“Within the Palace Walls”, FFVII (Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa), NC-17
Title: Within the Palace Walls
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: nudity, sex
Word count: 2,944
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa: Harem - "Hail to the king, baby."
Author’s Note: AU, harems researched from a variety of texts.
“Let us inspect her,” the eunuch commanded.
Attendants removed Tifa’s robe and Tifa didn’t move to cover her nakedness.
She held herself very still and forced her arms to her side, cheeks burning with embarrassment. If it weren’t for the guards outside the room, the ones that caught her in the first place, she’d fight her way out of the room.
The eunuch inspected her skin, checking for any blemishes that might rouse the king’s displeasure. He opened her mouth to check her teeth before he pressed his nose into the hollow between her arm and shoulder.
“What are you doing?!”
“I have to check for a pleasing scent,” the eunuch responded. His hands checked her breasts, as if to check their weight and he smiled when Tifa glared at him. “The gods have blessed you indeed.”
The eunuch signaled for Tifa to be laid on her back and her hips were elevated on a cushion. He spread her legs apart and jabbed two fingers into her. He ignored her whimper and licked his fingers. After a few moments he nodded in satisfaction, “She is moderately untouched and her taste is not displeasing. See that she is bathed immediately so that she may be presented to our king. Attendants shall be provided to her.”
They scrubbed her skin with a loofah until it was new and pink, and then they rinsed her breasts in rose water, rubbing the petals into her skin.
They washed her hair with goat’s milk soap powder and a clove-scented rinse made of colorless henna that left her hair shining. Her hair was combed out, brushed to a glossy sheen as lustrous as the mane of the king’s favorite horse. Her hands and feet were soaked in hot soapy water that smelled of mint.
Bright red henna was dissolved in a mix of brewed chamomile to create a paste. Each fingernail and toenail had it applied by a fine brush. Her eyebrows were plucked to ensure immaculate arches and a maidservant applied kohl to the upper and lower parts of her eyes so that they were rimmed with a sultry darkness.
She was escorted to the king’s throne room and she gasped when she glimpsed her image in the reflection of the polished stone floors.
The room was filled with the rich fragrances of sandalwood, myrrh, and cloves, mixed with an essence of musk. Her head spun with the overwhelming scents.
The king was dressed in royal robes of black silk and silver threads. Rings of gold and silver adorned his fingers each jewel sparkling with his movement as he drummed them against his ebony throne. He gave an elegant toss of his hair and it settled around his shoulders and across his bare chest. It was perhaps his most striking feature, trailing down to his waist.
A young woman swathed in a sheer sari of silver appeared behind him and whispered into his ear before she kneeled at his side.
The king stroked her hair like he would a kitten.
“The Lady of the Harem tells me that you, Tifa, are the hellion who gave my guards a considerable amount of trouble upon your capture,” he said. “For a woman that is quite a feat.”
Tifa held her tongue, going through the information on protocol that the eunuchs gave her.
“Do you not speak?”
“I speak, King Sephiroth. However, the words that would come out would be considered impolite and I’m certain most have been condemned to death for saying things less offensive.”
“I command you to speak your thoughts, no matter how much they defy protocol,” Sephiroth smirked.
“Your guards and the common soldiers are ill trained, uncouth, and an embarrassment to the country. I defeated a score of them without a weapon. If they had the training of the elite guards you keep around the palace, the ones that managed to capture me, the Empire would be one to reckon with.”
“Many of the common soldiers were trained by the former sultan,” Sephiroth said, “not by me. They are fodder for the masses. Let the enemy think you are weak and when they draw close enough, you show your true forces and crush them. You take them when their arrogance overrides their common sense and when they are truly vulnerable.”
Tifa blinked.
“Is that not an effective strategy?”
Tifa frowned.
“Do not frown,” Sephiroth said. “There are many more expressions on your face that I would prefer. A smile or perhaps even your face twisted in the throes of pleasure.”
Tifa glared and that elicited a laugh from the king.
“Prepare her for my chambers,” Sephiroth commanded.
“But, girls of the harem undergo at least six months of preparation for your bed,” his grand vizier sputtered from the side. “You may not be pleased with her current state.”
“I want something fresh,” Sephiroth said. He looked to the lady at his side, “See that she is ready for this evening, Lady Aerith.”
“As you wish my king,” she said with a bow. She rose gracefully and motioned for the guards to follow her, with Tifa in tow.
When they were clear of the throne room, Aerith turned to Tifa. “You’re not a virgin.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“You have no idea what awaits in the king’s chambers.”
“Sex, right? It’s been a while, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Yes,” Aerith said, “but the king is particularly well endowed. Only women who can handle him are chosen for his bedchamber.”
“I don’t plan on being here later this evening,” Tifa said. “I’m getting out of here.”
Aerith whispered, “Lower your voice or else the guards will hear.”
Tifa nodded and regarded the woman with a degree of respect. She could have told the guards outright of her plans for escape.
“Regardless, I’ll have to prepare you as if you were to enter the king’s chambers,” Aerith said quietly.
“I can do that,” Tifa said.
“Be warned though,” Aerith said as they entered a large room. “The harem is a maze that few have escaped. You may plot your escape while you dine with the others.”
Dozens of women filled the room, reclining on small cushions that lined the floor. Their gauzy fabric left little to the imagination. Half eyed Tifa with unveiled suspicion, while the other half simply looked bored.
Aerith signaled to the eunuchs to begin serving the food and settled herself down near a table, motioning Tifa to do the same.
Dishes of grilled quail, poached fish, pickled cucumbers, baked pilav, chopped tomatoes, and yogurt with garlic were placed along a table in the center of the room. Dessert followed with almond honey cakes, jellied apricots, juicy oranges, and fresh peaches.
“I’ve never seen such food,” Tifa said between bites.
Aerith nibbled on an apricot. “It is a perk of living at the palace. You do not go hungry.”
“Beats serving drinks or scrubbing floors to get food,” Tifa said.
“Is that what you did for a living?”
Tifa nodded. “Mostly.” She watched the rotation of the guards in the room, imposing in their presence, but subtle. They had a routine in their movements.
“Your gaze is intense,” Aerith commented, “much like the king when he is plotting strategy.”
“Don’t compare me to him,” Tifa said.
“I merely speak truth,” Aerith replied.
Tifa folded her arms and worked out a plan in her mind.
“You have a triumphant gleam in your eyes,” Aerith said, smothering a smile.
“Not like the king’s I hope,” Tifa muttered.
“No,” Aerith said. With a smile, “His eyes flash green; yours are more a flicker of gold.”
“I need a distraction,” Tifa murmured.
“I can provide that,” Aerith said.
“Why are you helping me?”
“Often it is the wildflower that needs the help of a practiced hand to thrive in an environment that is best suited to their needs,” Aerith said.
“How will you distract the guards?”
Aerith stood, raised her arms above her head and clapped. Musicians stood at attention and she walked to the center of the room. She cast a sly glance to Tifa before she motioned to the musicians with a twirl of her hands and wrists.
Her body swayed with the dexterity of a serpent, as she circled her hips, shifting them, lifting them one at a time. The stones beneath her feet became soft as the sands and the flickering lamps of the room grew dim as the musicians played a haunting ballad. Her hands formed carefully practiced mudras, executed without thought, flowing from her like the water.
Though she was entranced by the dance, Tifa forced her gaze elsewhere and slipped out of the room as the guards were distracted. She hugged close to the walls, staying within the shadows, moving as if she could melt into them.
She pressed against a pillar when a guard rounded a corner. Flexing her hands she ran to a window on the opposite wall, pulling down the curtain as the guard went for his sword. She whipped the fabric around her head, hiding her body so that when she kicked through the curtain the guard could not see her foot coming. It knocked him senseless, causing his sword to clatter to the ground. Tifa twirled around, catching the guard’s body in the curtain, the momentum tossing his prone body on the balcony window.
She snatched up the sword and ran down the hallway, stopping as it descended into darkness. Raising the sword she charged forward, skidding to a stop at the sound of applause. Slow claps echoed in the hallway and Tifa slowly circled, trying to ascertain where the sound originated.
“Very impressive,” a familiar voice purred. “But, how are you in the darkness?”
“Stay out of my way and you won’t get hurt, your highness,” Tifa growled. “I won’t take it easy on you.”
“I am counting on that,” he chuckled.
Tifa swung to her left and metal clanged against each other. She pushed back and swung again, parrying an attack that pressed her to the wall. She ducked and ran toward a faint light. Rolling on the ground she felt a rush of air pass over her head and she swept her leg behind her. Hearing a grunt after her leg made contact she leapt up and continued running. The light revealed an ornately decorated room and she tried for the doors, cursing when she found them locked. She slashed the sword at the lock, cursing again when it became stuck in the door. Whipping around she raised her fist and settled into a fighting stance.
Sephiroth took his time to enter the room. He rested his sword against the wall, with no worry that the woman he faced could handle its weight in a fight.
“How did you know where I was?”
“I anticipated your movement,” Sephiroth responded. “I asked myself what I would do and where I would go. It pleases me to see that I was right. However, I did not anticipate that you would enlist the aid of Lady Aerith.”
“My plans are my own,” Tifa said. “No one else was involved.”
Sephiroth folded his arms and regarded her with an approving nod.
Tifa settled deeper into her stance and looked to the rest of the room, the shock of it caused a twitch that jolted her body. “Where am I?”
“One of my chambers,” Sephiroth said. He kept a wary eye on Tifa as he drew the doors closed, locking the only other exit out of the room. “You’ll be staying here for the evening.”
“I don’t think so,” Tifa said.
Sephiroth adjusted the metal bands around his arms and tossed his hair, pausing to remove the rings on his fingers. He dropped the rings to the floor and smirked when Tifa charged.
Ready for the attack, Sephiroth sidestepped her charge and looped an arm around her waist, drawing her against him. The more she struggled, the stronger a grip he was able to maintain. When she tried to go limp in his arms, to drop out of his grasp, he was ready for her and leaned against the wall, holding tight to her. His lips brushed her ear and his words were warm cream, “You may be strong, but I am stronger.”
Tifa struggled against him for several minutes, chest heaving with each frustrated breath she took. She sagged against him, trying to plot another escape, startling when hardness pressed against the small of her back.
“Why are you fighting to go back to hardship?”
“I’m fighting to escape,” Tifa growled.
“Escape to where? There is no man that warms your bed, no children that burden your skirts, and no riches of which to rely,” Sephiroth said. He nibbled on her earlobe, smiling when she arched against him. “Am I truly that awful?”
“I’m a prisoner,” she said softly.
“You’re more a prisoner outside my walls,” Sephiroth said. “The men of my realm do not think highly of women. No doubt you have had trouble with them. Stay in the palace and be free of them.”
“You’re one of them,” Tifa countered.
“Then convince me otherwise,” Sephiroth offered. “I am not averse to learning. In fact, I embrace it.”
Tifa felt his grip loosen and was about to spring free when she was gently embraced.
“You’re tense,” Sephiroth said. “Haven’t you been held before?” When Tifa didn’t respond he rubbed her sides, slipping his hands beneath fabric to rub her skin. “Haven’t you ever been worshipped?”
Tifa closed her eyes and shook her head. She gasped when one of his hands cupped her left breast, his palm impossibly warm as he rubbed her.
His fingers dug into the hollow of her inner thigh, massaging soft skin before parting her between her legs, seeking the pearl that would be her undoing. He thrust his fingers into her, savoring each writhe as his thumb found the spot he sought. He flexed his hand, grinding it into skin and she moaned with pleasure. Skin pulsed around his fingers and he kissed her neck, tasting the quickening of her pulse. He pulled away, strands of her hair sticking to his lips.
Her chest heaved and nipples hardened against him. He carefully turned her around, pressing her against the bed. Nipples rose to meet his tongue and he suckled them while his fingers continued flex within her.
She cried out at the sensations and felt as if her body would be torn in two.
Sephiroth licked up her chest to claim her lips, swallowing her cries with his mouth. He pulled away and rolled onto his back, carrying her with him so that she nestled in the cradle of his thighs.
Her body ached like she was being consumed by slow burning fire as he rubbed her legs.
“Shall I continue?”
She breathed heavily above him, eyes widening as he pressed against her.
“Don’t stop.”
He rolled so that he straddled her, pinning her arms above her head. His fingers went into her once again, this time, stretching the tissue. Gradually its taut nature expanded as Tifa grew wet beneath his touch, allowing him to move deeper, stretching her out.
He pressed his tip against her and bent low to kiss her breasts before her pushed into her. He gave her a kiss so erotic that when he thrust into her she moaned around his tongue, biting his lip when she felt the pinpricks of pain between her thighs. He probed deeper and gave a quick thrust. Her muscles tightened around him and he grunted. He wiggled his thighs and she cried out. Patiently he waited for her to relax before her pushed a little deeper. He stayed within her, moving back and forth slowly so that she could grow accustomed to his size. Each movement elicited tiny whimpers of pleasure pain.
When he could take it no longer he quickened his pace, eyes smoldering as he watched her breasts quiver with each movement of his body. She bucked against him and he felt her body spasm. He cried out and released into her, pleasure wracking his body as icy blue haze dotted the edges of his vision.
Tifa cried out and her body burned from within, lightning dancing beneath her skin.
Sephiroth pulled out and rested against her, pillowing his head against her breasts. His hair stuck to her sweaty body and when he licked the salt from between her breasts she shivered. His body tingled with power and his eyes glowed.
Just when he was about to go on, a soft knock interrupted another advance. “You’re early, Lady Aerith.”
“You’ll thank me later, your highness.”
Sephiroth kissed Tifa’s lips one last time before he rose. “Rest well.”
Aerith bowed her head when the king unlatched the door. When he left the room she went over to Tifa, a bowl of cool water and a cloth in her hands.
Tifa looked to her blearily, her body tingling with the sky’s fire. “I feel…”
“I know,” Aerith said. She kneeled beside the bed, dipped the cloth into the water and dabbed Tifa’s forehead. “King Sephiroth is indeed blessed, but he must release outside of battle to maintain his strength. Those lucky enough to be at the end of that release gain strength as well.”
“I see,” Tifa said faintly.
“You will see more, in time,” Aerith said. “For now, rest will do you well.”
Tifa squinted at Aerith. “Are you glowing?”
Aerith put her hand over Tifa’s eyes, chanting softly to lull her to sleep. She stood and walked over to a vase of flowers, gently touched their petals and watched them bloom.
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: nudity, sex
Word count: 2,944
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa: Harem - "Hail to the king, baby."
Author’s Note: AU, harems researched from a variety of texts.
“Let us inspect her,” the eunuch commanded.
Attendants removed Tifa’s robe and Tifa didn’t move to cover her nakedness.
She held herself very still and forced her arms to her side, cheeks burning with embarrassment. If it weren’t for the guards outside the room, the ones that caught her in the first place, she’d fight her way out of the room.
The eunuch inspected her skin, checking for any blemishes that might rouse the king’s displeasure. He opened her mouth to check her teeth before he pressed his nose into the hollow between her arm and shoulder.
“What are you doing?!”
“I have to check for a pleasing scent,” the eunuch responded. His hands checked her breasts, as if to check their weight and he smiled when Tifa glared at him. “The gods have blessed you indeed.”
The eunuch signaled for Tifa to be laid on her back and her hips were elevated on a cushion. He spread her legs apart and jabbed two fingers into her. He ignored her whimper and licked his fingers. After a few moments he nodded in satisfaction, “She is moderately untouched and her taste is not displeasing. See that she is bathed immediately so that she may be presented to our king. Attendants shall be provided to her.”
They scrubbed her skin with a loofah until it was new and pink, and then they rinsed her breasts in rose water, rubbing the petals into her skin.
They washed her hair with goat’s milk soap powder and a clove-scented rinse made of colorless henna that left her hair shining. Her hair was combed out, brushed to a glossy sheen as lustrous as the mane of the king’s favorite horse. Her hands and feet were soaked in hot soapy water that smelled of mint.
Bright red henna was dissolved in a mix of brewed chamomile to create a paste. Each fingernail and toenail had it applied by a fine brush. Her eyebrows were plucked to ensure immaculate arches and a maidservant applied kohl to the upper and lower parts of her eyes so that they were rimmed with a sultry darkness.
She was escorted to the king’s throne room and she gasped when she glimpsed her image in the reflection of the polished stone floors.
The room was filled with the rich fragrances of sandalwood, myrrh, and cloves, mixed with an essence of musk. Her head spun with the overwhelming scents.
The king was dressed in royal robes of black silk and silver threads. Rings of gold and silver adorned his fingers each jewel sparkling with his movement as he drummed them against his ebony throne. He gave an elegant toss of his hair and it settled around his shoulders and across his bare chest. It was perhaps his most striking feature, trailing down to his waist.
A young woman swathed in a sheer sari of silver appeared behind him and whispered into his ear before she kneeled at his side.
The king stroked her hair like he would a kitten.
“The Lady of the Harem tells me that you, Tifa, are the hellion who gave my guards a considerable amount of trouble upon your capture,” he said. “For a woman that is quite a feat.”
Tifa held her tongue, going through the information on protocol that the eunuchs gave her.
“Do you not speak?”
“I speak, King Sephiroth. However, the words that would come out would be considered impolite and I’m certain most have been condemned to death for saying things less offensive.”
“I command you to speak your thoughts, no matter how much they defy protocol,” Sephiroth smirked.
“Your guards and the common soldiers are ill trained, uncouth, and an embarrassment to the country. I defeated a score of them without a weapon. If they had the training of the elite guards you keep around the palace, the ones that managed to capture me, the Empire would be one to reckon with.”
“Many of the common soldiers were trained by the former sultan,” Sephiroth said, “not by me. They are fodder for the masses. Let the enemy think you are weak and when they draw close enough, you show your true forces and crush them. You take them when their arrogance overrides their common sense and when they are truly vulnerable.”
Tifa blinked.
“Is that not an effective strategy?”
Tifa frowned.
“Do not frown,” Sephiroth said. “There are many more expressions on your face that I would prefer. A smile or perhaps even your face twisted in the throes of pleasure.”
Tifa glared and that elicited a laugh from the king.
“Prepare her for my chambers,” Sephiroth commanded.
“But, girls of the harem undergo at least six months of preparation for your bed,” his grand vizier sputtered from the side. “You may not be pleased with her current state.”
“I want something fresh,” Sephiroth said. He looked to the lady at his side, “See that she is ready for this evening, Lady Aerith.”
“As you wish my king,” she said with a bow. She rose gracefully and motioned for the guards to follow her, with Tifa in tow.
When they were clear of the throne room, Aerith turned to Tifa. “You’re not a virgin.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“You have no idea what awaits in the king’s chambers.”
“Sex, right? It’s been a while, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Yes,” Aerith said, “but the king is particularly well endowed. Only women who can handle him are chosen for his bedchamber.”
“I don’t plan on being here later this evening,” Tifa said. “I’m getting out of here.”
Aerith whispered, “Lower your voice or else the guards will hear.”
Tifa nodded and regarded the woman with a degree of respect. She could have told the guards outright of her plans for escape.
“Regardless, I’ll have to prepare you as if you were to enter the king’s chambers,” Aerith said quietly.
“I can do that,” Tifa said.
“Be warned though,” Aerith said as they entered a large room. “The harem is a maze that few have escaped. You may plot your escape while you dine with the others.”
Dozens of women filled the room, reclining on small cushions that lined the floor. Their gauzy fabric left little to the imagination. Half eyed Tifa with unveiled suspicion, while the other half simply looked bored.
Aerith signaled to the eunuchs to begin serving the food and settled herself down near a table, motioning Tifa to do the same.
Dishes of grilled quail, poached fish, pickled cucumbers, baked pilav, chopped tomatoes, and yogurt with garlic were placed along a table in the center of the room. Dessert followed with almond honey cakes, jellied apricots, juicy oranges, and fresh peaches.
“I’ve never seen such food,” Tifa said between bites.
Aerith nibbled on an apricot. “It is a perk of living at the palace. You do not go hungry.”
“Beats serving drinks or scrubbing floors to get food,” Tifa said.
“Is that what you did for a living?”
Tifa nodded. “Mostly.” She watched the rotation of the guards in the room, imposing in their presence, but subtle. They had a routine in their movements.
“Your gaze is intense,” Aerith commented, “much like the king when he is plotting strategy.”
“Don’t compare me to him,” Tifa said.
“I merely speak truth,” Aerith replied.
Tifa folded her arms and worked out a plan in her mind.
“You have a triumphant gleam in your eyes,” Aerith said, smothering a smile.
“Not like the king’s I hope,” Tifa muttered.
“No,” Aerith said. With a smile, “His eyes flash green; yours are more a flicker of gold.”
“I need a distraction,” Tifa murmured.
“I can provide that,” Aerith said.
“Why are you helping me?”
“Often it is the wildflower that needs the help of a practiced hand to thrive in an environment that is best suited to their needs,” Aerith said.
“How will you distract the guards?”
Aerith stood, raised her arms above her head and clapped. Musicians stood at attention and she walked to the center of the room. She cast a sly glance to Tifa before she motioned to the musicians with a twirl of her hands and wrists.
Her body swayed with the dexterity of a serpent, as she circled her hips, shifting them, lifting them one at a time. The stones beneath her feet became soft as the sands and the flickering lamps of the room grew dim as the musicians played a haunting ballad. Her hands formed carefully practiced mudras, executed without thought, flowing from her like the water.
Though she was entranced by the dance, Tifa forced her gaze elsewhere and slipped out of the room as the guards were distracted. She hugged close to the walls, staying within the shadows, moving as if she could melt into them.
She pressed against a pillar when a guard rounded a corner. Flexing her hands she ran to a window on the opposite wall, pulling down the curtain as the guard went for his sword. She whipped the fabric around her head, hiding her body so that when she kicked through the curtain the guard could not see her foot coming. It knocked him senseless, causing his sword to clatter to the ground. Tifa twirled around, catching the guard’s body in the curtain, the momentum tossing his prone body on the balcony window.
She snatched up the sword and ran down the hallway, stopping as it descended into darkness. Raising the sword she charged forward, skidding to a stop at the sound of applause. Slow claps echoed in the hallway and Tifa slowly circled, trying to ascertain where the sound originated.
“Very impressive,” a familiar voice purred. “But, how are you in the darkness?”
“Stay out of my way and you won’t get hurt, your highness,” Tifa growled. “I won’t take it easy on you.”
“I am counting on that,” he chuckled.
Tifa swung to her left and metal clanged against each other. She pushed back and swung again, parrying an attack that pressed her to the wall. She ducked and ran toward a faint light. Rolling on the ground she felt a rush of air pass over her head and she swept her leg behind her. Hearing a grunt after her leg made contact she leapt up and continued running. The light revealed an ornately decorated room and she tried for the doors, cursing when she found them locked. She slashed the sword at the lock, cursing again when it became stuck in the door. Whipping around she raised her fist and settled into a fighting stance.
Sephiroth took his time to enter the room. He rested his sword against the wall, with no worry that the woman he faced could handle its weight in a fight.
“How did you know where I was?”
“I anticipated your movement,” Sephiroth responded. “I asked myself what I would do and where I would go. It pleases me to see that I was right. However, I did not anticipate that you would enlist the aid of Lady Aerith.”
“My plans are my own,” Tifa said. “No one else was involved.”
Sephiroth folded his arms and regarded her with an approving nod.
Tifa settled deeper into her stance and looked to the rest of the room, the shock of it caused a twitch that jolted her body. “Where am I?”
“One of my chambers,” Sephiroth said. He kept a wary eye on Tifa as he drew the doors closed, locking the only other exit out of the room. “You’ll be staying here for the evening.”
“I don’t think so,” Tifa said.
Sephiroth adjusted the metal bands around his arms and tossed his hair, pausing to remove the rings on his fingers. He dropped the rings to the floor and smirked when Tifa charged.
Ready for the attack, Sephiroth sidestepped her charge and looped an arm around her waist, drawing her against him. The more she struggled, the stronger a grip he was able to maintain. When she tried to go limp in his arms, to drop out of his grasp, he was ready for her and leaned against the wall, holding tight to her. His lips brushed her ear and his words were warm cream, “You may be strong, but I am stronger.”
Tifa struggled against him for several minutes, chest heaving with each frustrated breath she took. She sagged against him, trying to plot another escape, startling when hardness pressed against the small of her back.
“Why are you fighting to go back to hardship?”
“I’m fighting to escape,” Tifa growled.
“Escape to where? There is no man that warms your bed, no children that burden your skirts, and no riches of which to rely,” Sephiroth said. He nibbled on her earlobe, smiling when she arched against him. “Am I truly that awful?”
“I’m a prisoner,” she said softly.
“You’re more a prisoner outside my walls,” Sephiroth said. “The men of my realm do not think highly of women. No doubt you have had trouble with them. Stay in the palace and be free of them.”
“You’re one of them,” Tifa countered.
“Then convince me otherwise,” Sephiroth offered. “I am not averse to learning. In fact, I embrace it.”
Tifa felt his grip loosen and was about to spring free when she was gently embraced.
“You’re tense,” Sephiroth said. “Haven’t you been held before?” When Tifa didn’t respond he rubbed her sides, slipping his hands beneath fabric to rub her skin. “Haven’t you ever been worshipped?”
Tifa closed her eyes and shook her head. She gasped when one of his hands cupped her left breast, his palm impossibly warm as he rubbed her.
His fingers dug into the hollow of her inner thigh, massaging soft skin before parting her between her legs, seeking the pearl that would be her undoing. He thrust his fingers into her, savoring each writhe as his thumb found the spot he sought. He flexed his hand, grinding it into skin and she moaned with pleasure. Skin pulsed around his fingers and he kissed her neck, tasting the quickening of her pulse. He pulled away, strands of her hair sticking to his lips.
Her chest heaved and nipples hardened against him. He carefully turned her around, pressing her against the bed. Nipples rose to meet his tongue and he suckled them while his fingers continued flex within her.
She cried out at the sensations and felt as if her body would be torn in two.
Sephiroth licked up her chest to claim her lips, swallowing her cries with his mouth. He pulled away and rolled onto his back, carrying her with him so that she nestled in the cradle of his thighs.
Her body ached like she was being consumed by slow burning fire as he rubbed her legs.
“Shall I continue?”
She breathed heavily above him, eyes widening as he pressed against her.
“Don’t stop.”
He rolled so that he straddled her, pinning her arms above her head. His fingers went into her once again, this time, stretching the tissue. Gradually its taut nature expanded as Tifa grew wet beneath his touch, allowing him to move deeper, stretching her out.
He pressed his tip against her and bent low to kiss her breasts before her pushed into her. He gave her a kiss so erotic that when he thrust into her she moaned around his tongue, biting his lip when she felt the pinpricks of pain between her thighs. He probed deeper and gave a quick thrust. Her muscles tightened around him and he grunted. He wiggled his thighs and she cried out. Patiently he waited for her to relax before her pushed a little deeper. He stayed within her, moving back and forth slowly so that she could grow accustomed to his size. Each movement elicited tiny whimpers of pleasure pain.
When he could take it no longer he quickened his pace, eyes smoldering as he watched her breasts quiver with each movement of his body. She bucked against him and he felt her body spasm. He cried out and released into her, pleasure wracking his body as icy blue haze dotted the edges of his vision.
Tifa cried out and her body burned from within, lightning dancing beneath her skin.
Sephiroth pulled out and rested against her, pillowing his head against her breasts. His hair stuck to her sweaty body and when he licked the salt from between her breasts she shivered. His body tingled with power and his eyes glowed.
Just when he was about to go on, a soft knock interrupted another advance. “You’re early, Lady Aerith.”
“You’ll thank me later, your highness.”
Sephiroth kissed Tifa’s lips one last time before he rose. “Rest well.”
Aerith bowed her head when the king unlatched the door. When he left the room she went over to Tifa, a bowl of cool water and a cloth in her hands.
Tifa looked to her blearily, her body tingling with the sky’s fire. “I feel…”
“I know,” Aerith said. She kneeled beside the bed, dipped the cloth into the water and dabbed Tifa’s forehead. “King Sephiroth is indeed blessed, but he must release outside of battle to maintain his strength. Those lucky enough to be at the end of that release gain strength as well.”
“I see,” Tifa said faintly.
“You will see more, in time,” Aerith said. “For now, rest will do you well.”
Tifa squinted at Aerith. “Are you glowing?”
Aerith put her hand over Tifa’s eyes, chanting softly to lull her to sleep. She stood and walked over to a vase of flowers, gently touched their petals and watched them bloom.