throbbed with need.
She’d expected him to come, like a normal man, but when she raised her eyes, she found his face tipped skyward, eyes closed. Hands clenched at his sides, his breath came in great gasps while he bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
She rose to the challenge, drawing more of him into her mouth, sucking hard while her hands reached behind his cock to his balls. He cried out, grasping at her shoulders as he thrust into her mouth, so deep she thought she’d gag before he pulled half-free to thrust again.
Her head swam by the time he was finished. He had spilled into her with such force that she had choked and swallowed and choked again. The sticky warmth escaped her mouth, flowed down her chin, and onto the front of her shirt.
He had her on her back before she could recover, tearing at her clothes, his cock hard again. And while she wanted to resist, wanted to make him take her against her will, she tore at her shorts as desperately as he did, anxious to feel him against her and inside her, making her complete.
He didn’t wait. A soon as her shorts reached her knees, he was in her with a fierce, possessive grunt. She’d expected pain, but the first sensations were of overwhelming pleasure instead. A soft glow emanated from their bodies--from his body and traveled into hers--warm and tingling, so powerful, so unexpected it took her breath away. Magic flowed over her, around her, through her until every inch of her tingled, every cell of her cried out for Sephiroth.
His hands slid beneath her top and across her skin, working their way slowly, insistently upward. Distantly, she was thankful that the tight fabric negated the need for underclothes beneath it, that she could feel his every touch, skin against skin. Feather light strokes drew a whimper from her when he reached her breasts, explored each curve, each swell. Her nipples strained against his palms when he cupped them, squeezing, touching, feeling.
His thrusts grew faster, desperate, until he came with a violent shudder, back arched, face skyward, eyes closed. A moan, deep and sensual, slipped from his lips. The spasms made her quiver, made her body burn where they touched.
“They’ve been through here.” Cloud said, his voice none too distant.
Footsteps pounded the rocky ground, scraping and stumbling, loosening dirt and stone that slid back down the path they tread.
“Looks like they went on ahead.” Barrett’s voice was angry, hard. “I’m going to break that bastard in half if he’s hurt Tifa.”
Her heart pounded. So close. They were so close. All she had to do was scream and they’d be all over him. There were more of them; they could take him even if he killed her, even if…
Sephiroth laid one finger across his lips.
I’d hate to have to kill them now. His voice echoed in her mind. Give me a reason...not to…and I’ll let them live…a day longer. He dropped to kiss her. Perhaps two.
Her fingers digging into his arms, she levered herself up, pressed against him. He pushed into her again, already hard, already demanding.
And if they’re no longer enough incentive… His fingers escaped her top, slid the zipper down past her breasts. I’m sure we can find a more enjoyable reason to leave them alive. One hand slid inside to cover her left breast. Just a little longer.
Tifa tried to resist, listened to the conversation on the path as it faded into the distance. But, all Cloud wanted was Sephiroth. Cloud had never wanted her. Perhaps he never would.
She looked into Sephiroth’s eyes, burning with lust and want and desire for her. The young god wanted her and, for the time being, he needed her, just like she needed him.
They fell back against the rocks together, Tifa rolling until she sat astride him, held him inside her, felt his hands on her breasts. He leaned toward her until he sat almost upright, arms around her, mouth to her breast. She rocked against him, rode him, rubbed against him until she felt herself tighten.
She let go with a cry when the tension released and pleasure filled her, making her tremble, making her weak. He gathered her into his arms and held her, whispering into her ear while she shuddered against him.
“Sephiroth.” She whispered his name against his throat.
He captured her lips.
He was the only man who could make her helpless.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex, oral sex
Word count: 1,881
Summary: Tifa discovers that being Sephiroth's prisoner has its advantages.
Prompt: #18. Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tifa: Collar - "the only man that can make her helpless"
A/N: Eeep! I'm very sorry I'm posting this so late. Too much real life. Too much overtime. Even a little sick thrown in for good measure. Working now to get caught up. I hope my interpretation of this prompt wasn't TOO far off from what you wanted.
Prisoner of Love
Sephiroth tugged on the jeweled collar, pulling Tifa to her feet. He was the only man that could make her helpless, and he knew it, which made her feel even more powerless, even more at his mercy. And yet, when he looked at her, there was desire, the desire she’d hoped to see in Cloud’s eyes.
“We’re a lot alike, you and I.” He looked her up and down. “Both unwilling to yield, both unwilling to give ourselves to another.”
The collar dug into the skin at the back of her neck until she wanted to scream. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, wouldn’t show weakness.
A smile flickered at the corners of his mouth and she found she couldn’t look away, captivated by his beauty, bound by eyes that seemed to see into her, straight to her soul.
She bit back a scream when he jerked her closer. “Why don’t you kill me and get it over with?” It was there, the hint of strain in her voice, the fear she’d wanted to hide from him.
“I have no intentions of killing you,” he assured her, the ghost of a smile growing predatory. “You’re far too pretty.” One hand sampled the weight of her breast. “They will come for you, attempt to rescue you.” The hand traveled to her cheek. “You are worth more to me alive than dead.”
Though the words were spoken without malice, the threat of danger to her friends frightened her. They hadn’t realized he knew they were following him until he’d doubled back and attacked them from behind, destroying their camp and scattering them to the wind. She wanted to believe it was the element of surprise that had given him the victory, but she’d seen the energy flickering across his gloved hands and up his arms long after he’d cast his spells of destruction. He wasn’t using materia like they were. His power was natural; his power was his own.
Tifa jerked back from him and looked away. “I’m expendable. They won’t bother.”
Laughter, so soft she almost missed it, chilled her to the bone. “Even if you were, my dear, they’ll still come after me, and I think you’ll see that you mean much more to Cloud than you realize.”
“What are you going to do?” She hadn’t meant to ask, but his smile told her he’d known she would. She swallowed a curse. She’d already said enough, too much. And as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew they’d come, too.
“Wait.” He gave the chain attached to the thick leather collar around her neck a little jerk...
She found herself on her knees at his feet as he dropped onto one of the boulders that dotted the wooded trail they’d taken into the mountain. If she was any judge--and she’d been with the rebels a long time--they were already looking for her, already hot on their trail. And, while they’d had a hard enough time keeping up with him as he headed north, often lost him for days on end, she knew it was too much to hope that he’d given them the slip again and that they’d continue on without finding him.
They must be near from the way he watched and listened, his gaze distant, his head cocked into the wind.
She reached for him, but he was faster, snatching her arm at the wrist before her fingers could even skim the leather he wore. He dropped to his knees, shoving her against the rock wall with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs.
“Want to play, do we?” he asked with that same amused, half-smile.
She nodded while she struggled to regain her breath. If she could keep him busy, he might lose track of the others. Then, even if he killed her, they’d be long gone or alerted to his scheme.
“It won’t work, you know.” Slipping his finger through the slight gap between the collar and her neck, he dragged her to her feet.
She gasped against the pressure of his fingers on her throat, sucking in a deep, retching breath when he finally released her. “I don’t care. I...I...I’ve always wanted to make love to a...god.”
“A god, eh?” The smile deepened. “You might be an interesting diversion, girl.” Lightning crackled around his fingertips. “I might even make you forget Cloud.”
Bastard. Tifa smiled, brushed up against Sephiroth--her body warm against his--and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I might even let you try.”
Before he could protest, she jerked the chain from his hand, gave herself the freedom to drop to her knees at his feet without choking. He smelled of leather and herbs with just a trace of sweat to mar his perfection.
Palms flat against his legs, she stroked upward, her hands sliding over his crotch and up to his belly. As she’d hoped, he responded, proving there still was something of a man left inside the shell of a god.
Her mouth watered as she unbuckled the heavy belt at his waist. She didn’t want to want him, didn’t want to be caught up in him, didn’t want to lust for him...but she did, so much that it hurt deep down inside her, twisting her stomach and churning her emotions into a blaze of desire.
He strained against the zipper as she lowered it. He was large--much larger than she’d imagined--and she almost gasped when she saw him. Instead, she leaned in to kiss him, shoving her hands into the tight leather pants, further, further, until she could slide them down, just enough, so they hung off his hips.
His flesh was warm beneath her hands, solid beneath her fingertips, but she found herself wondering what Cloud would feel like if she had him here instead of Sephiroth. She had only a moment to wish for him before she felt Sephiroth’s gaze on her head.
She met his eyes, challenge for challenge, and slowly, her hands trailed back to his cock, freeing it from the confines of his pants. The heat of it, the trembling dampness of it, surprised her almost as much as the length, but she hungered for it as she brought it to her mouth, rubbed it against her lips before she opened for it and welcomed Sephiroth inside.
The head filled her mouth, pressed against her teeth and tongue. She lapped at its underside, scraping the top with her front teeth. It wept for her, filling her with a salty bitterness that made her mouth water more. Her hands wrapped around the shaft, stroking, caressing until it stiffened and throbbed with need.
She’d expected him to come, like a normal man, but when she raised her eyes, she found his face tipped skyward, eyes closed. Hands clenched at his sides, his breath came in great gasps while he bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
She rose to the challenge, drawing more of him into her mouth, sucking hard while her hands reached behind his cock to his balls. He cried out, grasping at her shoulders as he thrust into her mouth, so deep she thought she’d gag before he pulled half-free to thrust again.
Her head swam by the time he was finished. He had spilled into her with such force that she had choked and swallowed and choked again. The sticky warmth escaped her mouth, flowed down her chin, and onto the front of her shirt.
He had her on her back before she could recover, tearing at her clothes, his cock hard again. And while she wanted to resist, wanted to make him take her against her will, she tore at her shorts as desperately as he did, anxious to feel him against her and inside her, making her complete.
He didn’t wait. A soon as her shorts reached her knees, he was in her with a fierce, possessive grunt. She’d expected pain, but the first sensations were of overwhelming pleasure instead. A soft glow emanated from their bodies--from his body and traveled into hers--warm and tingling, so powerful, so unexpected it took her breath away. Magic flowed over her, around her, through her until every inch of her tingled, every cell of her cried out for Sephiroth.
His hands slid beneath her top and across her skin, working their way slowly, insistently upward. Distantly, she was thankful that the tight fabric negated the need for underclothes beneath it, that she could feel his every touch, skin against skin. Feather light strokes drew a whimper from her when he reached her breasts, explored each curve, each swell. Her nipples strained against his palms when he cupped them, squeezing, touching, feeling.
His thrusts grew faster, desperate, until he came with a violent shudder, back arched, face skyward, eyes closed. A moan, deep and sensual, slipped from his lips. The spasms made her quiver, made her body burn where they touched.
“They’ve been through here.” Cloud said, his voice none too distant.
Footsteps pounded the rocky ground, scraping and stumbling, loosening dirt and stone that slid back down the path they tread.
“Looks like they went on ahead.” Barrett’s voice was angry, hard. “I’m going to break that bastard in half if he’s hurt Tifa.”
Her heart pounded. So close. They were so close. All she had to do was scream and they’d be all over him. There were more of them; they could take him even if he killed her, even if…
Sephiroth laid one finger across his lips.
I’d hate to have to kill them now. His voice echoed in her mind. Give me a reason...not to…and I’ll let them live…a day longer. He dropped to kiss her. Perhaps two.
Her fingers digging into his arms, she levered herself up, pressed against him. He pushed into her again, already hard, already demanding.
And if they’re no longer enough incentive… His fingers escaped her top, slid the zipper down past her breasts. I’m sure we can find a more enjoyable reason to leave them alive. One hand slid inside to cover her left breast. Just a little longer.
Tifa tried to resist, listened to the conversation on the path as it faded into the distance. But, all Cloud wanted was Sephiroth. Cloud had never wanted her. Perhaps he never would.
She looked into Sephiroth’s eyes, burning with lust and want and desire for her. The young god wanted her and, for the time being, he needed her, just like she needed him.
They fell back against the rocks together, Tifa rolling until she sat astride him, held him inside her, felt his hands on her breasts. He leaned toward her until he sat almost upright, arms around her, mouth to her breast. She rocked against him, rode him, rubbed against him until she felt herself tighten.
She let go with a cry when the tension released and pleasure filled her, making her tremble, making her weak. He gathered her into his arms and held her, whispering into her ear while she shuddered against him.
“Sephiroth.” She whispered his name against his throat.
He captured her lips.
He was the only man who could make her helpless.