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It escalates.
Dream Sephiroth fucks Cloud until he’s full and round. He turns him around, onto his back. Once there, Cloud looks into the man’s eyes, feels the same kind of fear that usually causes him to wake. But that doesn’t happen. Sephiroth pushes Cloud’s legs open, hands firmly holding his thighs, and fucks into his pussy once more.
“Not doing too badly. I suppose this is the one thing a failure like you is good for— pleasing your superior.”
Cloud’s brain feels like mush. Sephiroth is talking to him, his deep voice bouncing around in Cloud’s ears until he can’t hear anything else. His pussy— swollen, overused, overstimulated— trembles under the pressure of Sephiroth’s dick. His body is overheating. He feels another orgasm sneaking up on him.
“I imagine this must feel incredible— fulfilling your purpose in life, giving up your soft, warm cunt for me…” Sephiroth snaps his hips forward, chuckling as Cloud comes just from that. “Can’t help it, can you? You were made for this. Your body, your mind, your soul… all made to submit to me.”
Sephiroth fucks Cloud through his shaky orgasm, speeding towards his own as he continues to take advantage of his enemy. He’s fast, he’s harsh. He comes deep while Cloud clenches and shivers around him, also coming from the sensation of his already stuffed womb receiving even more. Sephiroth fucks into him a few more times before pulling out; his cock, still hard, sits pretty in his hand as he strokes it languidly.
“Open your mouth, pet. I have a gift for you.”
When Cloud wakes up, his mouth is wide open, tongue sticking slightly out. He still has the decency to feel bad when he sneaks out of the tent to furiously masturbate— he comes once to the thought of their usual position, him on his stomach, and once more to the thought of Sephiroth’s cum in his mouth. He imagines how it must taste, and comes a third time, barely withholding a shameful moan.