Archive of Our Own

“So there I was,” Yuffie Kisaragi said with an over-enthusiastic wave of her hand, “Walking the sea of swirly, twirly gumdrops….”

“No, that - that never happened,” Aerith Gainsborough said emphatically. She shook her head resolutely, as if she couldn’t even bear to listen to more of Yuffie’s story. “That actually never happened.”

Yuffie continued to speak. “And then I passed through the seven levels of the -”

“Well, it’s possible it happened,” Tifa Lockheart said in a matter-of-fact tone. She leaned forward against the table and steepled her hands under her chin, much as if interested in the story. Yuffie, for lack of any good sense worth a damn, found her eyes instinctively trailing down to admire the way that her friend’s abundant chest squished against her forearms.

Framed by her strong biceps in a way that instinctively made her mouth water, Yuffie almost found it hard for her to continue her story - but only almost. The thing was, Yuffie was excellent at telling stories. She could effortlessly hook any girl into her narrative, she believed that with all of her soul and all of her body. She considered it a technique as vital as any other she’d ever learned, and knew that to be a fact.

“And then,” Yuffie said with buzzing excitement, “I walked through the Midgar Zone Seven Entrance Tunnel -”

“No, seriously, she’s making it up,” Aerith insisted. She looked over at Tifa as if she needed her to agree with her, as if she had a compulsion to make sure she was correct. “There’s no way any of those things are real.”

Tifa furrowed her brow a bit. “The Midgar entrance tunnel is -”

“How does any of the rest of that seem real!?” Aerith yelped. She smacked her palms down flat on the table they sat at and huffed. “Do you seriously think she got from Wutai to Midgar, which is like, what, half of the trip is like arid-whatever, by passing through the - uh - gumdrop forest? Really?”

Yuffie raised her finger. “Candy Cane Forest.”

Aerith waved her hand in dismay. “Don’t tell me you believe her.”

Tifa frowned and pursed her brow. “I’m not saying she’s truthful, but she does sound pretty convincing…”

Aerith gaped. “Tifa! You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“What?” Tifa looked left and right before shrugging. “She’s just kinda convincing, that’s it!”

Yuffie waggled her eyebrows. “I’m trained in all manners of deception.”

Aerith did not seem particularly amused in the slightest, and she proved that point by throwing one of her Fries at Yuffie’s face. That, of course, was known as a tactical blunder, because Yuffie caught it in her mouth and began to chew it down with methodical precision; happy for her free meal.

“Sometimes,” Aerith huffed as she plopped her chin into her hands, “You both give me… uh… conniptions.”

Yuffie nodded very, very seriously, and she said, “I don’t actually know what that word means, but it sounds pretty cool!”

Aerith sighed and hung her head in her hands just that much more. There seemed to be an almost exasperated aura in the air, and Yuffie couldn’t help but find it amusing. Aerith was entirely done with it, Tifa looked lackadaisically interested, and Yuffie was just there munching on whatever was left of the fries they’d purchased for the table.

Stuffing her face was always a good way to combat boredom, after all, even if her stories didn’t seem to be having the desired effect. There just wasn’t much to do, really. Junon wasn’t exactly a tourist destination for the group, and there wasn’t always a need for everyone to go sauntering around all the time. There they sat, half-bored and half-lackadaisical, yawning around a table without very much to do at all.

Aerith yawned to herself. “Where do you all think we’re going next?”

Tifa shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll know soon enough.”

“You mean, once Cloud knows, we’ll know?” 

There was something faintly sarcastic in Aerith’s voice - or maybe something wry, but Yuffie honestly wasn’t sure which it was. She wasn’t very good at telling those sorts of things apart. It seemed like the boredom was getting to her, too, making her a tiny bit irritated. Yuffie did not, of course, blame her: they’d been sitting on a Junon dock for the last three days, not doing very much at all.

“Isn’t that what I said?” Tifa replied, her head cocked in a way that was almost innocently adorable. Yuffie, as always, found that amusing. Tifa had an innocence to her manner that almost seemed to clash with her strong and tough bartender smarts.

Aerith pouted a bit. “Well, no.” 

“Oh.”

Yuffie raised her finger. “So, back to my story -”

Aerith glared. “Also no.”

Yuffie’s finger wavered. 

Before anything else could happen, before another word was spoken, a flash of blonde caught Yuffie’s eyes. Her gaze swivelled off to the left, finger still upraised; her twitch of the head attracted Tifa’s attention, who similarly looked over. Aerith was the last to notice, but it wouldn’t have mattered if she did earlier. But a moment later, Cloud Strife was sliding up alongside their table, looking about the same as always.

That was to say, shoulders too tight, back too straight, eyes too shifty. His hair looked almost as immaculately spikey as always, save for a single strand that appeared scorched; maybe he’d gotten into a fight, maybe he’d gotten into many fights, but Yuffie didn't know. None of the girls had been in his ‘party’ for the last set of requests on his hands, so they wouldn’t know.

“Well, well, well,” Yuffie said with a smirk and a grin. She planted her hands down flat on the table and leaned back in her seat, kicking the first two legs off the floor. “The prodigal son returns.”

Cloud looked at her oddly. “What?”

“She doesn’t know what she means,” Aerith said quickly, asi f to brush it over. She laced her chin into her hands a bit more dainty-like and flashed Cloud a smile. “Sooo. You’re back.”

“Welcome back,” Tifa greeted, polite and demure as ever.

“Hey,” said Cloud, his voice brusque and muted. Not without feeling, though. It might have been hard to tell sometimes, but Yuffie knew there was a heart beating around in there. “Uhm… Is everyone alright?”

Yuffie found it an improvement that he’d asked in the first place. For his efforts, he received a chorus of noises and grumbles from people that were tired of waiting, but didn’t have the willpower to say so.

“Right.” Cloud cleared his throat. He flicked something out of his pocket not even a moment later: a card, a letter, or something awfully similar to it, and presented it in a terse, almost insistent, manner. “I got this today. It was personally sent to me – well, us – by carrier Chocobo.”

Tifa leaned forward. “A personal request?”

“A mission?” Yuffifie asked as she swung her feet in an almost childlike manner.

“It’s… I’m not sure,” Cloud said at length. He hesitated, then offered the card over to Yuffie. “It’s for you.”

“For… me?” Yuffie’s words trailed off, halting with a hint of confusion. She took the card, and realize that it was a postcard. It was the exact sort of thing one would purchase if they were sending a letter back from vacation. This one had the picture of a sandy beach and a heavy sunset that cast rays upon rows of tanning beds. 

She didn’t need to see the Costa Del Sol name across the top to recognize where the postcard came from. Her curiosity remained piqued as she read the card over, eyes flowing over the neat, faint, and somewhat tiny, script. It wasn’t much, just a few lines in all, but it certainly made her lips twist up into a grin by the time she got to the bottom.

“Well?” Aerith said insistently. “What does it say?”

Tifa looked expectantly. So, too, did Cloud, but with a touch more focus. He’d read the letter already, and had no idea what it meant.

“It’s from Yorda,” Yuffie explained to the girls. “It says: The Costa Del Sol and its employees require the assistance of Wutai’s Single White Rose. The urgency is high, and the target is Red Bloom. PS – free tickets will be provided upon arrival. From: Yorda.” She cleared her throat. “The rest are some… uhm, meetup instructions. But, that’s it.”

“Wait,’ Aerith said quickly. “Wait – free passes to the hotel? For the day?”

“What does that mean?” Tifa asked Yuffie more directly, her hands steepled in front of her. “Red Bloom? White Rose?”

“No, seriously,” Aerith said insistently, “Free passes? Hotel? Costa Del Sol?”

“That’s what I was wondering,” Cloud followed. “Why are they asking for you? Why is it so… vague?”

“Passes! Hotel! Beach! Bikinis!” Aerith clapped her hands on the last word. “Guys!”

Yuffie leaned back in her seat a bit more and laughed the questions off. She felt blood start to rush down from her face and between her legs, which was as pleasant as it was aggravating. “They just need my help for something, you know? It’s a, uh, you know. A thing I do. Can do. Sometimes. Yeah.”

Cloud looked at her with a frown. “But what?”

“Yes, what?” Tifa asked. She was of the same mind as Cloud, and clearly, that mind was ‘suspicious’. “What if this is a trap? Yorda doesn’t speak like that.”

“W-well, it does if she’s talking in code,” Yuffie chuckled. She rubbed the back of her short, black hair, and fired off a charming – she hoped – grin. He continued to press her thighs together from where blood flowed to where it was not yet welcome. “It’s a ninja thing! Wutai stuff! Don’t worry about it.”

“…I don’t trust it,” Cloud said firmly. “I think it’s a trap.”

Yuffie sputtered a bit and puffed out her cheek. “It’s noooot. Trust me!”

Tifa scrunched up her face and furrowed her brow. “I don’t know. Why ask for you, specifically? This feels wrong.”

Yuffie continued to pout. “What’s wrong with asking for me, anyways? You know I’m a really top-rated ninja master, right? Seriously, I’ve passed all the tests, I – heck, I was the one that got into the Shinra Weapons Lab…!”

Not a single one at the table seemed invested in their words. Cloud was conferring with Tifa, and Aerith just seemed annoyed by it. Yuffie huffed and sighed and leaned against the edge of the table, her small, round face plopped into her hands. She knew, of course, what the message likely meant, and why she was wanted there – and her heart skipped a few beats too many.

“Look,” Yuffie interrupted as firmly as she could manage, “I have to accept it. I’ll leave right away, whether you all come with me or not.”

“I’m against it,” Cloud said at length. He looked into Yuffie’s eyes, then back around the table. “It seems like a pointless detour.”

Tifa hesitated. She looked between Cloud and Yuffie as if unwilling to necessarily abandon one over the other.

“Beach! Costa! Del! Sol!” Aerith reached out to positively shake Tifa’s shoulder. “Free tickets! Come on, we’re not seriously going to pass that up, right?”

“It’s a waste of time,’ Cloud chided in his usual, gentle manner – which was to say, without any flair and a deadpan delivery.

Tifa stared at Aerith’s hand on her bicep, then appeared to relent. “…I guess she’s not wrong. A beach day couldn’t hurt anyone, right?”

Cloud hesitated. “But we’re on a tight schedule.”

“One day, two days tops, that won’t kill anyone,” Yuffie insisted. She rose up from her chair, pressed her palms flat against the table, and bent at the waist. Her posture was forceful and not particularly lady-like. “You guys can hang out on the beach, and I’ll complete this, uh, important quest, and then we’ll go. Easy, peasy, barely any time wasted.

“Except for two days,” said Cloud.

“Yes, except for that,” agreed Yuffie. She grinned. “What do we have to lose?”

Cloud closed his eyes and shook his head. He seemed to come to a decision, but it wouldn’t have mattered one way or the other – Yuffie would go alone if need be. “…This had better be important, Yuffie.”

“It is.” 

Probably, her mind said.

“Trust me,” Yuffie finished, her lips pulled back into a broad, toothy, and perhaps a bit airheaded, grin.

Cloud sighed and nodded with reluctance. “I’ll go find Cid and ask him for a lift. You… you guys find the others. Tell them what’s going on.”

Yuffie clapped her hands together and offered a bow of her head. “Absolutely, Master.”

Aerith turned toward Tifa. She scooped her hands up into her own, cradled them, and said, “We’ve gotta go bikini shopping first thing!”

“What?” Tifa laughed awkwardly. “but I have a bikini. I don’t need another one.”

“Yes, you do,” Aerith insisted, her eyes shining. “And I’ve gotta help pick out the right one for you.”

Tifa hesitated. “But –“

Yuffie simply grinned and mentally fist-pumped. She knew exactly what the words on the postcard meant, and understood exactly why she would be wanted there – and that made it very difficult to control her pulse and damn-near impossible to stop the flood of blood down between her legs. 

She was happy, if nothing else, that Cid’s high-speed boat-plane would be able to get them over there in a jiffy. Otherwise, she might be as bad as an animal in a rut.

Cid’s High-Speed Boat-Plane had them there just as evening settled in to the sunside-beach. His vessel was fast, whipping across the coast and sea between them in just a few hours, so that they pulled into the Costa’s dock as the evening sun washed over the beach. Though not as fun as a full daytime beachside resort, there was plenty to do there at all times of the day – and as the lights of the shoreline reflected in the eyes of Aerith and Tifa, Yuffie knew they were just as excited to be there.

“It’s so beautiful,” Aerith said with a wistful sigh, her hands held in front of her as if she was returning to her garden for the first time in forever. 

“It looks as busy as before,” Tifa said with a softer laugh, clearly not sharing in her friends’ reverence. 

Cloud and Barret and the others just sort of milled about on the deck, not quite so enthused as the girls but certainly not necessarily bored. Cloud might not have known what to do himself on a beach without doing requests or some such, but Barret could probably find his entertainment somewhere. Yuffie was sure they’d find some mischief to get up to, even if it was collecting sea shells on some fetch quest.

“Well!” Yuffie declared all too proudly. “I’m going to, uh, I’m gonna go and complete my quest, so, uh, you know. Hit me up later – tomorrow – or something. I’ll find you, you know?”

Tifa looked over at her. “Just like that?”

Yuffie winked and shot off two finger-guns. “Just like that. Later!”

With a skip and a hop she was off the edge of the boat and down on the dock, ready to power-walk her way to her goal: the hotel-resort of the Costa Del Sol. The path was well-traveled and well-worn by many thousands of more tourists than herself, and though less busy in those evening hours,  it was only modestly so. There were many people about, to a point where a Ninja-like herself could fall and blend into any crowd.

That wasn’t hard for her, and especially not on the beach. Though her outfit was composed of clunky boots, beige short-shorts, and a fuzzy green ‘cropped’ top, it looked for all the world like beachside apparel. Her modest, short height, and her lean, svelte statute did not make her stand out very much at all. She could be as anonymous as she wanted, and weaved her way through the crowd without a single soul noticing her presence.

Or so she imagined.

Five minutes later and she was at the front desk of the hotel itself. A mere skip and shop, she liked to say, and there was on line to get to the reception during the evening. Check-ins were done, people had their rooms and keys, and Yuffie was the sole soul to plague the receptionist.

“Hey there!” She said. She leaned into the countertop with her fingertips. Her five-three height didn’t really let her lean quite as much as Barret could, and she did feel a tiny bit dwarfed right then. “I’m looking to buy some White Roses. Do you know where I can find some?”

The receptionist looked up at her and frowned, as if Yuffie had grown a second head. For a moment, and only a moment, Yuffie thought she’d read the instructions off the postcard incorrectly. It was only for that moment, because the receptionist opened her mouth – and then snapped it shut and did a double-take.

“Y-yes, there are many flower shops around here that have just what you’re looking for,” said the receptionist. She reached beneath the counter instead of toward the brochure rack behind her, then produced a laminated brochure for one of the local flower shops. Yuffie did not fail to notice that the side was taped shut. “I recommend this one, personally.”

“Thanks!” Yuffie winked for good measure. She surreptitiously slid the brochure over and picked it up, then cradled it in her hands. “I totally will.”

She slipped off away from the front hall and out of view of the security cameras. She dipped her way to the right, toward the restrooms, and popped her way inside – again, out of sight of any cameras. There was no one inside, which was all well and good. She pulled up the brochure, snapped the little bit of tape holding it shut, and unfolded it into three-sectioned cardstock.

In the center was a room key, standard and nondescript. Beneath it, written on the brochure with a washable magic marker, was a number: thirty-two. Grinning, Yuffie plucked up the key, memorised the number, and then washed it off with water from the sink. She tore up the brochure and threw it into the trashcan for good measure, then skipped off.

She avoided the cameras as best as she could as she slunk her way over to the room, but knew there was not much point. The Hotel was not a place for slackers, and they had a lot of VIPs that wouldn’t budge for safety. The cameras were unavoidable in many spots, so Yuffie simply moved as if she belonged there – so noticeable that it became unnoticeable.

Thirty, thirty-one, thirty… two, Yuffie counted in her head. The hallway was filled with ‘premier rooms’, the kind that took a pretty penny to rent. Certainly, above her pay – nonexistent as it was. Somehow, that only made it more exciting. There, thirty-two.

.She licked her lips; her heart was, again, pounding against her ribcage. Her blood was rushing down hard and fast now, making it a bit hard to think. Excitement was palpable, but she tried to push it down.

She cleared her throat. She slapped herself on her small, round cheeks, and set her shoulders back. “Cool, be cool, be chill, this is a mission, you’re getting ready for a mission. Relax.”

She took a deep, reassuring breath, and then moved to open the door. The key clicked in, the lock tumbled, and the knob turned. She opened the door with a faint knock, and then announced her presence with an even more faint, ‘Hellooooo?”

The door opened right up into the room, without any dips or divots to divert attention. Thus, she saw the three occupants almost instantly, and knew, just as instantly, who they were. That was, in an instant, three beautiful, gorgeous girls, three very familiar employees of the resort who Cloud and the Gang – Yuffie included – had helped on their last trip to Costa Del Sol.

Sitting on an armchair looking lackadaisical was Yorda herself, the writer of the postcard: faint, dainty, with a round face and chin of Italian descent, she was a very pretty girl. Her dark hair was cut short like Yuffie’s and absent of its usual white baseball cap, which rested on a nearby table. 

The rest of her was all smooth, flat, lean skin, svelte curvature, and ample breasts locked away in not one but two bikinis – a dark one beneath a sailor-striped one, presenting two sets of looping cords about her neck and shoulders. Her breasts were nowhere near large enough to warrant two levels of support, but big enough to enjoy all the same.

Her white shorts were traced by a red-ribbon, all set so close to the skin that for all the world presented an appearance nearly as suggestive as Yuffie’s. Her long, long legs seemed to go on for days, and one was currently crossed over the other in an elegant fashion. Yuffie, for all the world, resisted the urge to peel them apart and spread them wide.

Standing in front of Yorda, with her arms crossed over her chest as if upset, was Naomi. She was another fashion designer that Yuffie had helped out previously, and she looked just as beautiful then as she had before: buttery brown skin, red, curly hair, and a perfectly smooth complexion held together by a bandolier bikini and red shorts set over with a colourful vest.

The many articles of jewelry and golden bangles that adorned the woman’s body only highlighted the deep shade of her skin and the bounty of her curves. She was certainly more shapely than Yorda, and though both the girls were supremely attractive, one was chestier – and Yuffie could damned well appreciate that. The Ninja was a woman with an eye for beauty, and she knew gorgeous women when she saw them.

She was, thus, entirely pleased to notice that there weren’t just two bombshell fashion designers in there, but three; the third sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward in an aggressive posture, as if bitter about something. This one might have been the most classically beautiful of them all, if one was looking for baby-blue eyes and beach-blonde hair.

Her tits were surely the largest, and barely fit in her white-wrap bikini top. Her sarong and skirt combo about her bikini bottoms did not leave much to the imagination, and the gilded gold chain about her hips only highlighted just how perfect they were for holding onto. Yuffie was a connoisseur of the female form, and thus, she knew a perfect pair of natural handholds when she saw them.

Damn, heaven's damn, she swore to herself faintly. Three bombshells?! I’ve died and gone to heaven. Yesssss –

Already, she felt her heart rate picking up again. Already, she felt her blood racing once more. There she was, on a secret mission, called up to a secretive room where there were three bombshell fashion-girls. There was nothing she could even do to stop the blood from pumping straight between her legs, nor anything to prevent her shorts from tightening around her waist – filling out with the shape of something truly obtrusive.

The moment she stepped in, the moment she announced her presence, all three girls snapped jp. Naomi humped, clearly startled, like a skittish cat; Fran twisted her head around with a violent look upon her beautiful brow, as if annoyed and concerned; Yorda simply cocked her head with curiosity, then grinned like a cat that had gotten the cream. 

“E-excuse me?” Fran said. “Wait –“

“You’re – Naomi said, and spoke right over her friend. Both were ultimately unimportant, because at the same time, Yorda sprung up to her feet with an eager, happy grin upon her lips, a bright light within the depths of her eyes.

“Yuffie, hey!” Yorda greeted with overwhelming cheer. She sauntered right over to her, hips swinging, making Yuffie’s pulse skyrocket. “I’m so glad you made it!”

The beautiful lady wrapped her arms around Yuffie’s neck and pulled her in for a hug. Yorda was not tall and neither was Yuffie, so that had their chests squishing together in no time at all. Yorda’s hug was not gentle either, and was meant to be ‘as close as possible’ – and so, not for the first time, the Ninja was allowed to praise the beauty of two girls rubbing tits together.

It's the small thing s, she told herself.

Outwardly, she blurted, “Super happy to be here! Thanks for the, uh, invite, Yorda!”

Yorda kissed her on the cheek, all very friendly-like. Friendly, if it was normal to plant saliva and lipstick upon a friend’s cheek, or to squeeze them into a tight hug. The proximity of her body was cloying, the scent of her perfume was that of lilacs tinged with sea-salt, and she loved it.

She hugged back, nice and tight. Her hands were low upon Yorda’s back, just above the curve of her ass, and it took everything within Yuffie not to read all the way down and just squeeze. She knew that was probably improper in polite company. Which, of course, she couldn’t be sure she was in right then, but certainly, not something to just spring on a person.

From over Yorda’s shoulders, she could see the uncertain, confused, and hesitant looks upon Fran and Naomi’s faces. Still, Yuffie did not let them keep her down. She grinned as Yorda pulled away to shoulder’s length, then grinned some more as the beauty slipped back on light feet. Her socks dug into the carpeted floor while her hands swung behind her in an almost coquettish gesture.

“Thanks for being so fast,” Yorda said with an honest little giggle. “I can’t tell you how much we needed it.”

“It’s no biggie, no biggie at all,” Yuffie said with brimming self-confidence. She pressed her fingertips to her chest and nodded like any reasonable master of ninjutsu would. “I came as soon as I could.’

“Uh… yeah, thanks for, uh, getting here too fast,” Naomi finally spoke up. “Uhm…”

Fran smiled a bit tightly. “Yeah, thanks, uh, Yuffie. Erm –“ She glanced over at Yorda and cocked her head. “Could we talk for a sec?”

“Huh?” Yorda looked at her two friends. “What’s up?”

“I mean, in private?” Fran insisted, and gestured toward Yuffie.

Yuffie laughed under her breath.

“Oh – oh, I get it,” Yorda chuckled. “You guys are pretty surprised, right?”

Naomi looked at Yuffie, then at Yorda, then back again. Her smile was, in a word, awkward. “I, uh. Look, uh. Not to be that bitch, but when you said you knew someone who would ‘absolutely be able to help humiliate that bitch’, I didn’t think you meant, uh…”

Yuffie cocked her head as Naomi gestured plaintively.

Fran cleared her throat. “I – I know she’s part of the resistance too, but… is she really the one that’s supposed to help us…?

“H-hey, I know the plan, I get the situation!” Yuffie blurted out. She planted her hands on her hips boldly and looked at the other two girls with brimming self-confidence. “Scarlet’s in town, right? That’s the message? She’s back at the resort?”

The girls exchanged looks. It was Yorda that nodded and agreed. “She is. Got in just this morning, and we’ve been… uh, you know. Running around like headless chickens.”

“She’s a bitch,” Naomi stated.

“Such a bitch,” Fran deadpanned.

“Yeah, so, I totally get that, and I’m all-in on helping you guys take her down for good,” Yuffie said with a cheerful grin. “Trust me, I know the plan totally perfect. I mean, it’s not how I thought she’d go down – but it’s a good plan! I’d be happy to help.”

Again, they exchange looks. Yorda was the one to shrug at Yuffie apologetically. “Sorry, I think they’re just… surprised, a bit…”

“I-It’s fine,” Yuffie huffed. “But I mean – what, are you guys getting cold feet, or something? I thought you all wanted revenge for all those times Scarlet, uh, mistreated you guys here?”

She’d heard the stories, after all. The girls, who had been helping the ‘anti-Shinra Resistance’ out there on the coast, had only started doing so well after Scarlet’s arrival. The rich, well-bred head of the Shinra R and D labs and the WeaponsTesting and Research facilities, had been going there almost monthly through the seasons when she wanted to get away from work.

Or, so it was said. Yuffie didn’t know the particulars. What she did know was that the three fashionistas were forced to wait on Scarlet hand and foot, forced to beckon to her every whim no matter how degrading or how grueling. Yuffie had been told the horror stories of complying with Scarlet’s demands, ranging from ‘fresh spring waters’ from the mountains to drawing milk by-hand from animals to getting wines and liquors that were out of stock across the entire coastline in record time – to say nothing of other pursuits.

That, and the entire legion of security she carried with her, meant that assassination attempts were a bit off the menu. Even Yuffie would be unable to get into a room with her and get out safely. The three girls lamented their problems endlessly, and that had been that. Yuffie, with her own talents, had been unable to truly slay Scarlet, and lost her friend for her efforts. 

It was why, when Yorda had explained their silly, would-be plan to her about a month ago, Yuffie had valiantly ‘explained her resume’ and volunteered. And there Scarlet was, apparently having returned to the Costa Del Sol after cleaning up the mess back at Shinra HQ. It was a perfect opportunity for the girls’ revenge and Yuffie’s own triumphs.

Maybe that was why Yuffie was so confused when Naomi and Fran looked at her with suspicion.

“What?” Yuffie huffed. “Are you scared? Don’t you want to get back at her for mistreating you all those times?”

“It’s not that,” Fran said shiftily. “It’s just that – well, when Yorda said she knew someone that could help, I didn’t think she meant…”

She waved at Yuffie.

Yuffie looked down at herself. “Eh?”

“We expected someone more,” Fran apologized awkwardly. “We thought she meant, like… Cloud… or Berrett.”

She said the names almost dreamily, with a fantasy-like quality to them. Instantly, Yuffie pouted like a child and huffed like a miffed teenager. “E-excuse me, but I’m totally more than qualified for the job! Heck, compared to them, I’m overqualified! You know! C-Cloud hasn’t even gotten ass in like, since I’ve like, met him!”

Fran shuffled back, clearly surprised by the sudden outburst. “I mean, but he’s a guy, so –“

 “A-and I’m a professionally trained master-ninja! A Kunoichi!” Yuffie huffed. She planted one hand on her slim hip and raised the other up to show off her fingers, flicking them up one by one as she recounted her feats. “I had to go through years of intense physical training, you know! The kind that would make Barret flush!

Her fingers began to flick up one by one, emphatically flashed off by a shaking wrist. 

“I had to climb the Spirit of Wutai in less than an hour, without anything but my hands! I had to ascent the highest peak with only a cracker and a thimble of water! I spent seventeen days meditating under a waterfall, and then after that, I had to learn how to beat a Shinra combat mech with just a slingshot and a single rock!

Her fingers flashed until she had no fingers left on one hand, and moved to the other. “I had to balance a pole on my nose for three nights and three days! They dropped me off in a desert and told me to find my way back with only a piece of string! I once lived in my teacher’s walls for a week without him noticing! I–

Yorda reached out. She slapped one hand over Yuffie’s mouth, stopping her from continuing on her rant; the other pressed against her flat, toned belly for no reason other than because it could. She smiled apologetically at her friends while Yuffie continued to mumble, as if she could not be fully stopped.

“She’s very capable,” Yorda told her friends. They looked back suspiciously, as if the rant had only confirmed their thoughts. “Trust me, I wouldn’t play around with this sort of thing.”

“Look, it’s just that –“ Fran started, but was cut off by a firmer, more irate, Naomi. 

“…Scarlet’s not a pushover,” Noami deadpanned. “We think we need someone that’s built, you know, like Cloud or Berret, if we’re going to pin the bitch down. And she’s like, one of those women-women, you know? She’s a size-queen slut. We need the best.”

Yuffie pouted even more. “ Whahuha ?”

The hand on her mouth tightened, muffling her further. Yorda gestured out with the other hand, then patted Yuffie’s belly for good measure. “Trust me, there’s a lot of, uh, energy in this tank! More than enough to satisfy Scarlet!”

“Look, not to be that girl, but the plan was to insert an agent that Scarlet will totally salivate over,” Fran said in a shifty voice, “Someone that she actually wants to fuck, right? And someone that can fuck her brains out as literally as possible, right, so that she’s fuck-drunk mess, ok?”

Naomi nodded. “I don’t think Yuffie’s gonna be holding her head down while rearranging her nervous system… I mean, not to be rude, but yeah. She’s like. Five-two. And a girl.”

“ Fivethruheee !” Yuffie mumbled behind the hand.

Again, Yorda just shrugged. “A-All I can say is that, like, Yuffie is super qualified for this. And I mean that! I’ve, uh, you know, I’ve got personal experience with this, so I know it’s true. And, like, the fact that she’s just a tiny little girl –“

Yuffie whined protestfully. “ Hwwahh ??”

“-Makes it better! Scarlet will never see it coming. She’ll literally be blindsided! Fooled! Bamboozled, even!”

A pause. Fran and Naomi crossed their arms, clearly not believing it. Yorda cleared her throat and removed her hand from Yuffie’s mouth – now slick with saliva – and wiped it upon Yuffie’s sleeve.

“You don’t have to take my word for it, though,” Yorda then said. She again patted Yuffie’s belly, then drew her fingers down to pluck at the first button of her shorts – popping it just a bit, revealing the bigger impression of a bulge within. Yuffie noticed the gesture and felt her heart rate pick up; she did not dare say more. “You can just see for yourselves, you know. I mean, we’ve got time, that’s why we’re here…?”

Yuffie looked at the other two girls hopefully. Fran looked to Naomi, who looked back at Yuffie in a sort of triangle shape. 

Eventually, Naomi cleared her throat. “Personal experience, huh?”

“Yeup,” Yorda popped off. “She’s good.”

“Hm. Okay, fine, if you vouch for it… I guess I’m intrigued,” Noami drawled out, as if enunciating the topic line for a thesis. She stepped forward and began to saunter over to Yuffie, who couldn’t have been more excited. “I guess she’s cute enough. Not my type, but… I can see it.”

Noami cocked her head and ran her fingers over Yuffie’s shoulders, then down along her waistline. Noami was certainly the taller of the two, and that put her tits near eye-level: a feast of chocolatey skin for the eyes. Yuffie couldn't have been more excited, honestly, and her body was buzzing with a warmth that felt almost illicit.

“Are you alright if I give you a test run, kid?” Naomi asked, her voice no longer irate or annoyed but rolling off of her tongue like honey from a stick. At the same time, Yorda stepped off to the side as if her work was done. 

“Oh, no, absolutely cool, totally fine,” the horny teen gushed out. She nodded rapidly, eager as could be. “Definitely cool, with, uh, a test run, yeup. Totally.”

Naomi grinned at her, and suddenly, she wasn’t a doubting, confused would-be spy, but a sexy, smarmy, attractive fashionista in a bikini. Her hands rolled down and hooked into Yuffie’s waistband, catching her throat; the other moved around to cup the back of her head, curling against black hair. 

“Then come with me, cutie,” Naomi all but purred, instantly dialing the charm up to eleven. It wasn't necessary at all, but a woman like Naomi would not do things by halves – and Yuffie was helpless to resist it. She stumbled along with the dark-skinned beauty’s backward step, allowing herself to be led whilst consuming the vision of femininity before her like a starving man. 

“Go ahead, satisfy that curiosity,’ Yorda almost giggled, like a conspirator who knew the truth of a secret. She gestured to Fran, who vacated the bed to make room. “We’ll just watch here and stuff.”

Yuffie was more than fine With that sort of arrangement, and Was entirely focused on the hot, dusky-skinned babe pushing her down onto the edge of the bed. Naomi's grin was easygoing and infectious, her manner smooth and sinful. She had walked into this doubting Yuffie and she still clearly doubted her, but Yorda's word carried just enough weight for her to care enough to try. 

Yuffie did not care or mind so long as the promise of action was on the line. She licked her lips and flashed all of her teeth as she sat there upon the edge of the bed, legs modestly spread. Naomi and all of her sexy curves did not wait another moment. She moved fast, and was unafraid. Yuffie Expected nothing less from such a beautiful woman, and was more than happy when the Dusky beauty climbed up into her lap.

“All right, lover girl,” Naomi drawled in a manner that could have been teasing, “show me what you've got.”

“Absolutely,” Yuffie replied huskily. She leaned right in with little delay and moved straight in for a kiss. Granted, she could not be sure which of them moved first or who had the initiative, but once their lips pressed together it didn't matter. The ninja shoved her mouth right down and Covered those fine, plump lips on her own, and was impressed by just how soft they were.

Yuffie was Not the kind of girl who grew shy around women, and she definitely did not do things by halves. She did not hesitate to send her lips pushing up against that soft, heavenly mouth, nor to dig in and offered a hot, sultry suckle. She pushed in, head cocking, finding that gap between top and bottom, and sank her mouth into it. Naomi sighed into that touch; the Wutaian drank in the air and replaced it with a breathy husk.

Her hands were as bold and as shameless as her mouth. Now, there was nothing to stop her from grabbing onto that narrow waist and squeezed hard, without hesitation, digging a fraction of an inch into buttery almond skin. She pushed in and sent her hands rolling, sliding up along a narrow waistline and up across Naomi's back. She hit her shoulders, curled her fingers, and ran her left hand down across her spine, all fast and smooth.

The right hand remained to pluck at the corded ribbon of Naomi's vest, peeling her bindings off one by oneNaoaomi purred with surprise into her mouth; Yuffie responded By capturing her lower lip between her own and squeezing down hard, almost nipping at it. The woman groaned, and Yuffie dug in deeper, kissing, now, with open lips, rolling from one hot touch into another, and then another. 

Hot Breath began to wash out in heavenly little gasps, Each more pleasant than the last. Naomi adjusted and rolled into her lap, grinding down against the bulge of her dick. Her hands pulled upon Yuffie's shirt, getting it up over her sports bra and doing little else. Her touches were elegant, yes, but nothing like Yuffie's rough, raw pawing. With one hand, she completely unbound the women's colourful vest. With the other, she was right down against her ass, sliding over it without a second thought.

And, without a second though, she brought her hand down and swept it up; she slapped Naomi on the underside of her ass nice and hard, filling the room with a gentle thwap. More loud was the sound of Naomi's groan, surprise infecting its tones. Grinning, Yuffie pushed deeper into the kiss, her tongue dragging across a lower lip. Noami moved to meet her, lest she lose control; she was not ready for the tongue sparring to follow.

While Yuffie ran circles around Naomi's tongue, her hand dug and pushed into the scandalously-clad curve of the woman's delightfully round ass, pawing at it Without shame. She dug In hard, really kneading her way into copious girl-flesh. Cloth, fabric, none of that mattered anymore. She dug in hard, prompting Naomi to groan and buck her hips. Yuffie-s response was to bat a slimy tongue aside and planted her own inside, going straight for a sloppy mouth-lock.

“Oh, wait, Whoa,” Fran murmured, “she's got technique…?”

“She looks and acts like a goof,” Yorda agreed with a giggle, “But she's really not bad at all. Like, at all.”

Yuffie worked her tongue around the sticky contours of Noami's mouth, tasting her with curls and with pushes. Her hands pushed down, with one groping a fat ass whilst the other shoved itself down against her hips. Her white fingers cut across cloth and almond skin with equal vigour, finding their handholds wherever they wished. Naomi’s Body was a mountain chain to explore, and the Wutaian mapped it out with her greedy palms.

She pushed her hand down, guiding it around Naomi's ass and down between her legs; she began to grind up Into the cotton of her pants, making her partner squirm. Naomi moaned again, and Yuffie enthusiastically slurped on her skittle to replace it with some of her own. Her free hand rose and cupped that curly red hair, and, with ease, tangled down into the silken mass. 

She pulled, and when she did, Naomi moaned at her loudest. Yuffie used her convenient handhold to pull and tug while working her tongue around in syrupy, squelching arcs, pushing down and around to taste everything that she could and then some besides. If the woman wanted to get any sort of advantage or hoped her experience would lead her somewhere helpful, she was very much mistaken.

There was practically nothing she could do. For every push of her hands, Yuffie’s were there to grope twice as hard and twice as rough. Her fingers cut into deliciously dark skin while pawing at everything else with just that right amount of firmness to leave the senses sizzling. Naomi was left to groan and push her hips down, almost riding the woman’s lap - and she probably hadn’t even realized it.

Naomi clearly did not want to remain idle and on the back foot, especially not when Yuffie had one hand on her bikini-wrapped titty, digging into it like it was a stress ball at the gym; certainly not when Yuffie’s other hand was between her legs, rubbing circles into her shorts. The ninja could almost feel Naomi’s hunger to regain control, and that carried through in the way that she sent her fingers rolling down beneath Yuffie’s waistband.

Her fingers brushed against the bulbous rim of Yuffie’s cock, and that caused the ninja-girl to gasp ever-so-briefly. Maybe, Naomi got some sort of confidence out of that, because she shuffled her body from left to right and slipped down along Yuffie’s legs to sit only on her knees - and used the gap to truly pull on the girl’s pants. They were tight, though. The button had already been loosened up, and now the fly was down, but still, it was too tight.

Naomi sent her tongue sweeping forward, pushing back against Yuffie’s own; she sparred with it to the sound of wet squelches whilst pulling and tugging upon the hardness within her pants. She drew it out as best as she could and sent it flopping out into her dark palm. Between the gaps of their bodies, visibly to everyone else in the room, was a modestly-hard dick about six inches long; not too thick, not too large, and clearly constrained by the tight pants around it.

“That’s… what, that’s like a hand, that’s like six inches,” Fran said just beside them, her head cocked with confusion. She looked at Yorda rather pointedly. “Yorda, honey, you totally said it was bigger. You said you’d have a bitchbreaker to break the bitch. Remember?”

“Just keep watching,” Yorda chided. “Some people are growers, you know.”

Naomi’s hand wrapped around the hardness and pulled, quickly jerking it with her soft palm. Yuffie purred into the kiss, enjoying the sudden burst of delight that ran down her shaft and up into her nervous system. Her hands began to move more aggressively now, rising to clamp down upon two sets of pretty dark tits and squeezing them around in her lustful fingers - pushing, bending, kneading, without so much as a care.

Naomi pulled on the dick and purred into Yuffie’s lips, clearly realizing the size she was working with and finding confidence from it; six inches was six inches, and even if that was ‘big’ for the normal, average dainty schoolgirl, it wasn’t for them. She was confident in her ability to handle a dick of that size, and so sent her hand rolling up to the head, then down to the base, with a smug sort of twist . 

Then again, rising up, sending more blood rushing around, then down, then up. Only, this time, her ascent was longer, and took further to travel across the dick; Yuffie could almost taste the confusion within Naomi’s mouth. She chuckled into the kiss; the dark-skinned beauty faltered. Her hand pushed down, down to the base, then up again - and up some more, past the six-inch mark, into seven, then into eight. Down and up, with each pump drawing across more and more cock, all as it swelled in real-time.

“What,” Fran gasped, “The fuck? It - it’s not stopping!”

“I told you,” Yorda chuckled. “Grower, not a shower!”

Noami appeared stunned too. She gasped into the kiss as her hand nearly traveled twice the distance it had initially, moving up and up and up until it reached the top. This time, when she drew her palm down, the cock still flopped forward so that it thumped against her belly. Naomi gasped with surprise and pulled out of the kiss just to get a real, proper view of the dick between her legs - and her eyes went wide, saucer-large. 

“Wait a second, wait a second,” Noami said in a sudden series of surprised little huffs. She stared down at the dick between her legs with something like surprise and something like awe, and Yuffie enjoyed both expressions. “You’re… actually huge?”

Between Yuffie’s legs was, in fact, a ‘bitchbreaker’: ten inches of rock-hard, soda-can-thick dick. Big and raw and hard, a white-fleshed monster, certifiably kaiju-esque. Naomi was awed to see it, for she had begun with one thought in her mind and that had clearly been destroyed. Fran was shocked to see it, because she’d see it grow first-hand in bounds and sweeps. Only Yorda was smug, for she’d gone through it all before.

“M-maybe that’s just big enough,” Naomi said with a thick note of surprise.

“There’s no way,” Fran said with shocked delight. “Ten inches?! No, that’s gotta be big enough to break Scarlet!”

“I-It’s not just the size, it’s about how you use it,” Naomi insisted. She said the words while staring down at the cock as if mesmerized, and Yuffie found the view awfully ego-boosting. “Big doesn't matter as much as talent, you all know that…” 

Yuffie squeezed Naomi’s tits and chuckled. “Ya think?”

“Well, then, what are you waiting for?” Yorda chirped. She plopped her cute ass down on the arm rest of Fran’s chair, acting almost like a mischievous little shit. “Let her prove it to you. Have a test run. ”

“Right - right.” Naomi gulped. Her eyes were still wide, her lips parted, her breath coming out in shivers that made her tits wobble oh-so-appetizingly. “Gotta make sure this, uh, our girl here knows how to actually use this, uh, pipe… ”

“You sound nervous,” Yuffie purred. She reached around and pushed down Naomi’s bikini top, peeling it off the gorgeous swells of her dark tits. They were a wonderful size, somewhere around D’s or doubles, capped with stiff, rubbery nipples. “Sure you can handle it?”

Naomi laughed, then. “Girl, I handle entire volleyball teams of dudes. I’m worried you won’t be able to keep up.”

“Well, gosh, ” Yuffie drawled without any sincerity at all, “since you’re so experienced… ”

She swept around, pulling on Naomi’s weight as if it was nothing. The older woman gasped; she clamped her hands down upon Yuffie’s shoulders as the sudden flex of strength propelled her upward. It took nothing at all for Yuffie to stand them up, carrying the woman’s weight with ease, and then to twist them around, so that she shoved the dark-skinned beauty straight down onto her back like a mere piece of meat.

Naomi gasped out, throwing out a few words of surprise; Yuffie, however, moved with purpose, in her half-naked, socks-and-sports-bra glory. She grabbed onto Naomi’s bikini bottoms and shorts at the same time and pulled, drawing the cloth down around her hips in an easy gesture. At the same time, Naomi helpfully yanked her legs up, helping to draw it all down. One rough tug later and a single leg was free, allowing the ninja to discard the clothing and leave it dangling around Naomi’s ankle.

“Gorgeous,” Yuffie purred. She grabbed Noami by the shoulders and shoved her down flat into the sheets, stopping her from even moving. Her hands were rough and hard and easily pinned the woman down beneath her like a cheap piece of meat, like any other normal slut she could find living anywhere. Only, this wasn’t an inexpensive piece of ass, and so she squeaked out her protestations.

It didn't matter. Yuffie leaned forward and slammed their lips together again, shoving her tongue down into the woman’s mouth with hungry ease. It took nothing to send it sliding and sweeping around, curling across the contours of a wet jawline with intimate ease. Her hands rolled down, sliding across a smooth, dark body, over the swells of tits and along the width of hips, bending it all around her hungry, questing fingers.

Naomi clearly did not want to be on the receiving end alone. She sent her hands up and scraped them across a flexing belly, then down along Yuffie’s hips. Her own pelvis bucked up, sliding herself halfway against the truncheon of a cock. She reached out and grabbed it, fingers surrounding the pillar of thickness, and sent it slapping against her own skin. 

Yuffie chuckled into the kiss. Her hands moved down to grab Naomi’s legs behind the knees and pushed, driving them down to the sides - spreading them artificially, making room for her hips to roll downward. The raw, rubbery length ground across folds that were surprisingly wet, making Yuffie’s work much easier. Naomi’s hands struggled to gain authority and push the dick down themselves, as if that would - somehow - grant her leverage.

A tongue rose up to batter against Yuffie’s, as if that, too, could win their contest. Yuffie could admit that the woman knew what she was doing: she was a damned good kisser and really fun when she pumped her hands up and down the shaft she was aligning. She had considerable talent and would not just lay back with her legs spread. Still, there wasn’t much she could do when the Ninja had her pinned down, was on top, and her dick poised.

The head brushed across her slit, then pressed against it with determination; Naomi held it there while Yuffie pushed with her hips, rolling with effortless simplicity. Her shaft pushed, her waist dipped, and her stomach curled. It took nothing at all to send her dick thrusting down right then and there, without so much as a second thought. A single push, roughshod and eager, and the ninja carelessly sent her dick diving down.

She didn't have to hesitate and she very much did not hold back in that regard. She was horny, Naomi was lustful, and Yuffie had always wanted to bang her brains out. She couldn’t help but to start sliding her hips down, to start working her dick into the hot, clamping vice of her Fashionista pussy. There was no hesitation there, nothing but the fluidity of sex made real. Cockmeat began to burrow forward, and everyone knew it.

“Oh, she’s just going for it?” Fran asked. “What about the foreplay? What about…?”

“Naomi doesn’t need foreplay,” Yorda chuckled. “See how she’s bucking her hips? She’s practically in heat!”

Yuffie grunted into the kiss, and tasted Naomi’s moan. That was bound to happen when Yuffie began to so skillfully roll her dick down into the wet, sopping heat of her snatch, her shaft driving down like the impaling spear that it was. It pushed into hot, tight, wet walls, with just enough glistening juice for it to be simple; but the ninja wouldn’t have been taken back by a lack of wetness, either.

No, her dick drove down into that wet heat without a care in the world, carefully working her dick down into that heat. Tightness surrounded her in an instant, and it was incredible. Narrow, squeezing, clamping, having clearly never been stretched out worth a damn - the perfect combo. Heat was omnipresent and oppressive, the kind of warmth that would make a normal person blow early.

Yuffie was no normal person. She husked into the kiss and rolled her hips around in a sharp, skilled sweep, grinding her shaft against tight inner muscles. Noami hissed and bucked her own hips up as if to get some sort of control; her hands pressed against Yuffie’s waistline as if to make a change or difference. She did not. She was kept pinned as Yuffie angled her waist around, ready to fuck.

Naomi moaned into the kiss when Yuffie sent her hips into a rhythmic roll, the kind of sweep that sent the bulk of her shaft - now only five inches deep - grinding away at her tight walls. The pushing, sliding motion was sure to hit sensitive spots and make a woman’s toes curl. Naomi hissed, though, and squeezed on Yuffie’s hips, as if prompting her to move.

Yuffie chuckled throatily. She pulled back from the kiss, hot and tender, and let her head dip backward. She suckled on a lower lip and nibbled with the edge of her teeth, all while rolling her hips in strong, tight arcs. The control over her body could not have been more clear; there was a very definite finesse to her movements that many would find hard-pressed to match.

“Shit,” Naomi hissed into her mouth, her voice breathy and low. “Not bad, girl. Not bad at all.”

“We’re just getting started,” Yuffie told her. “Wanted to give you a second to adjust before I pound you silly.” 

Naomi barked out a throaty laugh. “What, you really think that - “

She did not get the chance to say anymore, not when Yuffie pushed and yanked her cock free - drawing it out in a hard, gasp-inducing rush of motion. She pulled back in a way that made anyone want to groan, and she did so with a forceful twist. Her hands, too, pushed down on Naomi’s legs, urging them out of the way so that she could properly work her hips around.

“I do really think that,” Yuffie chuckled. Her eyes shone and glistened just as much as her teeth, which glinted in the light. “I’ve never had a girl tell me I’m a bad lay, you know, so I’m pretty confident I’ll have you cumming your brains out in a bit.”

Noami huffed wetly, her voice thick in her throat. “You can’t really -  Oh! ”

Yuffie knew how to work a cute girl around. She knew how to fuck hot women. She was pretty much an expert in that regard, and Noami, with her legs spread out around her, knees stuck and jammed into Yufifie’s hands, well, she didn’t have to hesitate with someone like that. Maybe Noami was a slut, maybe she wasn't, but it would not have mattered – the Wutaian knew what she was doing, and she was happy to do it.

Her hips, therefore, really held no qualm in rolling forward, in thrusting the thick, dese meat of her dick into that tight, fertile snatch ahead. Naomi’s moaning squeal was like music to Yuffie's ears, but not something that she really needed to worry herself with. She knew the girl could take it, and she was dead-set on working herself around as best as she possibly could.

She had a woman to convince, after all. If she didn't do well here, well, maybe they wouldn’t let her be part of the plan – and that would be a mighty shame. She had something to prove, and to do so, she sent her huge dick rolling forward, rutting it into that tight, tense heat of a woman’s cunt. Walls spread about her girth, stretching, swelling out around her thickness with ludicrous ease.

“Oh, holy shit!” Noami outright swore, straight from the get-go. “You’re actually so thick, what the hell?!?”

Her voice accrued a note of strong bafflement combined with raw, heady awe – all the sorts of emotions that any healthy girl should have about ‘real sex’. At least, so Yuffie liked to think. Grinning, with her hands tight on the back so fNoamim’s knees, she curled her waist and sent the huge, girthy meat of her dick diving down into that gorgeous tightness – stroking, rolling through its delicious contours, filling up walls with her thickness and oh-so-deliciously wedging them apart.

“I told you I’m a big girl,” Yuffie chuckled eagerly. “I hope you can handle it, Noami. But, if you wanna tap out…”

She trailed off, letting the gorgeous woman get a good feel for the situation. She must have realized, then, that she had no control, and that she couldn’t do much more than whimper as the thickness filled her up. She groaned, her jaw tight, and reached out with her hands, bracing them about her head. She tugged on fingerfuls of the comforter, using it for a nice, good grip.

“Don’t hold back, girlie,” Naomi spat, outright throwing down the gauntlet. “Show me what you’ve got!”

Yuffie laughed throatily. “Only since you asked so nicely!”

Yuffie rolled her hips back, drawing an inch of her huge dick out of that tight, clamping snatch – and then slammed it forward, just jamming the huge thing down into those tight, tense insides. Crushing tightness slammed into the meat of her dick, clamping down and refusing to let go; a lightness that was intoxicating and beautiful all at the same, groan-inducing time.

Yuffie honestly loved the feeling of pussy, and she was not ashamed to admit it. A gorgeous tightness, a crushing warmth, a narrow fit just for her and her alone – it was stunning. Being able to slam down into such a gorgeous girl was even more stunning still, and when Noami yelped and threw her head back in dizzied confusion, it was just that much more delicious.

“You’re so tight around my cock,” Yuffie purred receptively. “Oh, I really, really love that, Naomi.”

She jammed her hips down and rolled her body in tandem, working muscles that were barely visible beneath her belly’s flatness. Her shaft ground and pushed into that tight, tense seal of a snatch, pressing the bulbous cap along sensitive spots. Naomi hissed and winced, working through the now-intense sensations fluttering through her – a visible strain that delighted Yuffie to no end.

She pushed on Noami’s legs, guiding them up by the back of their knees. Her hips pushed, then angled backward, happy to tug out of that deliciously snug tightness. Noami’s pussy almost did not want to let go, and that only made things so much more beautiful. Everything clung to her as she drew out, grabbing and holding with delicious intensity.

“You’re so tight, it’s incredible,” Yuffie sighed with throaty pleasure. “You’ve got so much grip it’s insane!”

Four, five, six, seven inches of dick were drawn out – more than enough to put a normal person to shame, all of it poised for delicious entry. She could see the wild, hearty look on Noami’s face, saw the way that her lips wet and parted. She wanted to say something, but whatever it was died on her tongue. Yuffie simply rocked her hips forward and jammed her huge dick down, and words were replaced with a sequela.

“NNgh!” Naomi squealed, her voice harp and hot in the secretive bedroom. Her moan bounced off the walls while her face contorted around, shaking and shivering between two or three different expressions of place. Her fingers gripped onto the sheets while her spine arched, pushing her delightful tits up in bouncing heaps – and Yuffie was all into it.

“So good,” Yuffie groaned. “You’re so beautiful, wow, wow –“

Yuffie launched herself forward, then. She dove in and spread Naomi’s legs even further, pretty much forcing them into an artificial, V-shaped splits. Noami was left squeaking as Yuffie manhandled her with overwhelming firmness, treating her more like a toy than anything else. She groaned as the shaft drilled forward, pushing into that wet, sopping heat, stretching Noami out more than she probably ever had been before.

Yuffie didn’t really think about that, though. The stretching and the swelling was nothing compared to the pleasurable tightness of sex, and she lavished on it. Her body adjusted; her lips slammed down against Naomi's mouth, capturing her for another soul-sucking, moan-slurping kiss. It only lasted for a moment, though, before Yuffie peeled back and began to run her mouth across the delicious contours of her jaw and neck.

“Oh, f-fuck, okay, s-so maybe you know what you’re doing,” Naomi gasped in a wild voice, “But that doesn’t mean – ohholyfuck!”

Naomi wheezed as Yuffie’s hips effortlessly tugged and pulled back, drawing that fat slab of meat out of her tight cunt. It was moving too fast for the experienced woman to adjust to it, and so every single second was one of stretching and sliding. She quivered when Yuffie did something as simple as pull out, and then cried out louder when the huge dick came slamming home.

Five, six, seven, eight inches down, hammering into the tight cleft of her snatch. A few inches were left outside, but that was only because of the angle – and Yuffie wanted to do better. She pushed her lower body up onto her knees without so much as thinking, then elongated herself; she pulled on Naomi's legs, wrapping them around, and then hooked her arms around them for a better grip.

“What is this,” Fran gasped off to the side, “Gymnastics?!”

Whatever Fran thought, Noami went through it. She squeaked as her legs were yanked around and she groaned as Yuffie began to slide kisses across her neck and collarbones: kissing, licking, and biting at whatever was in reach, decorating dark skin with lavish bursts of hunger. She pushed in and nuzzled down to kiss her skin, shamelessly biting and nipping wherever she felt like.

Her hips rolled and pushed, drawing her massive truncheon for a dick around. Tight, warm walls rippled about her girth, and TYTufffie found it heavenly. Everything was so tight, so wet, so damned crisp, that it made her mind shiver. She loved girls that felt nice and snug about her dick: those were the best ones to stretch out and impale like whores. It was so much more satisfying, too, when the girls were sluts, because that just meant that Yuffie was doing better than anyone else.

Maybe it was pride that sent her thrusting forward, maybe it was smugness, but it hardly mattered. Her cock rolled and rutted around in a hard, fitful display of force cramming into that wet snatch without shame and without hesitation. Cockmeat crashed into her hot, sodden furrow, cramming across all that silky pink in less time than it took to blink. Naomi cried out and yanked on the sheets, now pulling them out of place entirely.

“Oh, fuck!” Noami cried out. “You’re so deep, that’s - ! Ah!”

She moaned as Yuffie rolled and angled her waist around, moving with awe-inspiring, dominating skill. Her shaft did not just push and pull, but rolled across that snatch with each contortion of her waist. Her thrusts were punctuated by gyrations, her extraction complemented by rolling slips, all of which allowed her to really work at a girl’s tightness. 

Yuffie’s rolling hips made the woman’s insides squirm; she could feel them periodically rippling. They grew wetter and wetter, bubbling with juices of arousal – juices that were churned the moment the dick swung around again. Hard, rolling, penetrating arcs, cramming deep into the woman’s body, impaling her and stretching her out with mesmerizing force.

“You’re so big!” Noami groaned again, her shock rife. She clearly hadn’t expected this, didn’t think she would be dominated like a slut in heat, and was left quivering for it. “I can’t – you’re just – oh, you’re so deep, damnit!”

“You’re so pretty,” Yuffie growled against Naomi’s skin. “I just love fucking pretty girls properly.”

She moved harder and faster with each passing moment, and she could not contain her sheer glee to be on top of a beautiful woman like Naomi. She felt a burning heat fill her breast, the kind that would not be tamed by soft action. She wanted more: more leverage, more momentum, more freedom with her hands, and she knew how to get it.

She pulled ever-more on Naomi’s legs, drawing them up and up and around. Noami squeaked as she did so, because she clearly wasn’t used to being stretched around like that. She did not get any say in the matter. She couldn’t do anything more than whimper as the huge shaft of meat spit her open, she could only wheeze as her legs were drawn up and up – 

-And plopped down upon Yuffie’s shoulders like toys, finally completing the ‘mating press’. There were no words spoken by  Yuffie: she was too busy raking her lips across sinfully smooth, almond flesh. The new position simply let her angle and rolled her hips around further, harder, and heavier, moving around in crashing, hammering arcs of movement.

“Holy shit,” Fran whispered. “Did she just  - she mating pressed Naomi!?”

“I know, right?” Yorda said cheerfully. “Ah, she looks so good on top…”

Yuffie pushed down, kissing across collarbones, moving over to breasts that visibly wobbled with each thrust that her hips made. There was no shame in that: as her cock crashed down into that tight, molten glove of a cunt, she sent momentum barreling through Naomi. The shivering waves made her tits bounce and wobble, for they were of that perfect, sex-jiggling size that Yuffie adored.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” Naomi cried out. She let go of the sheets and slammed down against Yuffie’s head and shoulders, grabbing and gripping, tearing at black hair or raking her long nails across silky white skin. She outright clawed at her and howled as she was fucked for dear-damned-life, like the slut she was. “Hell, shit, you’re so rough, oh my – it’s fucking –“

Yuffie was not sure what Noami was saying, and she honestly wasn’t really listening. She heard all that and more during sex, and knew how girls could be. Shouting, moaning, clawing – it happened when ten inches of dick were slamming down into their pussies. She let it roll over her while working at the delightful canvas of flesh however she wanted, treating her divine body how it was meant to be treated.

Her mouth pressed greedy kissed across the wobbling swells of dark breasts, leaving wet marks in her wake. Hot, wet, suckling kisses, each one dribbling her saliva, each one carrying the raking hint of her teeth, all of which Noami seemed to moan over. Granted, she was moaning over everything, but there was something delicious about how she moaned when Yuffie began to nipple on her rubbery nipple.

“Yes-yes-yes!” Naomi cried out “You’re such a beast, holy shit, slam that thing in me  -!”

Yuffie did not hold back. Now that she had Naomi in the mating press, she did not have to pull her punches. Legs were on her shoulders, and that fit body was bent like a pretzel beneath her. She could work her hips around however she wanted, using her ninja-trained muscles to plow the ten inches forward. All ten inches this time, really burying that colossal haft deep into a sticky pussy that did not expect it.

Her hips crashed against dark skin, causing legs to wobble against her shoulders. Toes were outright curling as her dick made it in deep, the head outright kissing Naomi’s cervix each and every time. Fuzzy pleasure shot through them both in waves, and it was palpable from the spurting, shivering juices that came her way, coating her dick like the mess that it was. 

Yuffie suckled on a rubbery nipple while plowing her hips forward hard and fast, slamming down again, and again, with precision and power. Her hips rolled rhythmically through it, stirring up walls and pounding deep at the same time. Ten inches of fuckmeat barreled into tight, spasming walls, which only seemed to clamp down tighter for it – and that feeling was as delicious as any Yuffie could hope for. 

Yuffie pushed her hips hard and fast, crashing down into Naomi’s mating-pressed body. Her pelvis smashed against upraised legs, turning dark limbs into quivering sticks. They wobbled and teetered across her shoulders, but remained locked tight by the arms wrapped around them: arms that terminated in grasping, clenching hands, which gripped and groped at every single available inch of smooth skin.

By that point, Naomi was naught but a quivering mess beneath Yuffie, barely able to speak. Each time she opened her mouth, it was another lewd moan that spilled from her mouth, another wet, hot gasp that rushed from around her vibrating throat. She squealed, eyes watering, as each hard, slamming stroke turned her insides to jelly - and her mind was not that far off, either.

Yuffie only picked up the pace. She crashed down with all ten inches of dick, plowing it headlong into the woman’s silken furrow. Flesh hit flesh in strong, pronounced thuds, like the beating of a drum; noises that ran out through the entire room. The force was so momentous, so steady, that it sent the bed teetering. Soon, the sound of the headboard thumping against the wall joined in with the rest of the lewdness.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-right-fucking-there-” Naomi wheezed in one long, drawn-out noise, her eyes watering and rolling. Her insides were shivering and writhing, practically milking the dick. Yuffie knew exactly what was coming, but she didn’t stop moving. She’d fucked one too many girls to their orgasmic releases for her to be bothered or deterred by it: if anything, the flood of juices just made her cock glide.

Naomi squealed abruptly. She threw her head back, burying her fuzzy red hair into the comforter. She roared as she came around Yuffie’s dick, assaulting it with tight, wringing, clenching walls, and battering it with a flood of sticky-hot juices. Those juices were instantly churned into paste as Yuffie threw her hips forward, sawing her massive slab of fuckmeat across writhing, clenching insides.

“Naomi’s cumming?” Fran gasped, now quite literally on the edge of her seat. “That fast?!”

“Fast?” Yorda laughed. “This isn’t even the half of it, trust!”

The bed was shaking violently as Yuffie pounded away at Naomi, slamming her cunt full of cock. The head of it bashed her cervix each and every time, making the dusky beauty cry out even louder. The sounds were almost drowned out by the sounds of the heavy bed hammering against the wall. The headboard was veritably shaking now, the wood creaking with palpable, audible protest as it was abused.

Yuffie didn’t care. She breathed hard, hands groping and gripping feverishly, her muscles at their most pronounced - all because of the effort she put into her thrusts. Biceps were stark, abs were fairly visible, and her thighs were tense and taut. She had herself extended out to make sure that each thrust was at her very best, so that she could use ten inches of wrist-thick dick-meat as one would use five inches.

Hammering thrusts, pounding plows, drawing out sinful moans, lewd claps, and creaking thuds. Naomi squealed and clawed her nails across Yuffie’s back, leaving red marks. She moaned and whined and wheezed as one orgasm bled into another, and then another, chain-climaxing about Yuffie’s monstrous haft of meat. Juices came out in honey-thick rushes, all of which were relentlessly churned down into lube by the massive truncheon the ninja called a cock.

“That’s not possible,” Fran mewled. “That’s not possible.”

“It is,” Yorda squeaked gleefully. “I told you she’s good.”

“I - I saw Naomi milk an entire bachelor party once!” Fran gasped out. She looked to Yorda as if for agreement and security, some sense to the headboard-smashing claps she listened to. “You know how many guys that is?! All of them! Milked them all dry, and then she walked away for drinks afterward! There’s no way that…”

She trailed off, because there was a way. Naomi was chain orgasming around Yuffie’s dick, roaring out her squealing moans with a voice that grew audibly more hoarse and weak by the second. The assault was simply too much: the strength behind each thrust, the force into each blow, as if Yuffie was determined to rut herself in as deep as she could; the grinding finesse, the pushing, rolling gyrations to make her sweet spots sing, combined with the heady thudding of a cockhead against her cervix, was too much for the average girl.

That, combined now with the hands caressing her body, the strong mating press, and the kissing and nipping that left her dark skin slick with saliva and hickeys, was too much altogether. Naomi couldn’t stop squealing or cumming, couldn’t stop her brains from melting out between her ears; her clawing was fitful, her curling toes messy, everything too much for her to handle. She couldn’t stop, and Yuffie was not inclined to.

Not, at least, until the very end, where her thudding balls began to clench and her slamming dick began to throb. Yuffie groaned and tightened up, her face clenched up with concentration; focusing on holding herself out for just a few seconds longer, even as she left Naomi a breast-wobbling, face-shuddering mess. Saliva was plastered across the beauty’s mouth and her tears ran so thick that mascara was sliding across her cheeks in strings, and Yuffie found it a beautiful sight.

Yuffie wrenched her head all the way back and groaned. “I’m about to cum, ah, heck! ”

She pulled her hands up and grabbed the sides of Naomi’s skull, holding her steady for no reason at all. Her hips moved in hard, spearing strokes, hammering down with wet slaps and thuds. Yuffie’s fit body didn’t feel much physical strain, but her cock had its own reservoir of stamina - and her balls were ill-inclined to wait.

“I really hope you’re on protection,” Yuffie grunted a second later, her eyes tight and feverish as her dick throbbed monstrously, “Because my personal motto is - is - shit - n-not to pull out of hot babes!”

“Holy shit,” Fran whined.

“Holy shit,” Yorda purred receptively.

“ MHGFH!” Naomi squealed helplessly, unable to stop Yuffie from fucking her like a one-woman train, nor to prevent her from ramming that fat slab of meat down to the hilt, tensing balls flushed and twitching - one final, colossal thrust, drawing out one more orgasmic squeal, before the release. 

Yuffie did not hold back. She did not hesitate. She rammed her shaft in up to the very messy hilt, the entire thing lodged inside, and unceremoniously let go. One hard, dense pulsation, one rough, messy throb, and her colossal shaft of breeding-meat twitched hard. The bulbous cap pulsated, her balls tensed up, and one moment of anticipation was followed by the sudden flood of release.

That was the only word for it: a flood, a gushing, pumping thing of cum that came surging out in bombarding waves. It was the most virile load that most girls would feel in their entire lives, and that went the same for Naomi. No matter how experienced, no matter how many men she milked dry in her bachelor parties, she was left wheezing as that hot, fat load of cum slammed into her snatch.

Wave after wave of seed bombarded her cervix and slammed headlong into her womb, for it could not be contained by anything. Gooey-warm seed lashed out and curled into her babymaker with virile passion, flooding every last curve and crevice within that sphere. Sticky rivulets of release plowed down along her quivering, well-fucked tunnel, and drizzled free in syrupy gushes. 

Yuffie groaned and pushed with her hips, extracting out another string, another rope, of plaster-thick release; the dribbles of her flagging orgasm were still equal to a normal load. It was beyond pornographic: it was simply massive. Naomi was pumped full in seconds, yet it seemed to drag on for tens of seconds - almost a full minute of climax, where each throb signified another gushing glob of creamy semen.

“Holy shit,” Fran whined.

“Holy shit,” Yorda purred.

“Ah - ah, ” Yuffie groaned out. She winced and pushed herself up on her forearms, now feeling the strain on her chest - her sports bra was a bit uncomfortable now, she was forced to admit. Still, the rest of her felt good: bright and springy and air and blissful, as it always was after a good fuck where she didn’t have to hold back. “That hit the spot!”

She leaned back. She pulled Naomi’s hands off her with ease, for they posed no threat nor risk. Hands fell limply to either side of the bed, useless - so well fucked they couldn’t do anything more. Yuffie similarly released her hold on the beauty’s legs, but those, too, were so well-fucked that they remained dangling by her head. Her face was utterly lost: mouth agape, eyes rolled up, lost to heaving gasps that came from the gurgling depths of her throat.

“You look so good like this,” Yuffie sighed out. She swiped her arm over her brow to clear some of the sweat away and grinned. “I hope you’re on protection, though, just saying. Otherwise…”

Yuffie trailed off and laughed at her own joke. She pulled out with a hard tug of the waist, drawing out one last hoarse whine for her efforts - but that sound was drowned out by the sticky popping and obscene squelching which echoed through the room. Her movement dislodged a huge flood of seed, one last molten waterfall of white gooeyness that rushed out across the sheets to form a pool.

Anyone who saw it would come to the same conclusion: if there was that much outside, they would think, how much was inside?

Yuffie pulled back from the bed and stood up. She used her shirt to wipe sweat from her brow, while the rest of her glistened ever-so-gently. Her dick remained hard as a rock, stiff as could be, and trickled a steady stream of cum and juice from its thickness; the droplets were like rainfall upon the carpet, each little plop signifying a steady rise in the damages the hotel would charge them.

“There’s so much cum, ” Fran groaned out. When Yuffie looked over at her properly for the first time so far, she saw that Fran was, yes, on the edge of her seat, and had one hand jammed down into her shorts; the pumping of her wrist very perfectly showed that she was getting off to the sight.

Yorda at her side was doing the exact same thing, and seemed far more eager than she was shocked. “And she’s still hard.”

“Oh gosh,” Fran whimpered. “She is!? H-how…!”

“She’s a studhorse, ” Yorda purred. 

“She fucked Naomi unconscious, ” Fran gasped. 

Yuffie looked over, then shrugged. “Eh, she’s just taking a quick rest. Can’t expect everyone to take me on the first try, you know?’

Yorda giggled. She reached down to pat Fran on the back - and then gave her a playful shove, rubbing her off the chair. It was barely a push, but Fran was both busy fingering herself and sitting on the very edge. That was a combination that sent her tumbling down onto the floor on her knees, hitting it with a jarring rush. 

“Weren’t you also doubting Yuffie?” Yorda asked Fran in an all-too-rhetorical manner. “Don’t you want to give her a test drive, too?” 

Fran wet her mouth. She stared at Yuffie’s dick with saucer-wide eyes and gulped. Her mouth was parted just a slip, but Yuffie could see the way that the blonde was drooling. The stuff was seeping from the corners, leaving her lips slick and shiny.

“I… guess I might as well,” Fran gushed, and began to crawl on her hands and knees over to the girl-stud and her colossal ten-inch bitchbreaker. “If she can’t go for more than one round, she’ll never beat Scarlet…”

“You don’t need to make excuses to drool over my cock, y’know,” Yuffie chuckled. She watched with greedy eyes as Fran pulled her gorgeous body onto her knees before her, kneeling like a supplicant before their god. “Just go for it. My dick is free-access to any hottie that wants it, you feel me?”

She didn’t need to say anything else. While Naomi tried to remain conscious in the background and while Yorda fingered herself readily to the sight of her friends submitting to marvelous girldick, Yuffie got the treat of a slut’s drooling mouth around her dick. And, as she began to sigh with pleasure, she wondered, if idly, just what it was what her friends were getting up to - and if it was half as fun as fucking babes into the pillows of a hotel room.

The morning was bright and crisp as any day on the Costa Del Sol during the vacationing season: the sun was oppressive to the eye, the air was clean in the lungs, and there was an ever-present glow from where sunlight washed over white roofs and across the stark, deep blue ocean. From on high, upon the helicopter pad of the hotel, everything was utterly idyllic. The white sand beach, the ocean, the many people, the palm trees - it was something out of a dream.

Only, Yuffie did not get time to indulge in it. She was ‘forced’ - or, rather, instructed - on how to stand in line at attention, her hands just in front of her in a servile cross, while she waited shoulder to shoulder with the other employees. Though the day only carried a modest breeze that tickled the leaves of the palms, there was now a heavy wind buffeting Yuffie: intense downdrafts that washed over her hotel-branded cap with such intensity she was worried it would blow off and compromise her identity.

She surreptitiously adjusted it. The last thing she could do was let her cover be blown by the intense downdraft; she was meant to be a face in the crowd, an unidentifiable, boring bystander. There she stood in all her five-two glory, wearing resort-standard uniform: black shorts that went down to mid-thigh and a white top with banded blue marks. A dark hat covered her hair and a black face-mask hooked around her ears to surround her nose and face, only bearing her eyes. 

Incognito, that was what she was: just one of the many staff members waiting for their ‘VIP’ guest. Everything had been set up meticulously that morning for Scarlet’s arrival, and the three fashion girls had been the ones to set it all up, as per usual. It was, thus, entirely easy for them to ‘insert’ a newcomer into their ranks by feigning the sickness of another, and no one questioned it. Everything had been done to a perfect T to accommodate their guest’s ravenous demands, and, right on the very dot, her helicopter had arrived.

Scarlet was not one to wait or waste time, so her helicopter swung around right on time. The Shinra military-grade chopper had eight rotational rotors and a secondary set at the tail, causing a rather intense downdraft that buffeted Yuffie. She found both it, and the weapon-mounts along the front, overbearing and stupid. Of course, she said nothing, and stood patiently, submissively, for it to touch down.

It did so less than a minute later. The rotors slowed to a stop, then folded up into a neat ‘brick’ shape. A moment later, the side door opened to allow a slew of red-armoured Shinra R and D elite to spill out: four soldiers moving to scan and police the area in an entirely comical fashion. Yuffie thought nothing of it. She’d put so many down by that point that it was like looking at a bunch of kittens.

They didn’t manner, anyhow. No, what mattered was the sudden elongation of a crisp, white leg, smooth as silk, poking halfway out of the door to show off an elegant, ruby-red heel; a single flick, and then it clipped down against the copter’s accommodating landing gear. A hand emerged to grip a guard rail, and then, then, the emergence of a ten out of ten, bombshell goddess, a godling of warcrimes, emerged from its safe metal cocoon.

Scarlet, the head of Shinra’s weapons and development, their Materia Research and Development, and one of their major stockholders. Scarlet, one of the biggest proponents of warcrimes and racism that Yuffie had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Scarlet, one of the hottest women she’d ever laid eyes on in her life, whether in person, on TV, or there, on the landing ramp of a helicopter.

Her hair was like spun gold, bright and smooth, curled and tucked against her head in a professional bundle. It fluttered gently in the wind, but not much. The edges of her silky red dress waved around far more, exposing entire swathes of her white calves. It was like a champagne dress rather than anything more modestly cut, and so the high slits went right up to her waist - and the wind made them billow.

Yuffie could see sections of her hips, wide and heavy, and the slips of something red and lacy beneath - but the strings didn’t seem to imply lingerie. Bikini?

Legs that went on for days and for days led up to that hourglass waist, contained by the tight-fitting, clinging sweep of her skin-tight red dress; so tight it was veritably a second skin. If Scarlet’s hips were mountain peaks, her waistline was a narrow defile, a gorge between the swells that seemed downright ludicrous. A curvy, hourglass waist and flat, narrow stomach led up to the dress’s scandalous neckline, so deep and plunging that it left nothing to the imagination.

Yuffie had never seen tits that big or beautiful on a woman before, and she knew someone like Tifa intimately. Even she couldn’t brawl with Scarlet, who looked to have immaculate E-cups plastered to her frame. They pushed out against her dress obscenely, and with her plunging neckline, no one could even think they were compensating for something. Her cleavage was deep and natural, a crevice one could lose their heads inside, with a swell to her chest that was downright appetizing.

The dress and the deep, plunging, scandalous cut forewent any idea of a bra. There was, however, strings that ran up and around her neck, perhaps indicating a bikini top. Yuffie noticed it quickly, stared furtively, before flicking up to Scarlet’s goddess-like face. Compared to most other girls, her jaw was angular, her cheekbones high, her demeanour regal, queen-like, and cold as ice. Her lips were set tight, showing displeasure; her blue eyes stared with disgust at everything.

She panned over the entire assembled corps of employees. She was beautiful, divine, and dangerous. She was a war-criminal who had torn Wutai down and went halfway into genocide, and so Yuffie only saw her as a target of a fate worse than death. Yet, she submissively stood there, hands in front of her, watching as Scarlet stepped down from the helicopter - one elegant heel clipping across the pad, then the other, and then she was down.

“Welcome, madame Scarlet!” Yorda gushed. She dipped her head subserviently, like a good little servant would. “We hope your flight was smooth!”

“Welcome, Lady Scarlet,” Naomi said cheerfully, a grin upon her lips. “We’re so happy to have you here again.”

“Howdy, Miss Scarlet,” Fran greeted with a crisp wink and a salute. “We’ve got everything ready just how ya like it!”

Their song and dance was well-rehearsed and flawless; they didn’t show a hint of their inner machinations, nor their terrible fury toward the bitch. Scarlet was the one that would come in and ruin their weeks with her demands, her insane requests, and her need to be served like a goddess. They hated her, but Scarlet would never know. For her, this was just another week’s vacation at her favourite spit.

“Your penthouse suite is fully stocked and prepared, ma’am,” Yorda said, gushing as if it was the performance of her life. 

“We’ve got the room temperature exactly how you like it,” Naomi chimed in. “The entire walk over is atmosphere controlled, too, so your skin won’t dry out.”

“Would you like a drink to start you off right, Miss?” Fran asked, diligent and easygoing.

Scarlet stopped in front of them and sniffed. She crossed one arm under her bust and raised the other up, nails faintly curled, as if she was about to take a draw from a cigarette. “Why is my luggage still on board?”

That one critical remark could have curdled even the strongest of souls. The three fashionistas were well-experienced not to stumble. Fran made a gesture, and on queue, the army of waiting staff surged forward; Yuffie a smidge behind, because she wasn’t used to this sort of thing. The eight employees began to fidget their way and unload the helicopter, pulling bags and bags free: heavy luggage went to the men, lighter ones to the women, unloading what seemed like an entire cargo plane’s worth of luggage.

It seemed like Scarlet had truly brought with her literally everything she owned. Yuffie almost wanted to curse as she piled luggage up onto trolleys at the behest of the others, then commandeered one for herself. Not for the first time, she surreptitiously adjusted her cap and her face mask, ensuring that her eyes were hooded and her face was unrecognizable. She was sure she was on some wanted list after coming face to face with Scarlet back in Midgar and nearly killing her, and the soldiers likely had her picture in their Heads-Up Displays.

Or, worse, Scarlet would just recognize her off the bat.

Can’t believe she’d just vacation like this after getting her lab wrecked, Yuffie thought as she trailed along the line of luggage bearers. Ugh. Is she that much of a rich priss, or did none of it matter?

She tried not to think too much of that and kept her mind on the plan instead. The Trio had briefed her well on the way things would go down: Scarlet was spoiled and a creature of habit, so her first day at the resort on any stay almost always saw her remain in her penthouse suite. She enjoyed taking the first day off as she acclimatized from so-called ‘het lag’, and that involved laziness, heavy pampering by the three girls, and - generally - getting off with whoever caught her fancy.

She’s lazy and likes being pampered, so that involves a ton of massages, hand-feeding her, drinking - she almost never touches anything herself, she just makes us do it for her, Fran had bemoaned.

She always wants to get off at least once on her first day, and she only really cares about big dick, Yorda had explained. Usually, if the Masseuse is good enough, she lets him fuck her. Otherwise, it’s whichever employee catches her eye.

If they do a bad job, she doesn't hesitate to take care of them. We don’t usually see those employees again, Naomi had lamented. But, thankfully, her guards always leave through it. Scarlet is shameless, but she’s not the type to like audiences.

And, all three had said, there’s a rumour that she a girldick connoisseur. We’ve never tested it in person before, though….

It put things in Yuffie’s court: she was the newly-assigned ‘masseuse’, who would be the one with the first access to Scarlet, and she would be in the perfect position to strike by hopefully fucking her into the next week and knocking her down seven pegs. 

She knew she had her work cut out for her, though. She saw the other employees, and she understood why they were there: they were all big, strong men, burly, built, meant for hard labour. Scarlet’s tastes were, unfortunately, not Yuffie. All she had was a big dick and the power to use it, but getting into Scarlet’s dress was easier said than done.

Gotta really try for this one, she murmured in her skull.

The helipad led straight to the penthouse area, and soon, they were in front of the biggest room in the hotel. A luscious set of double-doors would lead to a room as big as any condominium, with an entire balcony suite and inbuilt jacuzzi. Yuffie had been allowed to tour it once, but there was no chance to sneak anything in: the girls explained that Scarlet took her security very seriously.

“We’re sure this is going to be your best stay ever,” Fran said as she unlocked the doors. “We have everything just how you like it, ma’am.”

“Don’t flatter yourselves too much,” Scarlet said in a critical, haughty voice. “I’ll be the sole judge of that.”

“Of course, we never mean to imply otherwise,” Yorda chirped. “Your satisfaction is our only wish.”

Scarlet hummed. She let the girls lead her inside, and Yuffie simply stared at the sweep of Scarlet’s hips and the swell of her massive ass against her dress. She pushed down her inherent dislike of the woman and tried to instead replace it with simple lust: to take in just how gorgeous Scarlet was, how absolutely fuckable the hag of a woman truly was.

She’s a war criminal, but she’s still hot, she thought. Remember, even criminals can be reformed. That's the whole point of the justice system. Once she’s hooked on dick, she can change. Maybe.

Yuffie and the others pushed the luggage inside and began to unload the carts. Scarlet allowed herself to be shown around by the enthusiastic, acting trio, and remained none the wiser as to their song and dance. They said she took her security seriously; not seriously enough, as it was, to notice that the other ‘luggage bearers’ were shuffled off by the Trio, that instead of unloading it all themselves and filing it away as normal, it was all left to Yuffie.

“Is the temperature accurate?” Scarlet asked critically while Yuffie, in the background, quietly loaded and organized Scarlet’s luggage. She had been given a ‘cheat sheet’ on how the woman wanted it organized, and Yuffie stuck to it as best as she could. “It feels half a degree off.”

Wow, Yuffie huffed in her head. Really? 

“We’ll double-check, ma’am,” said Yorda. “We’re sure it’s accurate, but we’ll ensure it’s correct for your refined tastes.”

More idle chatter washed over Yuffie; some of it was criticism as Scarlet found something wrong, some of it was just normal chit-chat about events on the beach or things that Scarlet might find ‘interesting’ and ‘evocative’. Yuffie let most of it roll over her. Each bitchy word or servile response only built her ire and bubbled her resentment, and she struggled to clamp it down.

Focus on her hotness, focus on her hotness, Yuffie thought. She looked over at Scarlet as she stood there in the middle of the room, her body illuminated by the glorious sun outside the balcony, and shuddered a bit. Admire her massive cannons, admire her massive cannons…

And they were canons, indeed. Strained and stretched against her red silk dress, so sheer it was like gossamer, her tits remained massive. Her cleavage was bountiful and doughy and utterly unsupported, so that sharp movements made her chest tremble. The soft jiggles and the lurid wobbles surely intoxicated Scarlet’s subordinates, and were just enough to funnel Yuffie’s anger into lust.

Are they sweaty? Oh, they are sweaty, Yuffie realized. The warm tropical sun made Scarlet’s atmosphere-controlled condominium skin to sweat already, so that a light sheen of perspiration made her tits shine. Her eyes tracked a single rolling droplet of sweat and watched it move over a heavy, swollen tit, and then disappeared down into soft, bountiful cleavage. I want to be that sweat so bad right now.

“We’ve got your favourite tanning bed set up, Miss Scarlet,” Fran cooed. She was showing off the wide balcony, tanning bed, jacuzzi, and all. “It has tier-four support and a reclining angle of forty-two, just how you like it.”

“Everything seems just about adequate,” Scarlet huffed after a long moment. “And I do need a rest after such a long, tiring flight…”

All you did was sit on your fat ass, Yuffie thought.

“Just what I was thinking,” Naomi agreed with a chirpy smile. “No better time for some good ol’ restin’ in the sun.”

Scarlet hummed. Yuffie was instantly at attention; she saw the way that Yorda ‘subtly’ adjusted her hairclip, which was a signal for Yuffie to remain on standby, to jerk into motion at a moment’s notice. She watched as Scarlet, with no more than a thought, made a gesture with her hand, crisp and tight. In a second, Fran was there to unzip the back of Scarlet’s dress, obedient as a slave.

And then, with no more thought to it, Scarlet stripped. She shed her silky red dress as a snake would its skin, dropping the loosened fabric about the magnificent curves of her body. At that point, Yuffie was all pulsating blood and wide, staring eyes. There was no doubt in the world that Scarlet, for all her terrible antics, was utterly, drop-dead gorgeous, a pure bombshell of a woman in an age bracket that the world would describe as ‘MILF’.

Fuck, Yuffie swore. She was not inclined to curse, but she had to. There was no way to describe the bikini-wrapped beauty in front of her - and she was bikini-wrapped. Scarlet had her bikini on beneath her dress, and it was as sinful as could be. Red squares of cloth strained about her nipples, covering a mere third of her breasts; multitudes of red lacy strings wrapped around her neck, between her tits, and then around her back, fastened in place by platinum rings. 

A garland of chains wrapped around her hips to highlight their sinfulness, and a set of small bikini bottoms were bound about her waist to cover her modesty. The tight strings dug into her plush, heavenly hips, with more little rings that created indentations in her flesh. Every inch of her was perfectly cast in white skin: her thighs were luscious, her legs went on for miles, her hips were wide enough to push out quadruplets while her waist was so narrow even Yuffie could wrap her fingers around it.

Her stomach was flat, causing the swell of her tits to become even more ludicrous: colossal mountains that stood in defiance of gravity with nary a snag such that they cast shadows over her own ribcage. As ludicrous as it was, her ass was no less divine: it pushed out in a sweep nearly as large as her tits, so that, from the side, her body looked like a pornographic cut-out worthy of a strip club.

Holy hell, Yuffie whined. She’s so perfect. She’s such a hot piece of ass. I can’t believe she’s like, twice my age and hasn't had any kids yet…

Yuffie felt some part of her libido stir - that part of any person which saw a hot-as-fuck woman and felt the instinctive desire to make an ‘honest woman’ out of them. Her balls churned, as if they were waiting to conceive.

Patience, she told herself. Patience.

Scarlet took two steps forward, out of her dress, and easily slipped off her heels with each one: barely breaking a stride as she stepped out of the two-inch platformers. Even without them, she was a good five-seven: taller than Yuffie by far. It didn’t matter. She was busy staring at the woman’s fat ass, her mind shocked to see that it quite veritably bounced with each step she made like some stripclub whore.

In a hurry, Yorda picked up the dress and began to fold it; her job was now to press-clean it, wash, dry, iron, the works. Fran took the shoes, and it would be her job to polish them to a gleaming finish. Noami followed behind Scarlet and guided her to the tanning bed, helping her sit up against the reclined back of the chair.

And that was Yuffie’s queue. She produced the suntan lotion she’d been handed before and prepared it with a quick twitch of her hand. It was the exact make and brand Scarlet always demanded, so there should be no issues there. The big problem was, as she was told, the fact that Yuffie was Yuffie: Scarlet liked strong people, men, to do it, not girls. The Ninja would have to work hard, she knew that much.

Yuffie was by Scarlet’s side in a heartbeat, positioned where her waist was just about in view. A calculated move, if Scarlet’s eyes went wandering. Softly, subtly, without being too intrusive, Yuffie presented herself and the chosen lotion like a subordinate presenting a prize; she kept her head tilted down so that a direct view to her eyes could not be made and kept her voice low, almost gravelly, to mask her tone.

“Would you like an appreciation of tanning lotion, Madam?” Yuffie asked, her vocal register low enough to hopefully hide her identity. The muffling mask helped, as far as she knew. 

Scarlet glanced at her at first, a mere glaze of the eyes. “Where’s my usual?”

A faint chill passed across all the collected women.

“Maxim is ill, ma’am,” Fran said gently, with practiced ease that she’d rehearsed in front of her mirror. “Pneumonia. We feared the other massages might be congested too, since they worked so closely.”

“Hm - unfortunate.” Scarlet seemed to buy it, but kept her eyes on Yuffie. The pause was unnerving, the stare unsettling, and Yuffie felt a tremor pass along her spine again. “...I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before, girl. What’s your name?”

“Sakura, Madam,” Yuffie lied effortlessly, throwing out a name for the hell of it. Her mind raced, conjuring up potential excuses in a heartbeat. The tension was so thick she could cut it with a  knife, and their plan truly rested upon that very knife’s edge. “My sister works down by the beach, maybe it’s her that you’re thinking of?”

Scarlet paused, waited, churned the answer in her head - and then hummed and tilted her head back into a reclined position. “Perhaps. One Wutaian looks the same as another.”

One dismissive, racist remark, and Yuffie felt her ire bubble up. She hid it well, though, and was thankful for it; Scarlet’s dismissive attitude toward the ‘help’, as well as her casual disregard toward Wutaians, served Yuffie well. It worked out in her favour and kept her anonymous, though it was a tad unnerving that even with all those disguises her eyes alone gave away that she was from Wutai.

And yet - and yet. She saw the way that Scarlet’s eyes moved over her. She saw the way she looked up, then down, toward the close-fitting uniform shorts that wrapped around her lower body. Scarlet’s taste had been explained well, and her secrets were known to the trio of fashion-girls: she was a cock connoisseur, requesting the best for herself to sample, and there was a reason Yuffie had been given shorts two sizes too small.

The bulge in them was clear as day, and Scarlet noticed it. Her eyes fastened there, staring, checking it out, as if memorizing its shape from her stare alone. It was subtle. It was quick. Yuffie noticed it, though, and saw Scarlet’s brain working hard, chugging up a reason to reject or accept this girl - and apparently, as the trio hoped, the mere idea of a big dick was just enough.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Scarlet snapped her fingers rudely. “Make haste with the lotion. I’m not getting any younger, kid. ”

Yuffie bit her tongue and held back her ire, and, instead, snapped right into the plan. Boldness, that was what was required; precision, grace, and a fluid sort of confidence. Anyone would be awed and stunned to so much as touch a beauty like Scarlet, and the blonde knew it. She requested utter reverence from her help, and the trio had drilled that into Yuffie - along with the proper style to lotion her.

Start at the feet, rise up to the legs, avoid the inner thigh, rise around the waist, then back down to the knee, then up again, stomach, across the breasts, shoulders, arms, shoulders, chest, and down; a stupid cycle, but Yuffie had been made to practice on Yorda. Granted, she’d thought Yorda had played it up at the time to get hands-on her body, but that seemed to be accurate now. 

She applied two dollops of suntan lotion to her hand - as told to her - and went to work applying it to that soft skin. It was as soft as it looked, heavenly to the touch, and Yuffie, again, tried not to get too aroused by it all. As she worked, as she did so, the other three girls started to go about their own respective tasks: 

Noami was serving her drinks, some sort of a rose wine, and ‘fed’ it to Scarlet so that the stuck-up woman wouldn’t have to touch the glass herself. Fran had an entire platter of fruit that had been prepared moments before arrival and refrigerated so that it was both fresh, crisp, and not too cold or hot; she finger-fed Scarlet, plopping whatever fruit she wanted right in between those ruby-painted lips, like some menial slave.

Yorda, instead, was fanning her down, as if they lived in the fifth century. She had big fans of feathers and used them to cool the bikini-clad woman off in the tropical sunlight, which itself was ludicrous. All three girls kept up idle chatter, talking about things that were not business or work, and helped it along with heavy flattery; Scarlet responded to one word in five, but seemed to enjoy the chitter-chatter of what seemed, on the face of it, to be three airheaded fashion-obsessed gals.

That was just the kind of distraction necessary to let Yuffie work her magic. She might have been no masseuse, but she was a Wutaian trained in the traditional ninja arts, a true master of her craft and trade. Her training offered her intimate knowledge of the body, which she often used during sex. This was no different: she was able to use her skills with pressure points and acupuncture to hit those right spots, those correct areas, to induce pleasure.

She was subtle with it, or so she hoped. She pushed in to subtly pleasure the Shinra Executive, pushing against spots in her legs that would make her nerve endings burn, then digging in to push against spots that would make her skin buzz. Whether or not Scarlet knew it, she did react to it: her feet shifted a bit, her toes instinctively curling inward; her palms rolled against the luxurious reclining chair, nails scratching softly.

Yuffie worked methodically. She reapplied lotion in droplets and spread it up along soft thighs, against a fit waistline, and across arms. She glazed over her luscious breasts and resisted every single urge not to squeeze. She had been well-prepped, and knew not to push her luck yet - not until she earned Scarlet’s acceptance. 

Scarlet appeared receptive to the skilled prods and touches, and didn’t question the hands ghosting across her breasts, offering faint dips of pressure without going for more. She hit sensitive spots and pressure-points with ease, drawing out tiny little reactions that her eyes drank in. Yet, she worked subtly, allowing the Trio to continue their distractions all the while.

“Is the wine to your liking, miss?” Naomi asked as she poured little sips of rose-wine between Scarlet’s plump lips.

“It’s adequate,” Scarlet murmured. “You need to find better suppliers.”

“It’s… the same brand as last time, ma’am. The one you asked for?

“Did I ask for your further input?” Scarlet question, and that shut Naomi right up.

“Grape, ma’am?” Fran deflected, and Scarlet opened her mouth to let the girl finger-feed her. 

She chewed slowly and methodically, then hummed. “Not juicy enough. Is the resort pressed for funds? Do I not pay my share?”

“O-of course, miss, I apologize,” Fran stumbled.

Yorda cleared her throat and kept on fanning. “We have done many renovations this year, and our scuba diving trip is seventy-percent better received amongst the guests. We can -”

“Scuba?” Scarlet all but sneered. “Do you want me to ruin my skin with salt water?”

Yorda stopped talking.

What a dumb bitch, Yuffie huffed. Treating these girls like that… despicable.

She pressed on, unfettered, her focus to fulfill her mission overpowering all else. She moved around the three, finding a path across Scarlet and up to her shoulders. Her fingers pushed down into them, fingertips applying pressure at sensitive spots she knew lingered beneath the muscle and nerves; she saw the way her touches made Scarlet’s muscles tense and flex, watched her fingers curl ever-so-softly.

Sensitive, she’s enjoying this, Yuffie thought. Her skilled, trained mind, her knowledge of the female body, knew it perfectly well.

“You’re very tense and stiff, ma’am,” she said in that muted voice, keeping her register low to avoid deduction. “Would you like a massage as well?”

Scarlet hummed. The fact that she did not reply with immediate scorn, unlike the last few questions, was a good sign. Shoulders rolled back into Yuffie’s hands, delighting her subtly. “I’ll admit that, for a new girl, you’re not half-bad with your hands. Fine, then. Might as well.”

It was an off-handed acceptance, but Yuffie was not about to split hairs. Grinning behind her face-mask and staring down at the immense, gravity-defying swells of Scarlet’s fat tits, she said, “Very good, Ma’am. If you’d allow us to adjust you…”

Scarlet waved her hands and sighed subtly. “Oh, do hurry before I grow bored.”

Again hiding her anger, Yuffie nodded and simply went about it. She pressed down on the reclining lever and pushed the chair down, adjusting it so that it went down flat: Scarlet slid with it, until she was flat on her back. But, less than a second later, Scarlet began to roll herself around. The Trio assisted her gently and gingerly, as if afraid to touch her bare skin. A pillow was set beneath her head, and Scarlet soon folded herself into her arms.

It was still an amazing sight. Scarlet could not properly lay flat with her huge tits in the way, and those formed soft, doughy bulges of side-boob now: genuine pillows to rest herself upon, forming a faint lump across the spine. The rest of her went flat, showing just how long her torso was and how much longer her perfect legs were. The swell of her ass was downright mountainous, and Yuffie wished to climb it.

“Untie,” Scarlet ordered. One single word, and then the Trio were there to unfastened Scarlet’s bikini top. It was so skimpy that removing it at all was pointless, but it was soon untied to prevent any issues with the massage. It rested there against her colossal swells of side-boob in a gorgeous manner; mouth-watering for Yuffie.

For Yuffie, it was a moment’s pause and preparation. For Scarlet, it was another moment to bitch, and she did so with a sigh. “Why am I still waiting?”

Yuffie said nothing. She had her goal now, and the plan was truly kicking off. With Scarlet there waiting for her hands, all the ninja had to do was slide herself around and move with purpose: to plant her hands down against those tightly knotted shoulders - and they were knotted, it was no lie - and run her hands down across the gorgeous planes of a smooth backside.

With a modest application of lotion, she began to push down and knead. Her movements carried all the hallmarks of one who was trained not for massages, but for pressure-point combat and acupuncture-healing. It was a tight mixture, and her fingertips were a bit rougher than a normal masseuse's. Still, with skill, she pushed down, finding knots, and bundles of tense muscles, and worked at them with all the knowledge she had.

Her touches were not soft. They were not there to pamper Scarlet. She used her skills to dig in and hit pressure points that sent stinging pain through Scarlet’s body, drawing out fidgeting hisses - and then smoothed it over with a brushing touch that ran along sensitive nerve-endings that made the blonde’s senses sizzle with distinct pleasure.

Sharp, stinging pain, then salving brushes of pleasure. Scarlet could not truly complain about any individual burst of pain when pleasure came quickly afterward, though the woman did grunt and scowl at points. It seemed like she was trying to find something to be mad about, but the bursts of pleasure were enough to dull the worst of it.

“You’ve got small hands, girl, ” Scarlet huffed with vitriol. “You’d better work hard to make up for a man’s real hands.”

She was riling Yuffie up, she knew that. The words were a challenge, but Yuffie was up to meet it: pushing down, sliding around, digging into knots with a pressure that made Scarlet scowl then rubbing it over to make her sigh through her nose. She watched the way that emotion buzzed through her target, and she found delight in it - just as much as the actual feeling of that perfect skin in her hands was.

“A-are you a beast? Trying to grope my skin off?” Scarlet mocked. “Goodness, you have no grace…”

“It’s a deep-tissue massage, ma’am,” Yuffie said in a low drawl. “If it’s too much, please let me know so I can soften it.”

Her words were a double edged barb. Maybe too forward for her plans, but the gauntlet was thrown: Scarlet, privileged and haughty as she was, had deep tissue massaged before. She couldn’t ask Yuffie to go softer, and she might not have wanted her to stop - or she would have said it instead of taunting her. No, she was enjoying herself to some degree, and now bit back her bile and said nothing more.

Yuffie worked her hands down and around for one minute, then two minutes, going for firm, hard, eager action. As the sun beamed down across lotion-glazed skin, Scarlet started to sigh, and hiss, and shiver. Her shoulders rolled as Yuffie pushed up, and her spine arched when they went down; when Yuffie went down on Scarlet’s thighs, toes would curl, and when she moved against her lower back, her ass would raise up.

When Yuffie pushed across her ass, Scarlet seemed to shiver - and with each passing moment, her actions only grew more intense. On the third minute, it was subtle. By the eighth, Scarlet was almost panting and almost gasping, with her body gently quivering each time fingers pushed down. Scarlet could not even realize at that point that Yuffie was skillfully kneading at pressure points designed for pleasure, not for muscle relief - spots that aroused a woman, not soothed them.

Her fingers inflamed her lusts, and Scarlet didn’t know it. She was indulging in the massage, and Yuffie saw it clearly. She knew her plan was working, and so she eagerly, though subtly, pushed the envelope: letting her fingers linger across Scarlet’s ass, her palms loitering against her plush thighs, moving in suggestive ways over her spine and down along her flanks.

At points, she was simply feeling Scarlet up more than massaging her, but the blonde didn’t actually protest. A fidget here, perhaps, but simply sighed a bit more and more by the moment. Gasps of pleasure came out with each lingering touch and squeeze, and Yuffie’s pulse skyrocketed. When she trailed her hands down from shoulders to mid back, then down along a waist, and when she squeezed, and listened to Scarlet moan, she knew her work was almost complete.

When the squeeze caused Scarlet to push her ass back, Yuffie’s blood began to boil. When she pressed her hands down into Scarlet’s ass, her fingers pushing, and guiding, and kneading, and only earned a guttural groan for her efforts, she smirked with pride. Yuffie massaged it with hard, forceful touches no masseuse would allow, all while her blood boiled. She knew her victory was so close that she could taste it, that Scarlet was worked right over to the cusp, and felt her pulse skyrocket.

She glanced up and locked eyes with Fran, who seemed to get the idea. The lovely blonde, who had been standing there uselessly as Scarlet writhed and groaned under the tropical sun, raised her voice for the first time in tens of minutes.

“Miss Scarlet,” she said, and they could almost sense the flash of irritation that passed through the buxom blonde, “I forgot to inform you of our new Champagne Towers; they’re an exclusive benefit for our VIP guests.”

“Would you like to try one, madam?” Yorda chimed in helpfully, her voice curling in her throat. “It’s the finest grade champagne on the market.”

Scarlet hissed and clicked her tongue. “Yes, yes, whatever, Fran, go grab it for me. Be quick.”

Fran smiled. “Very good, ma’am.”

She subtly gestured at the other girls, and all three left the room - in lieu of the fact that Scarlet had ordered only one to leave. As Yuffie had been told, she never let all three leave her sight - but they just did, and she was too distracted to notice. Her mind was elsewhere, and Yuffie knew it. She heard the thickness in Scarlet’s words, the throatiness of her voice, and knew one thing to be solid fact:

The woman was horny.

Yuffie leaped into the next part of her plan.

“Shall I do your front now, ma’am?” She asked politely, but in a low, throaty voice of her own. “It helps to get all the knots out.”

Scarlet hummed from deep in her throat. She swiftly began to pull herself around, her loose bikini top shifting around her tits such that it snagged around one rosy nipple and showed a swathe of her areola. She wasn’t quite on her back, but had her torso propped up on her forearms; in that manner, she presented a gorgeous vision of a buxom, sexy pin-up girl of older years, bombshell amongst bombshells.

Her cheeks were ruddy, flushed with blood; her eyes were lidded, heavy and thick. She stared up at Yuffie, then down, down to her shorts - and snapped to the girl-cock she had spied earlier. Only, before, she’d been staring at a bulge around six inches. Now, she was staring at a full ten-inch slab locked in too-tight pants, straining the very waistband. The entire time had left it engorged with blood, and Yuffie had not tried to hide it.

She hadn’t, because the point was to show it off - and, when those baby-blue eyes widened into saucers, she knew her plan to be perfect. The reaction was on the same dramatic level as Fran and Naomi, with blown pupils and parted lips and a stunned flicker to her mouth. A full hard, ten-inch slab straining her shorts, making it clear the masseuse was not, in fact, being innocent.

If Scarlet wasn’t into girl dick, she would have thrown Yuffie off the balcony. If she wasn’t into being hit on by her masseuse or fucking the help, she would have had her lined up for a firing squad. But, she was. As Yuffie had been told, Scarlet always wanted to get off when she arrived, she always enjoyed being fucked by someone that took her fancy, and she was, apparently, a connoisseur of girl-dick.

Yuffie had gotten her at the right spot, the right position, where she was too horny and dizzy-headed to notice what was wrong and, instead, comply. Scarlet smirked at her, eyes mellowing into something hard and lustful. Her tongue played at the corner of her mouth as she considered her words, then purred thickly.

“Naughty girl,” Scarlet playfully scolded, her words lacking that hard, bitchy edge, but still wholly condescending. She flicked her chin out in a lofty gesture. “Come closer.”

Yuffie, again, suppressed her urge to react to the condescending tone. She wanted to show herself off and whip off her mask, but knew that she was on the cusp of paying Scarlet back for all her transgressions one-thousand times over. She complied and moved over to Scarlet, going right to the reclining bombshell’s side: her posture subservient, her dick pushing against her work shorts like the monster that it was.

Scarlet did not say anything more, not for that single moment. Instead, while partially sitting up such that her fat tits heaved and glistened in the beachfront sunlight, she reached out with her hand. Her elegant nails flicked across the little zipper of the resort-standard shorts, then gripped it more tightly. She unzipped with a fluid roll of her hand, moving with a mixture of speed and slowness that made Yuffie’s heart swell.

As she unzipped, the monstercock began to flop out of its confinement. There was no other support than her shorts, and so nothing to stop it from bouncing out of the fly. It bounced down like the giant slab of white-cast meat that it was: a powerful, prodigious, girthy girldick some ten inches long and of a thickness that made a wrist appeal small. A massive log of a dick like a felled tree, all presented to Scarlet as if on a silver platter.

Scarlet released a brisk, smug laugh. Her fingernails raked down the cock’s head with a skin-pinching flick, then slipped down to rub her fingers across the vascular underside. “Oh, what an obscene thing!”

Yuffie gulped. She tried not to show anything, and instead, focused on her elation: they were in the ‘the game’ now, and she had what she wanted. Her dick was out, and Scarlet had not kicked her out. Her fingers ran against the thick prick, then pushed against it more firmly; lean, slender fingers and long, red nails surrounded the raw, ruddy girth, before eventually pushing a smooth palm up to cup it.

“You’re a masseuse, the help, ” Scarlet sneered up at her face. Her hand slipped across the shaft, moving from the midsection toward the tip with an easy and well-practiced sweep. “I can’t imagine the utter audacity it takes for someone like you to get so visibly aroused. And all because of me, your client? How disgusting.”

In lieu of her words, Scarlet’s hand rolled against the bulbous cock-tip, then back down the huge, girthy shaft. That ‘obscene’ and ‘disgusting’ meat was stroked by a clever, easy palm, which slipped and rolled into place in what could only be considered a handjob. Smooth. Skilled, well-practiced. The movements of a whore.

“It’s always the same with your ilk,” Scarlet scolded her, yet the grin upon her lips betrayed her satisfaction. “Absolutely no self-control, like a mindless savage.”

Yuffie truly had to bite her tongue to hold back her deep frustration. The last thing she wanted was to be told she had no self control, and being called a savage stirred up all those memories of pain and anger that any Wutaian would hold toward Shinra - and that spoke nothing of more recent, tragic experiences. Yet, she held back, knowing - sensing - that victory was close at hand.

“Well?” Scarlet sneered. “Are you mute, too, you little tramp?”

Yuffie tensed up, then mellowed out a hiss. “I apologize, madam. I… cannot… control myself.”

“Of course not,” Scarlet laughed, as if smug and content. She rolled her hand across the shaft, stroking it in her tight cage of fingers. “ Ugh, this is why I hate you Futanari women. You’re all the same, savage beasts, ruled only by your lusts.” The sexy blonde clicked her tongue. “No control. No grace. Animals.”

Yuffie wanted to laugh. The Trio had told her about the rumours, and Yuffie herself had heard more rumours back in Midgar about the many, many futanari escorts that Scarlet had purchased, but she’d never had solid proof of anything - after all, Scarlet degraded most people and apparently only banged the ‘male staff’. Now, though, she knew the rumours to be true, and the amusement burned through the Ninja in droves.

Who’s the animal, Scarlet?

“I can only imagine what depraved, lurid fantasies you were thinking about while touching me,” Scarlet huffed, clearly irate, and yet holding no anger. It was more like she was talking out her fantasies, as if hoping that ‘the help’ had, in fact, been lusting over her. It made sense to Yuffie, though: women like her, of that age and genetic perfection, clearly craved the praise. “Goodness, it makes me sick just thinking about it.”

Her hand pulled, drawing across the shaft, sliding faster, higher, harder; her fingers tight, her grip perfect, her palm silky smooth. She drew up, then drew down, now outright pumping across it - more or less jacking her off, no longer examining her. Soft rushes of elation ran along Yuffie’s spine, prompting her to hold back a groan.

“I should have you fired for this clear act of unprofessional conduct,” Scarlet huffed in hot, clipped tones. “Or put you in a Shinra cell.” She smirked imperiously. “Your kind is used to that, right?”

Yuffie bit back yet more anger - another bigoted spiel toward Wutaians was sure to be coming.

“Wutaian… and a Futanari. Savage upon savage. A shame, truly. Expected, though.” Scarlet’s head leaned forward and, in utter contrast to her bigoted rant, spat upon the head of Yuffie’s dick: offering a globule of saliva to the mix and quickly pumping past it to layer lube across the shaft. “Though, perhaps there’s some value in your race. At least one of you has a cock worth a damn…”

Scarlet raked her eyes over ‘the help’s’ uniform, more or less eye-fucking her. She did so with that signature, smug look upon her face, all while her hand pumped up and down. Her grip was tight, the saliva was slick, her fingers were smooth; her wrist rolled in well-practiced, rhythmic pumps, outright jacking off Yuffie’s cock regardless of any vile words that were spat at her.

“It’s a shame it’s attached to you, but alas, I shall have to contend myself with a little girl instead of a nice, handsome man,” Scarlet said, her voice tight, critical, and smug. It was difficult not to be amused; no one who pumped a dick that eagerly with their hand, nor spat on it, wanted a man in there. “I only hope you can offer more stamina here and now than your… kind… did back in the war.”

This cunt, Yuffie hissed. Her patience wore thin, but she held on - focusing on inner mantras of meditation to settle herself, and not let it get over her. She knew that this hinged upon Scarlet’s belief that she was fully in control, as always: that she was just exercising her power over yet another submissive peon.

Scarlet hummed. “You’re lucky, though, girl. I’m feeling generous today.”

Yuffie’s heart thumped and her dick throbbed with vascular life. Scarlet noticed the flush of arousal, felt the cock jump in her hand, and offered a quick, tiny little gasp. She saw just how dense and virile the shaft was, and it seemed to please her even more: her tongue lapped across her plump, red lips, and her blue eyes glimmered.

“All I want to do is enjoy my vacation,” Scarlet almost purred. “So I’ll give you the chance. Would you like that?”

Yuffie wrenched her head up and down and said nothing.

“Mhm… Yes, I’ll give you a chance and help you with this,” Scarlet purred. She stopped jacking off the dick and, instead, squeezed it powerfully, bending the dense flesh within her fingers. “And if you do a good job, I might show mercy and not report this little incident to management.”

Scarlet looked up at her expectantly. Yuffie realized, then, that she was meant to say something, that she had to acknowledge it somehow, and that was a struggle - her throat was thick with anger and arousal, her body was flustered with frustration and excitement, and finding a good tone and register was not easy at all.

“Yes, ma’am, that sounds very good, ma’am,” Yuffie forced out with the best fake gratitude she could muster up. “That’s an incredibly generous offer, miss, and I’ll do my best… madam…”

Her fake gratitude was terrible even to her own ears. No one would be convinced by such shitty acting, but thankfully, Scarlet didn’t care. Not because it was shitty, but because she hadn’t registered it at all. Yuffie was the Help, but more than that, she was a mere peon, a Wutaian, and a Futa; she was lesser. She meant nothing to Scarlet beyond what she could offer with her dick, and so her words were utterly, entirely ignored.

“You’d better entertain me more than the last Wutaians I met,” Scarlet sneered, and a flush of anger made Yuffie fidget - but the hand tightened, squeezed, and gripped the base in a death grip. “Oh, do hold still, you little tramp. Keep still, now. You can do that right, yes?”

Yuffie forced her head into a nod.

For all of her racist remarks, for all of her superior attitude and airs, Scarlet was truly just a horny bitch. There was no other way to put it, not when she yanked Yuffie’s dick forward with brutal intent and all but slammed her lips up against it – an audibly cock-thwap that would have made many girls daunted, but for Scarlet was just one milestone more.

A woman that slutty, that whorish, with those rumours behind her, could never be anything more than a wanton slut. She saw people like Yuffie as toys, objects, things to demean and control and then take advantage of. All of her bile and ire had been there to lord in her apparent superiority, leading to a moment where her bitchy, smarmy mouth was put to its true, intended task: messily slurping on dick.

That was precisely how it went down. Those heavenly cocksuckers planted themselves and kissed the meat of Yuffie’s dick powerfully , instinctively drawing out a sigh from her mouth. She pushed those desires down to control herself, but there was no hiding the glee that passed through her when the perfect woman kissed her once – then twice, then again, her mouth laying out a sudden, shameless beat across the cock.

No hesitation. No delay. Less hesitation, even, than Yuffie had felt when slamfucking Naomi and Fran the other day. Even she’d taken it a bit easy to start with, but here and then, Scarlet simply attacked her cock with the vigour of a Hag-Whore. She assaulted it with kisses down its massive, meaty beef, working along the turgid flank to kiss down to the base of it. Her mouth left splotchy marks of wetness in its wake, combined with ruddy marks of red lipstick.

A sudden, vicious assault of pleasure that made Yuffie’s heart rake spike. Seeing a whore like that go down was hot and exciting, but Yuffie couldn’t do anything – she wasn’t meant to, and she could not break her cover yet so early. She sighed as Scarlet slurped at the base of her shaft, then groaned as the wanton whore let her tongue roll out and slip against the very meaty base.

No hesitation there, either. Scarlet showed no shame as she nuzzled into the broadness, and even less as she sent the flat of her tongue raking out. It slapped against the vascular underside of the shaft, then drawing up against it with a hot, wet squish – licking up the base of it, along thick, dense veins, toward the hot, rolling head in one skilled flick. Most girls couldn’t just lick up ten inches, but not only did Scarlet do that, she sent it sliding and curling around the head, too.

She was experienced, and Yugfie realized that quickly. When Scarlet’s eyes flicked up to stare, Yuffie turned away and looked aside; she couldn’t betray anything, but knew she was dealing with a real, true force to be reckoned with. Scarlet had been a worthy opponent back in Midgar, and she would be here, too, with her skills and talents.

Scarlet pressed a sloppy kiss against the head of the dick again, making Yuffie sigh. The slut pushed down from there with hot, slippery kisses once again, and this time went for open-mouthed presses that allowed the heat of her mouth to push forward: hot little gushes of warmth and flicking slurps of her tongue which kept up an assault of stimulation few would find easy to bear.

At the same time, Scarlet’s hands rolled down across her own lotion-slick body. She didn't need to use her hands to hold up Yugffie’s cock, and was more than happy and more than content to simply let it flop against her face; she seemed to take great relish in nuzzling into its mast, heedless of the actual optics of it. She was a whore, and she was enjoying herself to dangerous levels.

Scarlet slurped at patches of cockflesh, layering it with sticky squishes of saliva. Her hands rolled over her big, fluffy titties, and then went down to grab them; she began to dig her hands into her own massive breasts and squeezed down into their fleshy swells, clearly so horny that she needed to play with herself. Yuffie thought the sight was hot as all fuck, and it certainly made her libido pulse rapidly.

She’s so hot, Yuffie thought. Shame she’s a monster in human skin….

Monster or not, she was good with her lips. She lapped the hard, fleshy contours of girldick, and nuzzled down with shameless intent. Her mouth pressed sticky, slurping marks across the length, dotting it with patches of saliva and the faintest of impressions of lipstick. Her tongue rolled out to slap across the girth and slide upward, raking over its immense haft to really work it around.

Scarlet hissed from the back of her throat. She nuzzled up and squeezed her tits with relish, such that Yuffie could see the flesh bending around in her fingers. The woman played with her chest while going down on a dick without using her hands at all, which was impressive as it was depraved; she’d known Scarlet was a whore, but never expected this level of pure sloppiness.

Scarlet kissed along the underside, which flopped over her face so much so that half of it – her left cheek and eye – were covered. And, yet, as she did so, she was still able to speak: her words punctuated by more sloppy kisses, drizzling saliva and wanton hunger.

“Maybe –“ she stuttered between kisses “-You Wutaians aren’t – so useless – after all.”

Yuffie’s blood boiled, but her anger remained contained. She did nothing, letting her eyes betray nothing, even as Scarlett rose up and curled her mouth around the head of the cock. She did moan, though, when Scarlet abruptly opened her mouth, parted them, and clamped herself down upon the angry, bulbous cap.

A surprise suckle that made her breath shiver out of her throat and prompted fingers to curl into her sides. She groaned as Scarlet suckled up her sensitive tip, then slipped down with wanton desire to pull the thing into her mouth. No shame, no hesitation, only a fervour that made strip club prostitutes feel shame. Scarlet instantly dipped her head down and began to suckle, transitioning her shameless cock-worship into a blowjob in no time.

Ns hands, those remained upon her fat tits: mauling, kneading, and groping, pinching her own nipples and caressing with the lotion-slicked flesh while her head dipped down. Blonde hair fluttered as that sexy mouth descended, embracing the cock with wanton glee. Yuffie got to feel cocksuckers unlike any other wrapped around her prick and a soft mouth that was finger-fed and hand-raised like the finest of animals, all for the sake of pleasuring cock.

Or so it seemed, at least. She didn't know. Whatever it was, the touch of that mouth felt different to even the Trio of beauties. This was five-star, luxury mouth; this was ten-million-Gil whore-mouth wrapped around her prick. It slurped it away down without relent, offering a gushing parade of sticky saliva; a squelching mouthful that bathed Yuffie in heat.

Damn, she whined in her skull, that feels really, really good…

She watched Scarlet dip down, slurping on the first four inches with an easy twitch of her head. She slobbered around it without a care, her tongue curling with a wet, salivating touch; wrapping against the shaft and undulating with wet ease. Everything about it was hot, wet, slick, and honestly good; the twitch of it, the push, was intoxicatingly wonderful.

Scarlet angled her head and rolled, adjusting her skull in the same manner that Yuffie would her hips; a skullful, rhythmic gyration that offered a parade of sticky sensation. It was good technique, in fact, a very skilled sweep that most girls couldn’t manage. When Scarlet drew her head up, lips rubbing all the way all without the use of her hands, Yuffie was honestly awed.

Shucks, she’s got some serious technique! Yuffie thought with worry. Damn, she’s gonna be a challenge!

Scarlet suckled at her shaft, her head dipping and curling; she sent her mouth slurping right back down, hands squeezing into her tits all the while. Salvia bubbled around the contours of her mouth, worked about into the cock like lather by her writhing, undulating tongue. Wetness bubbled into sticky froth, hot and intoxicating. It was good head, damned good head, and Yuffie was really impressed by it.

This woman must suck more dick than she does glasses of wine, Yuffie marveled. She’s such a hoe, whoa…

Scarlet’s head bobbed. Her mouth suckled at the hardness; her ruby-red lips tight and smooth in a perfect, enticing manner. She gurgled upon Yuffie’s cock while her hands pawed at her fat titties, mauling and kneading them out of shape. Every bit of her seemed horny and aroused, and Yuffie could practically feel the lust pouring off the woman in waves.

The way she moved her head, the way she licked and suckled, the hot bubbles of saliva that seeped from her perfect, fat lips, or the way she groped her own chest, showed just how insanely horny she was. Her movements betrayed her arousal, and Yufie loved that. She knew the woman was a total monster, but she was incredibly good at giving head: no hands, only fluid, rolling, pushing movement.

It honestly took everything in Yuffie’s body not to reach it, grab the woman’s golden head, and face-fuck the slut until she passed out. As she stared down at the woman’s sexy face as it bobbed and below her shaft with ravenous gusto, with a hunger that bordered on a desire for consumption, it took everything in her to not act out on her true wishes.

For once, I’m happy for that stupid waterfall, she thought, and cast her mind back to her terrible, cold meditation training. If it wasn’t for that, Yuffie knew that she would have failed at this critical juncture and failed her task: keeping steady and placid was the hardest thing of her entire damned life.

If she thought it couldn’t get any worse, if she thought Scarlet couldn’t be any more depraved, she quickly learned otherwise – learned not to underestimate her foe, whether it was on the battlefield or in the bedroom.

Scarlet rolled up to the head of the shaft and cupped it, and it alone, in her plush cocksuckers. She slurped at it and twisted her eyes up to stare at Yuffie's face, and the girl attempted to remain placid. It was impossible to tell what the slut thought, and it was hard to concentrate, either, when she was staring at plump red lips suckling at her shaft like a lollipop – all while saliva bubbles around their corners and dribbled down a chin like a drooling cock-whore.

Scarlet popped off a second later, almost making Yuffie whimper. The bitch twisted her head, licked her lips, and sneered. “What a monstrous cock. You’re lucky, kid, that I have the assets to deal with it. Otherwise, you might as well be out on the curb, begging for change like a virgin.”

None of it made sense. It was ridiculous and pointless and petty, and Yuffie struggled not to hiss and act out. Yet, it paled in comparison to what she saw next: Scarlet’s hands surrounding the base of her boobs, yanking them up, moving them into line with the flopping dick. When the first hint of lotion-lubed boobflesh hit her cock, the ninja honestly groaned.

When the sinful slut began to draw the fat dic into her soft cleavage, trapping it in layers of sticky, glazed flesh, she almost wanted to pass out. Girls with big boobs were a favourite of hers, but nothing like this, never had she had someone with utter mountains upon her chest- and as those natural swells caressed her, she almost felt faint. Her can-thick monster-dick was quite literally engulfed by soft breasts, consumed by luscious slopes of white, and it was utterly mind-numbing.

Concentrate, Yuffie! She yelled at herself . Don’t let her defeat you in the first round! Hold firm! You’re a stud, remember, you're a stud, the girls said so!

“Such an ugly cock,” Scarlet mocked as she pushed down on the slopes of her tits, trapping cock between her immense, bountiful, perfect cleavage. “I hope you realize you’re being honoured that I’m doing this at all.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” Yuffie squeaked, struggling to remain placid and not show her anger and fury. Even if her voice was unconvincing, Scarlet was not listening. She did not see Yuffie as a person. She saw her as a disposable toy, something to use, abuse, and drop when she was done. It was degrading, and it was Yuffie’s greatest challenge.

Scarlet pulled on her chest, drawing the fat slopes of flesh about the cock’s girth – drawing them up with a sudden, delicious stroke, the kind of thing that made Yuffie feel utterly light-headed. She groaned as the silken skin rolled up her shaft, then drew down its thickness, caressing her with its intimate warmth. Lotion and saliva made for a perfectly sticky mixture, leaving everything gorgeously frictionless.

As her tits drew down, Yuffie’s dick stabbed up from the tip; E-cup or not, ten inches was massive. Scarlet knew it, planned for it; her eyes glistened and her lips sneered. She smugly hummed up at Yuffie while pushing her tits around into place, using her hands to skillfully manhandle her massive mounds. Most girls struggled to give tittyfucks, because it was simply difficult to move one’s chest in such a manner. Not this woman. She knew what she was doing, and executed it with effortless, sloppy passion. 

“It’s even too big for my own tits,” Scarlet mocked. “What were you going to do without me, you little tramp? Stuff it against some other woman’s chin? Hm?”

Yuffie wisely kept her mouth shut. Thankfully, with her mask in place, Scarlet could not see her biting into her lip so hard she drew blood, and clearly did not notice the way she balled her hands into fists at her side. Frustration rose in her and mixed with her pleasure, forming a very dangerous mixture. 

“Utterly graceless,” Scarlet continued to mock. “You filthy Futanari can’t even handle yourselves without me…”

Once again upping the ante and once again proving herself to be a drooling, wanton cockwhore, Scarlet’s head dipped down and ran her tongue across the head of the thick, throbbing rod. She lapped at it, suckled, drawing out a wet groan from Yuffie’s mouth; she pushed in and slipped down and around, lapping at the fat contours, veins and all. 

She did it while bouncing her tits, drawing them up with an easy twitch of her visits: no effort at all, just horny eagerness and sloppy desires. They were heavy, but that did not bother the bitchy woman in the least. She sent them into a stark, steep slide, brushing cock with the perfect softness of her huge, natural titties, as if that was all an easy, second-hand thing for her.

Her mouth planted itself down along the bulbous cap, lips shoved down into a sinfully soft place. She kissed at it, slurped away at it, with wide, open-mouthed touches of pure sin. She suckled at the head, leaving it dribbling with faint droplets of saliva – faint now, but with hot, increasing intent. Her mouth curled, flicked, drew across the shaft with a wet gush of enthusiasm.

And then down, once more suckling up the ruddy head into her mouth. Yuffie had not been in a position before where a girl gave her a tittyfuck-blowjob combo, that was for damned sure. Feeling it now, and she was almost in bliss. It was a difficult thing to hold herself back and not let her libido burn too hot, because it was so damned sexy that it tore at her mind.

She wanted to swear, or curse, but simply said nothing – it was safer that way. She stood there and fidgeted, her knees quivering, as the utter slut of a bombshell began to work at her cock from two ends:  her mouth slurping upon it with gusto, drawing on those dense, upper inches with salivating warmth, while her huge, doughy titties wobbled across the meaty mass with pleasure.

Fat, heavenly tits wobbled their way up, then won, moving and sliding at the behest of Scarlet’s eager hands. Her long fingers and delicate nails dug into breastmeat as she sought to push down on the fat prick, engulfing it in layers after layers of sticky cleavage. She pushed into her slopes to squish her boobs together, offering sinful seals of pressure that surely would have made a lesser person cum instantly.

The mouth above slurped with indelicate hunger, as if Scarlet was outright trying to eat up her dick. She could only suckle upon about three inches, but that was the perfect limit for a woman to bounce and bob upon. Plump cocksuckers rolled with an ever-ending vigour that was shocking to see, and the bubbling saliva at their corners brooked no lie: this woman was horny as all hell.

What a slut, Yuffie marveled . It’s so hot… shit….

She squeezed her fingers into her palms and groaned as Scarlet slurped away at her, leaving her dick dripping with saliva. The stuff dripped and drizzled down her shaft in thick lines, now rushing across her own tits In strings. A plaster-thick rope here, another there, painting portions of her swollen cleavage like glue. More dribbled between her fat, bouncing beasts, adding to the sticky lubrication already there.

Yuffie groaned; she could not help herself. As those breasts rolled up and down, she could see lutino and saliva welling up around her shaft like lava from the lip of a volcano. A steady, slurping rush that only made things that much more sinful. Boobflesh glided up and down Yuffie’s monstrous cock, covering swathes of that ten-inch beast, while Scarlet's lips covered the rest.

Yuffie only caught glimpses of her own dick, ludicrous though that seemed. The combination of bouncing boobs and suckling mouth ensured that entire swathes of her shaft were covered at a time, and it was impossible not to be swept away on such waves of fervour. She groaned out subtly, the sound washing into her face mask, barely suitable enough to avoid detection.

Barely. She huffed and sighed as the slut went down on her with ravenous, rapacious passions, slurping away at the upper inches to the sound of suckling and the rushing of drool, and while boobs pressed and glided across dense meat. They felt heavenly across the sore thickness, soothing her aching meat in a way only pillows could manage. True chest-cushions, delightful as the sun above.

The heavenly embrace almost lolled Yuffie into a false sense of calm. Almost, as it was. She knew this was dangerous and that she could not submit, but holding on was damned difficult. She breathed out in a hot, heavy breath as those divine mounds bounced across her cock, jiggling with every sweep  -sinful wobbles that made the eyes water. 

They thudded into her skin, for their swells and mountainous size forced them into close proximity. They slapped down like cushions, moulded to Yuffie’s pelvis like pillows, and made her whine, made her want to arch her waist and fuck those tits like they were just another hole. She resisted that urge, but the loving sloppy-toppy form above, the one still yet drizzling streams of saliva, made her patience seriously wear thin.

Control, you’re in control, Yuffie reminded herself. Damnit, though… gosh… 

Scarlet’s head pushed deeper all the while, moved harder with each second, as if she could not be contained. Soon, she was shoving her face into her own cleavage as she desperately suckled up cockmeat. Soon, her tits were falling away to make more room for her mouth. Even sooner still, she let go of her tits entirely and simply began to maul them in her hand; cleavage fell away with glistening strands of saliva-thickened lotion forming bridges from tittymeat to cockflesh.

All so that Scarlet could relentlessly push down harder upon that sloppy rod of meat, moving from a tittyfuck-blowjob into a messy deepthroating. At least, so it seemed, because Scarlet was really just going down now – pulling the cock into her mouth at its deepest, moving until the rubbery head hit the back of her throat, and then further still.

She gurgled obscenely about the shaft, saliva churning and bubbling in the depths of her throat. She leaned forward, chest swinging and wobbling like udders, as she gulped down the cock. She had no gag reflex at all, proving her whorish proclivities – but that didn’t stop the sound of ‘gagging’ from rising up in hard, sloppy retches, each one sinful to listen to.

Scarlet was gagging, coughing, and slobbering over a dick, hot gurgles and messy slobbers rising up from the very depths of her bitchy mouth. Yuffie was almost in love with it. It sounded so perfect, looked so amazing, that it drove her wild. Yuffie struggled for self-control, and Scarlet struggled to actually slurp down the monster-cock: it was too much, too big, even for her experienced whore-throat.

She can’t do it , Yuffie thought with glee. She’s a whore, and she can’t manage it.

Scarlet slurped the shaft up to about six inches, and then winced; she slobbered and gagged as she went down further, until seven inches of thickness were lodged against her throat. Her sputtering rose to new heights as she shifted her head left and right, trying to slurp down more. Already, her neck was visibly elongated, bulging about the weight of the dick.

She can’t go further, Yuffie smugly realized. She’s the most experienced cocksucker I’ve ever seen, and she can’t handle my dick. Hah! Take that!

Her smugness matched Scarlet’s struggle. The woman began to slobber and slurp, with spittle freely flowing down around her lips. Her throat spasmed as she tried to force herself down just a bit more, and the tight, clenching wall made Yuffie whine. Her head rolled as she tried to get a better angle of attack, but she couldn’t – it wasn’t possible, the dick was just too damned big.

Yuffie could see the way that Scarlet glared at her cock’s mast through watery eyes and teary orbits. She could see the blonde’s façade of confidence and self-assurance crumble down as she was faced with a dick too big for even her experienced throat to handle; could watch the gears turn as Scarlet realized she was – if for the moment – beaten.

The sexy blonde slobbered backward with a twitch. More saliva rushed from her mouth, now decorating the dick like a slime. She slurped her way back up, as if she understood that she had bitten off more than she could chew – but her arrogance remained plastered across her brow, refusing to admit defeat.

She pushed down again, suckling it up into the tight depths of her messy throat. Down she went with gorgeous, syrupy glee, until she was, again, at the seven-inch mark. She drifted into place and slobbered hard, lips tight as could be; she gurgled from the back of her throat and rose up again, twitching herself along that deepthroated length; this time, Yuffie saw a faint sheen of red lipstick at the seven-inch mark.

And then down again, rough and passionate. It was a slow and sloppy struggle that Yuffie revelled in: watching Scarlet bounce her head as she sought to deepthroat the biggest dick of her entire life. It was not just long, but too thick of it: her throat was unable to expand that far that easily, and soon, it looked full to the point of simply bursting. If she was wearing a choker, it would have surely snapped.

But Scarlett continued apace, ignorant of the whorish sounds she made, the saliva dribbling down her chin to spatter her tits, nor the tears that made her mascara a tiny, tiny bit blotchy. She forced the shaft into her throat with sounds so obscene that even a pornstar would have been flustered, and forced herself in as far as she could manage.

Eight inches, now, then eight and a third, eight and a half – more, and a bit more, to the sound of wet slobbering. She was desperate to try, and she wrapped her lips around the nine-inch mark after a few minutes of struggle. Yuffie simply watched with smug pride, now haughty knowing that her cock was even too big for this whore. 

I hope you choke on it, she thought with glee, literally.

Scarlet couldn’t get past the nine inches. She slobbered and slurped and stared at the last inch with watery eyes, constantly pushing, but gagging too hard to manage. She struggled fitfully; her fingers were clawing at Yuffie’s pelvis now, practically leaving welts across her skin. The woman was desperate to go further, to take all of the dick into her expanded throat, but she couldn’t. Her mind was willing, but her body was weak.

She held herself down for a long time, too long, in fact, to the point where her eyes were rolling and growing foggy. Her breaths and gurgles were losing steam, turning into mere squelches. Her oxygen supply had dwindled through her efforts, leaving her lungs empty. She was quite literally choking herself upon the cock, and even her impressive talents dwindled. 

When Scarlet tore herself back, it was not done willingly. It was an instinctive reflex to preserve her life, so that she did not black out from oxygen deprivation. For the first time in a long while, she yanked herself off the dick to the sound of obscene popping. A rush of saliva left her lips and strings of wetness connected her plump mouth to the shaft ahead, like the net of a fisherman at sea.

She coughed and heaved in air, such that her tits were left heaving. She panted hard and coughed to clear her throat, and each sound was deliciously full and wet. Scarlet had quite literally nearly choked herself out on Yuffie’s fat dick, and lost the battle. The ninja could not have been more proud. She had won this first engagement, proven herself more than worthy, and her body surged with heat.

That’s it, take it in, you monster, Yuffie thought with pride. You’ve met your match.

Her cock was dripping saliva, and two rings of red lipstick – seven and nine inches respectively – decorated it like a tattoo band. Below her, Scarlet was panting upon the seat, half-curled, half-risen, with her entire front drenched with spit. Her face was messy, her tits were glazed over and heaving, her nipples were hard as rocks and drool was dribbling down her fat swells like rainfall.

But that wasn’t it – even her bikini bottoms seemed drenched. Though it was difficult to tell on the face of it, Yuffie thought it apparent that the high and mighty executive was literally dripping with lust, quivering with need, for a girl and a cock that she had once tried to kill. She did not know it yet, but she was at her weakest point ever.

Yet, Scarlet still thought of herself as the master here, in charge of this entire sordid affair. 

Yuffie couldn’t be happier with how things were turning out.

“What a beastly, ugly cock,” Scarlet spat with dissatisfaction. Her throat was thick from the deepthroat, and that made it sexier. “You truly are an… inhuman brat.”

She was speaking to salve over her defeat, to insult some measure of contrition into Yuffie. It would not work, but the woman didn’t have to know that. Yuffie, with her cap and her face mask, presented herself as placidly as she could manage. She gave nothing away. She stood there with her ten-inch rod of meat twitching at Scarlet’s face, slowly dripping saliva.

Scarlet licked her lips and wiped her mouth with her long fingers. She seemed to be considering something, and then attempted to pull her messy face back into its former expression of confidence. “Fine, enough foreplay. It’s time to earn your keep, you little brat.”

“Of course,” Yuffie said with a delicious note of arousal, “Ma’am.”

Scarlet sneered. She stood up very abruptly, almost shoving her fat tits into YUffie’s face: highlighting even then their stark height advantage. If Scarlet thought she could lord that over her, she was wrong. Yuffie simply stared as the sexy slut twisted herself around, tits naked, bikini bottoms still attached, and walked away from the tanning bed – moving toward the bed and the now-stocked nightstand. 

She walked with sexy, swinging hips, and with a fat, bouncing ass that practically hung out of her bikini. Her side boobs were plainly visible, and they jiggled too. Yuffie loved the view. She followed that sexy backside toward the bed, and watched as Scarlet moved toward the nightstand. She fished into the carry-on bag that had been placed there and found a strip of condoms, about five in all.

Smoothly, she tore one off, then flicked the entire wrapper over at Yuffie. For a single moment, her skilled ninja reactions betrayed her: she snapped out and snatched it up with a speed that would have made a trained Shinra grunt pale. Scarlet should have realized the issue, but she was too horny, too desperate, to care.

“If even a single drop of your filthy cum touches me,” Scarlet began to say in a tone of thick derision, “I won’t just have you fired.”

Scarlet began to slip out onto the bed, catching Yuffie’s attention. The sight was far more important than the words, but she could hear the frustration and demanding nature of Scarlet’s voice.

“I’ll personally blow your brains out,” Scarlet told her, and flicked her fingers over to her carry-on – maybe, to indicate a weapon. “And send the footage to your family. Do you understand?”

Casually telling me you’re going to kill me and torture my family? Just for a drop of cum? Damn, you really are just terrible. Yuffie nodded contritely. “I understand… ma’am.”

She quickly tore into the wrapper and hefted it up. She saw the XL printed on the side, as well as the silly ‘SHINRA’ printed on it. She tried not to hide her amusement, or her revulsion. She began to pull on it, starting to slide the rubber over her slick dick, while Scarlet rolled herself around. She did not lay out on her back, but was, instead, ‘sitting up’ on the edge of the bed, not laying out nor standing up. 

A sexy pose to stare at, but not to actually fuck in. Yuffie didn’t care. She pulled the condom down over her shaft, and the company-made rubber snapped awkwardly into place. It wasn’t quite big enough to cover most of her dick, and only went around eight and a bit inches; just short of Scarlet’s thick lipstick stain. It also had “SHINRA CORP” plastered along the side, making her feel like some dumb brand-stamped corporate stooge.

“It’s not quite big enough, ma’am,” Yuffie said slowly, savouring each word that left her lips. Scarlet had already realized that, and the woman’s jaw was sent quivering for it. “Is this still ok for you?”

For you – the words were chosen to put the ball, again, in Scarlet’s court. Is it enough for you, as if to imply that saying no would mean she was lesser. A subtle prod, one that would not go over Scarlet’s head under normal conditions. These were not normal conditions. No, here, she was a sloppy, slutty mess, and not thinking past her own arousal.

“As I said, if a single drop touches me, I’ll kill you and let your sister see,” Scarlet mocked in a heavy, thick voice. She rolled her head back and spread her legs while still sitting upright, with only her arms behind her for purchase. Beautiful, truly, even to Yuffie: fat tits heaving, luscious legs spread, her bikini bottoms soaking wet. “This is your issue, not mine. You’re the one carrying such an obscene, unwieldy cock.”

“Of course, Madam,” Yuffie lied. She slipped herself forward, hovering over Scarlet: she could see the way that the woman’s pupils dilated, how she stared at Yuffie’s body, then at her dick. She could almost imagine the thoughts running through the Shinra exec’s mind: how is this girl so hung, she’s so tiny, I’m bigger, I’m better, and everything between.

She was almost too distracted by the condom-wrapped dick throbbing in front of her to notice that Yuffie unpeeled the straps of her bikini bottoms, then drew them aside to bear a slick, steaming cunt up to the air: folds glistening, petals parted, clearly needy and horny. She wanted dick, and Yuffie would give it to her in all her condom-wrapped glory.

Yuffie did not hesitate. Her heart was in her throat. This was her time, the moment she’d been waiting for. Not only was she going to fuck the hottest woman she’d ever seen, she was going to stick it – literally – to the horrible monster who had broken her home and killed her friend. She would finally get revenge ten times over, in the best, most gratifying way she could think of.

The cock pressed down, plopping against Scarlet’s pelvis. It broke her out of her reverie, prompting her to scowl. The bitch directed a glare up at Yuffie, even as the cock then pressed down across her clit and over her sopping, soaking folds to shove itself into rough place; Yuffie knew that there was no chance for foreplay, nor a moment to savour her prize.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Scarlet hissed, clearly upset by the waste of time. “Why are you wasting my –“

Yuffie chose that moment to jam her cock in. She did so with startling speed and yet perfect precision, for her understanding of the female form – even one sitting up on the edge of the bed like that – let her move with consummate grace. Her shaft slipped down, the head surging into the welcoming heat of a sopping pussy; at a roll of her hips, she had three inches jammed into Scarlet before she could speak another word.

So, instead, she gasped. A cute gasp, surprisingly so, but a gasp all the same. A note of indignation welled up in Scarlet’s throat, matched only by the baffled look on her face. She shuddered, then, as Yuffie’s remarkably thickness drilled down into her core all at once, sliding against her snatch in a way that stole words from the lips.

Best of all, Yuffie found it easy. Scarlet truly was horny, so wet and sloppy that even the dulling rubber of the protective condom did not truly dull it. She knew that, without the wrapper, she would be deep inside an inferno of molten arousal. Furthermore, everything was nice and wide and ready: her tunnel had parted in preparation for cock, showing her desperation.

She was ripe for the plucking, and Yuffie was her gardener.

“O-of course a beast like you would just shove it in,” Scarlet began to seethe, her voice hot and tight in her throat. “NO grace, no refinement, just – Oh!’

Again, the words died on her tongue when Yuffie chose that exact moment to roll her hips forward, to slide her waist around with a skilled, muscular sweep, the kind that had made so many girls mewl. Naomi had broken to it yesterday, and now even Scarlet was left shuddering palpable as the shaft – even those first three inches – ground into her soft, tight walls, hitting a sensitive spot she hadn’t known existed.

Scarlet groaned, eyes wincing; Yuffie, with mock concern, leaned in and said, “Goodness, Miss Scarlet, is everything okay?”

Her mocking concern was palpable, too. Scarlet must have realized it: she looked up with dangerous eyes and attempted to cuss her out once more. “What the fuck –“

But again, that was as far as she got. Another roll of the hips pushed the dick into places where Scarlet could not respond, killing the words upon her tongue. She hissed out, instead, as Yuffie’s hips angled, and pushed, driving another inch inside. Another hard, throbbing inch of wrist-thick dick, into insides that were willing and yet oh-so-painfully tight about her girth.

Yuffie didn’t actually care about Scarlet’s ire, or her annoyance, or her upset. None of that phased her now. She had her dick inside of her, she was actually in the process of fucking the high and mighty Shinra Exec, and nothing could phase her or disturb her. This was her moment, the target and goal, the moment where she proved herself – or she crashed and burned and probably ended up with a bullet between her eyes. 

She had to make it count, and so she was not actually in a position where she cared about Scarlet’s demeaning cusses. Instead, she sent her hips into a tight roll, and then pushed forward another inch – five of them now rolling into the tight-as-hell slut, working the bulbous cap into a fluttering sweet spot that made the blonde yelp.

Then, a sharp, backward retraction, a rutting push that made Scarlet groan. She opened her mouth to form a word, or a phrase, or something degrading – and then her silver tongue curled out against her lips and flopped down, turned to lead within her mouth. She groaned instead of talking and stared down with bulging eyes at the utter slab of a shaft retreating for the tight folds of her snug, gripping pussy.

“S-shit, you’re an animal,” Scarlet cussed. “You’re a savage, you know that, right? Your entire race of – of – s-shit!”

She hissed again, her curse withering behind the natural reactions of her throat. Her face frowned and furrowed, her jaw grimacing, as Yuffie pushed her hips up into the tight, crisp heat of womanly insides. Three, four, five inches, stopping short of more, and then a roll; hard and tight, pushing and grinding her thick dick against soft, pliant snatch. 

“Is everything all right, ma’am?” Yuffie said in a low, throaty voice, no longer truly hiding her smugness. “Is it too much for your cultured tastes?”

Scarlet, again, was not an idiot, and surely recognized the tone – but when she tried to curse her out, a babble instead left her lips. A hot gasp of annoyed pleasure that came with the rolling of that big dick, the rutting grind of that hardness against her snatch. It pushed into her, shoving at her snug, wringing walls, shifting them with a messy passion that was dizzying.

“You’re – fuck , you’re an animal, unruly and – shit – undisciplined,” Scarlet hissed out, her words not quite flowing free from her mouth. “You’re – that’s – y-you’re not even worth teaching, you – shitty – ngh !”

Scarlet groaned as the cock scraped deliciously deep, almost going for six inches – and then pulled back, drawing front that tight, tense tunnel. Her movements were fluid, easygoing, and precise; with speed and with precision she sent her dick rolling, and only rolling. She did not truly thrust or fuck the woman, and her movements were glacially slow. Still, that was enough to turn Scarlet’s tongue to lead and her curses to blubbers.

“I couldn’t quite hear you, ma’am,” Yuffie purred in a deliciously low, smug voice. 

Scarlet hissed through her teeth. She glared with hard, fierce eyes, and worked her jaw as if chewing on her words. She spat them out with vitriol, hard-edged and upset. “You – well – you’re – you – savage animal, you rutting – ah, fuck . Just –“  she offered a heavily-lidded gaze of angered arousal “-Be more careful, you b arbarian.”

“Oh, of course, ma’am, I’ll be sure to take it easy for you,” Yuffie said in a  voice that could, and should, have been taunting. “I don’t want to strain you, Miss Scarlet.”

Her saccharine response was truly a slip of the mask, but Scarlet was in no position to actually understand that – or to act out on it. Maybe she was about to, maybe those words had hit her tongue, but there was no chance to do anything about it. At that moment, Yuffie sent her hips forward in a sharper, harsher jab, her cock spearing forward in a tighter, stronger arc of motion.

Her dick crammed forward into that wet, crisp heat with more speed than it had thus far: no longer a slow, glacial push, but one of strong, intense firmness. Her shaft drilled into that sopping, drooling thick, pushing past honey-thick strands of arousal to drive in about six inches deep – not too much, but certainly a good amount to make someone like Scarlet hiss.

“You beast!’ The woman sneered, but that was the best she could do. When Yuffie’s hands grabbed her waist and cupped her broad, childbearing hips, she almost seemed offended; when Yuffie yanked her cock back with twice the speed of before, whipping free in a hard, grinding, pussy-bending roll, the woman could only gasp. “You – fuck, fuck your obscene dick!”

Yuffie smirked behind her mask. She grabbed hold of Scarlet’s narrow waist now, squeezing right into the plush flesh. Her hips rolled, yanked, and pushed; her pelvis thrust forward in a sharp, tight sweep. She dropped her shaft forward into that sopping heat, feeling the honey-thick arousal bubble up around her condom-safe dick like the mess it all was.

“Ungh!” Scarlet huffed, her face tight and shifty. “I knew it, I knew you were an animal from the moment I laid e-eyes on you, h-hah…!”

She growled and tensed her fingers into the fabric of the bedding at her sides, getting a nice, good grip. She hissed, but that was all she could do: Yuffie was now properly moving her hips, seriously going straight into a broad, powerful, swinging series of strokes to properly fuck the old bitch like she wanted: to seriously lay down some pipe and ram her cunt full of the cock she’d veritably salivated over like a bitch in heat.

Not even Scarlet could expect that. She groaned from the back of her throat as the shaft slammed into her snatch, driving six inches inside with a hot, feverish stroke – and then whipped back at the behest of swinging, pulling hips, drawing that fat slab of meat back without a care in the world. Yuffie lavished in the tightness that surrounded her, the wet, squishing heat, the perfect, clamping embrace that swept around her; it was intoxicating, really.

It was shockingly tight, almost dizzyingly narrow, and that, combined with the salivating arousal, was entrancing. Yuffie had fucked many tight and wet women before, but none quite so wet as Scarlet, none quite so tight. She was an older hag, an experienced old bitch, and yet she felt as crisp as some freshly-eligible teenager. Hard thrusts rocked into her, and Scarlet simply continued to moan.

“I didn’t expect you to be so tight, ma’am,” Yuffie said with saccharine-sweetness. She gripped onto that narrow waist and pulled, practically yanking Scarlet another inch upon her cock. Any remark that might have followed her blunt and callous statement was instantly exchanged for a guttural moan. “I’m surprised, honestly. My dick barely fits in ya.”

Her hips swung, pushing, driving into the hot snatch ahead – pounding the drooling tunnel with a fervour that bordered right on hateful. Yuffie jammed her shaft inside at a harsh, grinding angle, until the actual position caused her to thud the rubbery crown against a silken section of fluttering wall; a push and a thrust that made Scarlet downright howl.

“How dare you!” Scarlet was sputtering with wild lust, “How dare you, you – you big-dicked animal, you – fuck!”

Yuffie smirked behind her mask. She hefted upon Scarlet’s hips just that much more, yanking her right to the very edge of the bed. Her fat ass hung halfway off it, now prompting the woman to spread her legs just that much wider. It was a wide, welcoming gap for Yuffie to sink between, to rut and pound her hips into the lustful babe with a hateful fervor.

Her shaft glided in and out of that tight, squirming pusy, churning juices in bubbling heaps, sending the stuff dribbling up around her shaft such that it dripped to the floor in thick strands of honey. Her shaft speared down and forward, plowing into the awkwardly canted body with gleeful intensity. She crashed down, pounding silken walls apart, but remained stilted by the position itself.

It was hot as fuck to have Scarlet sitting up on the edge of the bed, but it did not help when trying to thrust ten inches of rock-hard cock-meat. Yuffie could only make it about seven or so inches down, but even that was enough to make Scarlet gasp and huff; her head rocked back with the deepest thrusts and her breath growled out of her throat when the ockc’s head bashed at the walls of her slit with clumsy – but genuinely calculated – force.

“You – fuck !” Scarlet groaned. “You – shit ! U-use your dick right, you – you – mmfgh !”

“You… what?” Yuffie playfully cocked her head. “I didn’t quite hear you, ma’am. You’re moaning too hard for me to understand.”

Scarlet hissed violently – and then moaned just as violently. She groaned and gasped as Yuffie pulled on her hips, now lifting her about an inch above the edge of the bed. She showed off her raw, muscular strength with a simple flex, and lifted Scarlet in a way she clearly didn’t expect – and was left gasping for. Never once did Yuffie slow the pushes of her hips, and her dick continued to plow away at the hot bitch in her arms.

“What was that?” Yuffie playfully repeated. “Hmmmm?”

Scarletm simply groaned. She could not do much more than writhe and clutch at the sheets as he was now so bizarrely lifted up and hammered away at; cockmeat rammed into her snatch at a rough-shod pace, slamming away at her wet, gushing slit with feverish force. Now, all Scarlet could do was wheeze as those seven-and-a-half inches of shaft glided through her, plowing her in ways she genuinely had not expected to feel.

“You – oh, fuck, fuck!” Scarlet hissed out. She threw her head back and moaned, body shuddering and fingers curling into the sheets with whorish fervour. “Damnit, damnit , you’re so fucking big, you animal!”

Yuffie chuckled and laughed. She groaned, too, when Scarlet instinctively wrapped her hag-like legs around her hips, latching onto them for support – but those hips were moving too fast, her pelvis swinging too rapidly, to properly adjust. It was a useless grip, but a pleasant one. She could easily sink into such a luscious embrace to hammer away at this slut with passion.

“I assume this is to your satisfaction?” Yuffie bullied the hag. “You’re moaning so hard that it seems like it.”

Any time Scarlet opened her mouth to protest the clearly mocking words, a quick jab and pump of the ninja’s hips silenced her. The shaft couldn’t get in too deep with such a sloppy position on offer, so each grinding, rubbing touch sent it grinding against portions of walls that were too sensitive to understand. It left Scarlet howling, and Yuffie was not sure she’d ever seen something more satisfying.

There the woman was, writhing, gripping the sheets like a girl on their wedding night, legs clamped around Yuffie’s bucking waist; pelvis upraised, ass held up by Yuffie’s strength, a hot pussy gushing visible arousal as a dick sawed through it. Momentum sent that pristine body fluttering, and huge, glazed tits were wobbling obscenely. Every single jiggle was a feast for the eyes, and Yuffie consumed it with glee.

Scarlet wheezed and moaned as the cock crammed into her snatch, really just fucking her silly. It never made it as deep as it could, but that was where the ninja’s talents, and her intimate knowledge of the female body, held firm. She was able to thrust just right, kiss sensitive spots, hit weak points, that left the woman utterly wheezing. Her fingers tightened, her eyes clamped down; she grimaced, even as her head flung back and sent her blonde hair fluttering.

“You’re a savage animal!” Scarlet howled. “F-fuck!” 

That was her final cry as she abruptly came around the thrusting meat of Yuffie’s dick. There was no ceremony, no grace to it, nothing but a squeezing ripple and a tight, milking rush. Walls clamped down and fluttered about the hard, dense shaft, pulling on it for dear life. Hot juices came spilling out in rivers, rushing around the ninja’s hardness without pause.

Yuffie simply grinned and pumped her hips even harder, offering the woman absolutely no break whatsoever. She fucked Scarlet straight through her orgasmic release without pause, without delay, her hips plowing and her cock nailing the teasing bitch for all it was worth. Freshly-released juices were churned into froth and milking walls were roughly rammed aside, all as she pounded Scarlet into the bed.

“You're cumming so much, Miss,” Yuffie teased. “You must really like my savage dick… ma’am.”

“Fuck you!” Scarlet spat. “Fuck – fuck – fucking hell, move that dick right there, damnit!”

“Of course,” Yuffie chuckled. “Your wish is my command… obviously…”

She swung her hips, pounding and plowing away at that hot, orgasmic snatch. She nailed the woman through her orgasm and into the next, sending her into a quick chain orgasm: the kind that made a woman howl, the kind that made them shiver. Hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets, almost tearing at them. Her legs curled around Yuffie’s waist, trying to get a good grip and failing.

Her body rocked, such as it was. Held firm in Yuffie’s hands but still with enough slack, she was left teetering. Her huge tits wobble like the titanic cushions they were, such that they began to press against one another: the slick inner slopes thudding against themselves and sent rocking around for it. Each thud was a feast for the eyes, and matched only by Scarlet’s hot, delicious moaning.

Yuffie savoured it, consuming the view with passion. She knew she was winning. Her cock was up to the task of reaming Scarlet’s brains out, she knew that now. The needy bitch was desperate for it. But, Yuffie was only a third of the way in now. Maybe just about eight inches, but only barely; the angle didn’t help at all. She hadn’t shown off her true skills yet, and Scarlet needed to learn what that was like.

“Fuck! Nngh!” Scarlet howled gutturally . “Mhm ! Shit! You animal! Yes!”

Yuffie grinned behind her mask. Then, and only then, did she stop; she dropped Scarlet’s hips and pushed her down onto the bed again, so that she was once again sitting; she rolled her waist, grinding herdick against a sensitive spot that made her partner wheeze – a sharp contraction that caused her eyes to wince and her fingers to dig into the bed – before abruptly, messily, pulling out.

One hard, whipping stroke, followed by a messy, obscene noise of arousal. Her cock popped out and showed a gush of fluid for its efforts, stickiness left dripping in droves. One moment, and then the sex was ‘finished’. If Yuffie had even an ounce of less willpower, or if it was anyone else there, they’d have failed instantly in executing the plan to the fullest. 

Scarlet, in her dazed, lust-soaked state, took a moment to notice. She wrenched her head up and around and cast her eyes down with furious arousal, a mixture of a desire to slap Yuffie silly and to yank her down again. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

In the face of her aroused ire, all Yuffie did was smack her shaft down against the mound of Scarlet’s pelvis. Half the cock slapped her sopping pussy and the other half rested against her taut skin; one slap, and then another, as Yuffie used her hand to plap her glistening meat against the woman’s sticky slit.

“Was that satisfactory, Miss Scarlet?” Yuffie asked smugly. She watched Scarlet pant, saw her eyes colour with anger, and saw her poise herself to yell – and then watched that melt down each time Yuffie slapped her dick down against silky folds and over a needy clit. “To your liking?”

Scarlet’s normally-burning rage mellowed down in real time, with each slap against her plump, needy pussy. Her brain was mellowed out by the glow of her orgasms, and the recent memory of that big dick pounding into her had clearly distracted her anger away from Yuffie’s smugness. The ninja was no longer being subtle, but Scarlet just did not care.

She knew Yuffie was being a tease, but she was too horny to care; she still only saw Yuffie as an unruly peon that would, eventually, be punished – once she was done with her.

“Whatever, you’ve accomplished the absolute bare minimum of making me cum,” Scarlet said in a low, arousal-thickened tone.

“Is that a yes?” Yuffie asked with quick, mocking simplicity.

Scarlet stared with heavily-lidded eyes. “It was adequate, yes.”

“I’m glad,” Yuffie teased. Her hands rubbed circles into the woman’s plush thighs while her hips gently sent her cock sawing across a wet, sticky cunt, and over the bud of a clit. “I always aim to please, ma’am… and I totally don’t want to lose my job.”

Scarlet was still panting, her chest still yet heaving, as if she was trying to work off the glorious fucking she’d just gone through. She looked confused and horribly aroused and Yuffie found the sight beautifully delicious. It took her a moment to speak, too, as if she herself was confused by just how she felt.

“Then why,” she asked in that thick voice of hers, “Did you stop?”

Yuffie grinned behind her face mask, which continued to mask her emotions. It did not leech the glee out of her voice, though. “Well, Miss, I just can’t get the rest of my cock inside. I wanted to make sure you’re totally satisfied, you know, with all ten inches…”

Scarlet’s eyes briefly widened. She looked down, staring, realizing that, yes, the entire thing hadn’t been in her – and she’d still cum from it.

“…So I wanted to ask, you know, super politely, that you turn around so I can really get it all inside,” Yuffie said in that low, drawling voice, while hands rubbed circles into Scarlet’s luscious thighs. “I want to do more than ‘just’ make you cum.”

She could see, then, the indecision on Scarlet’s face – and felt her heart thud with glee.

She’s always in charge , Fran had said. No one is allowed to be on top but her.

She never lets anyone take the lead in bed, Yorda had told her , And she never lets anyone hit it from behind – says she’s not a dog or whatever. 

Hates doggy, Noami laughed . Thinks it’s for plebs.

There was a reason Yuffie asked, after all, and the fact that Scarlet stopped to consider it was a good sign. One step closer to true victory, so close that Yuffie’s dick could feel it.

“You think me some bitch in heat?” Scarlet laughed – laughed even as she began to slide up and around, getting higher up upon the bed. “Think I’d let a bratty harlot like yourself take me from behind?”

She began to swing herself around, getting up and turning away from Yuffie like an elegant slut only could. Yuffie’s heart leapt into her throat, and she struggled to control herself.

“But, I expect nothing less of an animal such as yourself…” Scarlet began to move onto her hands and knees, exactly as requested. “And, well, you’re not a quick shot, at the very least, so I suppose I can throw you a bone.”

“Thanks, ma’am,” Yuffie replied sarcastically. “I’m honoured by your… ah, approval.”

“You should be,” Scarlet hummed. “Recall, should you fail me, I will kill you.”

“Totally, of course, whatever you say,” Yuffie sneered under her breath. She watched as the woman submitted to her urge and desire to get those last few inches inside, and stared as the slut began to lower herself down: her knees digging into the bed, then her forearms pushed down into the fabric. Her head hung between them and she even went so far as to pull a pillow beneath her, just to rest upon.

Her spine arched and pushed her ass back, so that her body formed a rather impressive position. Not the most expert of doggystyles, where one was face-down ass-up, but certainly close enough to it: spine bent, her ass up, her head lower, her forearms used for security. Her knees dug into the bed perfectly, presenting her thighs like slender tree trunks.

And her ass – huge, lofty, and impressive. Not as big as her tits, perhaps, not even close, but it was not small in the least. It was something to eagerly shove her hands against, just as she had before. It was something to slide her pals over and dig her fingers into, squeezing it with a torrid desire that went far past anything any ‘mere help’ would ever offer.

“Greedy, greedy little harlot,” Scarlet huffed. “Waiting around again? What, am I too much of a woman for you?”

Yuffie rolled her eyes, thankful that Scarlet was now barely facing her. She leaped up behind the woman and got on her knees, then used her one hand to push her dick up. She slapped it against her clit, then sent the head rubbing and sliding past the sopping seal of her snatch. She took her time, and matched it beat for beat with the groping pushes of her kneading fingers.

“Goodness gracious, what am I paying you for?” Scarlet whined. 

You’re barely paying anyone here, much less me, Yuffie thought.

“Hurry the hell up, you dog,” Scarlet hissed. “Get back to –“

And, once again, Yuffie chose the right moment to move, the right spot to thrust down. Her cock was aligned in an instant, on a perfect downward trajectory. In a moment, her ninja-speed allowed her to send her hips pushing, dropping her waist down to thrust the glistening slab of her dick down into the utterly bubbling heat of Scarlet’s pussy.

Yuffie did not take it slow this time, not like before. This time, with her cock aligned with that drooling furrow, she did not have to hold back. True to her word, she sent her dick ramming down just like that, plowing the thick meat into the utterly gorgeous heat of Scarlet’s five-star, luxury-liner pussy. She hammered forward and groaned with downright guttural glee to feel it all slam down around her.

“Damn,” Yuffie swore this time, no longer quite holding her voice back. “You feel so good…”

Scarlet didn’t notice her words, because she, too, was sent howling. The truncheon of dick plowed down into her cunt, ramming tightened walls aside with thunderous fury. Faster than before, harder than earlier, with a force behind it that bordered on vicious – all of Yuffie’s anger translated into her thrust. Five, six, seven inches of dick, up to the previous mark. Then more, another inch, another, until all ten fat inches were hammered into the woman.

True to her word, Yuffie got it all inside in that one single thrust, easily crashing home into the glistening furrow of her snatch. Less than a second later, a loud clap rag out as Yuffie’s pelvis made full contact with that fat, malleable ass. She sent it shuddering out of shape, thudding against the whiteness of her pelvis. A gorgeous, doughy slap, and then a soft cushion to rest her hips upon.

“ FUCK !” Scarlet howled out. “SO DEEP!”

Yuffie chuckled and laughed. “I assume that’s to your liking… ma’am?”

Scarlet simply wheezed as the shaft crammed down and scraped at her very womb, the head drilling into the heaving barrier like nothing else ever could. Scarlet’s fingers tensed and tightened while her spine wiggled and quivered. A hot, horny groan rose from the depths of her throat, the kind that anyone would be elated to listen to.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Yuffie said with unassuming boldness. She yanked with her waist, drawing her fat shaft out those tight, tense walls. Her body yanked without a care in the world, for the position and angle allowed her to  move however she wanted. She could easily step up her game and plow the hag like the bitch in heat she truly was, could ream her out like a feral farmyard animal in the throes of a mating-heat – and Scarlet couldn't stop her from doing it.

“Oh – oh, hell!” Scarlet gasped as those ten inches wrenched themselves free. All ten inches, drawn out with a hard, vascular tug of motion. The thickness moved until only the head was buried inside, leaving Scarlet empty and quivering – and then, without ceremony, the stud sent her hips plowing straight back down. 

Ten rock-hard inches of dense dickmeat hammered right back down without a care in the world, roughly slamming the tight walls of her cunt apart. Scarlet’s insides were turned to sopping mush as the shaft speared through them, pushing out every single pink, silken fold, and stuffing them to their maximum allowance – beyond that, even, stretching them past any sort of sense, until there was nothing left at all.

The cock rammed down until the crown was sent smashing against Scarlet’s very womb, causing her to howl aloud in another wet, guttural voice. Her entire body quivered, her spine arching and her hips shaking, as the rough contact made her head spin. At the same time, Yuffie’s hips thunderously clapped against the blonde’s cheeks, filling the room with a sound not at all unlike that of a drummer in a band.

“How the FUCK!?” Scarlet roared out using whatever was left in her lungs to express her raw, palpable, joyous disbelief. “How are you so - ?! Ngh!”

She cut herself off with another wheezing stroke as Yuffie skillfully rolled her hips around, grinding that rubbery head against her very deepest of walls and insides. She pushed up against her, sliding herself around, offering a full suite of ravenous stimulation – the kind that would steal any woman’s breath away, including this dumb slut.

“That’s what a big dick is like,” Yuffie teased, now barely holding herself back. “Wutaian cock, to be honest.”

Even if Scarlet understood that the mask was slipping, she was in no position at all to say anything about it. She heaved out a breath and whipped her head up, all as Yuffie pulled her cock back – moving at a rapid, thunderous pace, holding nothing back in those moments. She drew her shaft out of that clamping embrace in a tight, rolling sweep, making sure to angle her hips just right for maximum contact: the full series of grinding caresses that made women weak in the knees, Scarlet included.

On her knees, standing behind a girl doggy-style, she was in every perfect position to use and abuse her momentum and force. Her hips could swing as she pleased, and she could move her waist as required. She could grab onto those fertile breeder’s hips and hook down into their perfect swells to thrust; to plow down her dick without a care in the world and hammer away at the bitchy old hag like the forty-whatever-year-old whore she was designed by nature to be.

“You fucking - !” Scarlet wheezed as the shaft thundered down again, cramming deep into the sopping, sodden heat of her wet and clinging cunt. The dick rearranged her guts with ease, plowing walls to their limits and stuffing them all up with a dick as dense as a can of pop. It crammed into the depths of Scarlet’s snatch, hammering against her womb in a way that caused an immediate contraction of the entire damned pussy at once.

Scarlet moaned into the sheets, gasping with feral intensity. Her fingers gripped and pulled on the comforter of her luxurious bed, such that the sharp nails genuinely ripped into it. She quivered there, her body shuddering, as Yuffie rammed down with all the force, momentum, and power at her disposal. Her shaft sank down into that bubbling tunnel with glee, and her hips lashed out with hatred tempered by pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s it, Miss ,” Yuffie mocked. “Keep on moaning for my cock, please .”

More and more the mask fell away, but even her own words were drowned out by the thunderous sound of her pelvis bashing and clapping against those fat asscheeks. Each impact sent the white flesh wobbling away from her in bounces that moved from top to bottom, then billowed out to the sides; the flesh shuddering up and down in mesmerizing quivers, the kind that few people would ever get to see.

Now, Yuffie was drawing it out with each rough, bashing stroke of her waist, each pumping, rutting thrust of her hops: cramming into Scarlet with deep, punishing thrust, wielding all ten inches of her dick as she would a spear. She hammered against plump cheeks to the sound of titanic claps and used those wide breeder-hips to haul upon her waist, urging her back against her. Yuffie had all the leverage and momentum she needed to run a one-woman train upon Scarlet, and the blonde was clearly at her limit, too.

Scarlet was positively screaming At the top of her lungs with each one of Yuffie's womb-knocking thrusts, and those sounds, much like that of clapping asscheeks, filled the entire room with oppressive lewdness. Yuffie would not have been surprised if their neighbours could hear it; heck, it could probably be heard all the way down to the beach itself.

Only the sound of the waves could drown this out, she thought with amusement. Truly, She could not be more content. She was absolutely winning. Each clap and moan sounded of victory, so close that she could reach out and grab it. Scarlet was close to that mind-numbed state they were all hoping for, and the only real hitch in Yuffie's plan was the SHINRA-stamped condom. She would have to get rid of it somehow, in some way.

As it was, she kept on biding her time, moving and thrusting and drilling deep Into quivering female folds whilst Scarlet moaned like a stuck pig. Yuffie moved boldly, with hands drawing upon Scarlet's hips. She yanked her back while thrusting forward, prodding Harder, heavier claps that drew Out bubbling strings of froth from the sticky-wet snatch.

Wish I could feel it without the rubber, Yuffie thought glumly. Ah, well, let's keep this show going!

“Let me make this feel better for you, ma'am,” Yuffie husked. She was not asking for permission so much as reciting Her intentions, and Scarlet was no longer in a state to protest. As such, Yuffie did not even have to wait when she began to drag the hag-slut backwards, nor as she reached out to push upon her shoulders. The blonde’s body insticitvelysubmitter before her brain even caught up for long enough to conjure words.

“Fine, whatever,” she heaved with strain, “m-make this Worth my while!”

“Both of our whiles,” Yuffie chuckled gruffly. With experience, she shoved Scarlet's shoulders down until she was practically Using her fat tits like pillows, then urged her ass up higher, grinding her wet pussy across a bit, fat dick. Never once did Yuffie stop rolling her hips, ensuring that each moment was one of sloppy passion. “There we go… Face down, ass up, Like any good MILF.”

Before Scarlet could so much as sputter her protest, Yuffie began to move once again: rapidly abusing that new, downward-Canted pose to mount the slut higher and throw her hips down even faster. Scarlet could do nothing about it. Her ass was up high, begging to be clapped and mounted; her spine was bent into a near ‘c’ shape, sluttier than even Fran. Her head and arms were down low, with patches of saliva showing from where she drooled into the bedsheets.

“Holy fuck!” Scarlet Cursed as the dick pounded right into her glistening core. “You're fucking - ! P-pounding my w-womb!”

“That's what real dick does, ma'am,” Yuffie said with vitriolic glee. “Real Wutaian cock.”

Scarlet was far too busy struggling to cope with a near footling of dick hammering into her cervix like a door knocker For her to respond. She whined and moaned in that highly slutty pose, not even realizing just how submissive it was. If she thought doggystyle Was degrading, Which was a whole new level: face down, ass up, fucked into the sheets by the five-two stud mounting her like a wild animal in the mating season. 

The sight of it was beautiful. Having the mighty, powerful, deadly Shinra Executive Scarlet on her hands and knees, practically resting on her face, with her ass up and her spine curving into a sharp ‘C’, was one of the hottest moments of her young life. Watching the buxom, bitchy blonde gasp and groan as she was utterly dominated by cock, seeing her shake her ass like a desperate whore even as she was pounded into the bed, was like a dream.

I could die happy right now, Yuffie thought. Well, not really, but almost. Just… almost.

But not yet, not even close to yet. Yuffie’s desire for revenge went so much deeper than just seeing Scarlet submit; she needed her shattered, her mind broken upon Yuffie’s dick, and nothing else would suffice. Anger and frustration over the fate of her homeland went hand in hand with her anger and bile over what had just happened in Midgar, and all of that was translated into the sharp, hateful thrusts of her hips.

She hate-fucked the woman down into the bed, fucking her with ever-increasing prejudice. Her fat shaft crashed down in hot, hungry arcs, plowing headlong into the silken furrow ahead to utterly impale it. Her dick crammed in against her womb, pounded across her cervix, while balls slammed down into her clit with wet thuds. 

She fucked Scarlet right down into the bed, nailing her like the desperate whore that she was. Scarlet was panting and gasping all the while, making hot, whorish noises with each deep, plowing stroke. The sounds of her moans were just about drowned out by the noise of her ass being utterly mauled by Yuffie’s hips: a never-ending series of thunderous smacks and claps that ran through the air like a lewd drumbeat. 

With each stroke, Scarlet’s spine deepened its slutty curve. With each prejudiced thrust, Scarlet’s ass waved and teetered left and right. Her hands were tearing into the sheets, and the area around her face was wet with saliva. Hell, not only was she drooling into the sheets, she was biting them. She dug her teeth in and squeezed the white fabric with her molars even, then, as she tugged on it with her sharp nails, tearing into it like a slutty animal.

Perfect, Yuffie growled internally, watching as Scarlet’s eyes rolled up into her eyelids and as tears pricked at her mascara. Absolutely perfect.

Those hard, ass-clapping strokes rendered Scarlet an incomprehensible mess. Moaning, gasping, and crying out with lustful glee, her body shuddering into the sheets again and again. Her spine curved violently, and only intensified with each passing second. She was fucked down into the sheets in an almost Scarlet-shaped hole, such that her tits pillowed out around her flanks.

Scarlet was moaning, and gasping, and outright babbling, like a sordid, sloppy whore. It was no surprise at all, really, when her next orgasm hit, because she could barely even control herself - simply left to shudder and quiver against the absolutely brutal jack-hammer thrusts of Yuffie’s hips. Her movements were relentless, so punishing it would have broken even Yorda, but Scarlet took like a champ.

A moaning, sloppy-faced champ, the kind that could only bite into the sheets and moan with guttural intent. She cried out and squirmed as her insides clamped and writhed, pressing against the thundering cock with milking intent. A useless feature, since Yuffie had no intentions of blowing her load before just the right moment. It took a modicum of self-control beyond the normal human standard, but if anyone could do it, it was her.

“You - you - !” Scarlet moaned out. “NNNGH!”

Scarlet wheezed and slobbered into the sheets as she came around the cock, her mind almost assuredly going blank from the raw, ruddy overstimulation. Her hips wavered and quivered with messy intent as her pussy came hard around the thrusting dick, shivering with unconscious delight. The blonde wheezed and clawed at the area around her head, which only grew more damp with saliva.

Yuffie didn’t care enough to notice the climax. She did not even think about it. She simply kept on rocking her hips, plowing down through one orgasm - deepening it, heightening it, stopping it from tapering off and instead building into the next. Then, the next, and another still, drawing one climax out after another, and then another still. Chain orgasms washed out, but Yuffie did not falter.

This was her plan, and this was her goal. Maybe not exactly as she’d imagined it, but having Scarlet chain-orgasm around her dick was precisely what she had craved. Feeling her insides writhe and twist, the juices sloshing free, were delicious - but Yuffie wasn’t there for her own self-pleasure. She needed more, craved it, and went for it ravenously.

Without skipping a beat, Yuffie tore her condom-clad cock out, uncaring of Scarlet’s whine of protest and instead emboldened by her sheer sexual superiority. She felt confident to pull her dick out with a wet gush, the condom-wrapper trailing strings of sloppy arousal with it. Scarlet wheezed furiously, and yet, Yuffie was far, far beyond caring.

No, instead, she was at her most smug, now bold enough to do something since she’d first seen Scarlet: to spike her ass as if it was a volleyball. Her palm rammed down against fat, doughy assflesh, which was now reddened by friction - making true of the name ‘scarlet’. It was a strong, firm slap, the kind that made the room bellow out with the sound of flesh-on-flesh contact.

The sound was twice as satisfying as anything Yuffie could have ever hoped for; the sheer glee of being able to sleep such a gorgeous ass was utterly fantastic. The act, however, lit another spark of rage within Scarlet, and even that was enough to yank her out of her deluded, self-absorbed fugue of climactic bliss. 

She groaned gutturally and pulled her head up as best as she could. She cast a glare over her shoulder while awkwardly pushing her body up upon her arms, desperate for leverage. “How-  how d-dare you, y-you little b-brat -”

Another hard slap hit her ass, turning assflesh to wobbling putty and drawing a squealing whine from whorish lips. Scarlet’s words were broken up into a sharp squeal, and with it, her hips bucked raggedly. Yuffie grinned to see such a sloppy, shameful reaction, so palpably slutty that it was insane. Her fingers dug down into a fat, quivering ass, and bent the flesh around in her fingers with greedy gusto.

“Oh? Does that feel good?” Yuffie taunted, no longer trying to hide any of her scorn. One hand squeezed Scarlet’s ass hard enough to make her moan in pain while the other reached down and plucked at her condom-wrapper, pinching it and drawing it off with a tight squelch. It was slowly peeled off the shaft with a slick snap, a sound just about loud enough to break Scarlet from her reverie.

As Scarlet stirred, Yuffie smirked. She tossed the condom up and over the bitch’s head, and it flopped through the air in a lazy arc. It landed right in front of the blonde’s face, hitting the comforter in a lazy, SHINRA-marked heap. It still took Scarlet a moment to recognize it, because never in her wildest dreams would she ever imagine one of her peons removing their condoms. In her cock-drunk state, she was extra-slow on the uptake.

Then, her senses rushed back. Then, realization flooded in. She positively screeched and pushed her torso up, her fury palpable in her ear-splitting syllables: “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK - !?”

Hot, furious syllables left her lips, drawing out a chuckle from Yuffie. They were useless syllables, in her mind. The entire time Scarlet processed the slick condom in front of her, the ninja swept her dick back around and shoved it against her slit. The now-raw length throbbed with renewed vigour, for now, it knew that proper pleasure was on the menu.

Scarlet had not realized that the only thing her sensation-dulling condom achieved was to stave off Yuffie’s orgasm. Her words, thus, were entirely useless, and well before Scarlet could even finish complaining, Yuffie had her dick aligned - and sent her hips thrusting forward in the next possible second. No delay, no hesitation, nothing to stop the wily girl from ramming her raw dick down into the tightness of the woman’s well-fucked slit with passion.

“ FUCKING SHIT!” Scarlet howled out like the dumb slut she was, and tossed her head back with violent glee. “PULL IT OUT, YOU STUD!”

Yuffie laughed. She laughed as she slammed ten inches down in one rough-shod stroke, pounding every last bit of her into that tight, velvet glove of a pussy. She simply crammed it all down with a viciousness that bordered on the depraved, and rushed through that raw pussy with a glee that could not be denied. Now, she was fully in control. Now, she had her bare dick in the bare snatch of a woman fucked too hard to think straight, and she could do whatever she wanted.

And so, as Scarlet squealed for her to pull out, Yuffie sent her hand forward for another moan-addling clap. She relished in the sound of skin contact, but that stinging pain was nothing compared to the way Scarlet's insides tightened up around her dick. The woman’s body was instinctively squeezing the raw dick within it, all because her ass had been slapped like some whore.

“Why would I pull out when  you’re enjoying it so much?” Yuffie asked in clear defiance of every convention that Scarlet knew. “You’re even tightening up for my raw dick, you hag.”

Scarlet wheezed with incredulity and with pleasure. “You -  you! ”

“Yeah, me, the chick that’s got ten inches up in your slutty body,” Yuffie chuckled, no longer hiding anything, no longer holding anything back. She grinned as she rolled her hips, purring as she stroked that furnace of a pussy with her big, thick, hard dick. It was, true to her estimations, an utter inferno of warmth. Everything was tight, everything was squishing and squirming, like a never-ending massage-chair - and that spoke nothing of the slobbering heat that came out like bubbling syrup.

When she pulled back, she felt the rush of bubbling juices very distinctly. It felt divine against her dick, absolutely, sinfully perfect. Raw pussy was seriously the best, and as Scarlet was soon learning, so, too, was raw dick. The physical feel of it, the warm meatiness, the hard, vascular pulsations that ran through its length, all of it was terrifyingly distinct for a woman like that to experience.

“FUCKING HELL!” Scarlet howled. Her lungs were hoarse, and she was truly emptying out her lungs to scream. Anyone would hear her outside, Yuffie knew that - and loved it. She grinned and slammed her hips right back down, her body swinging, sliding, hammering down with utterly brutal intent. Her shaft speared into that hot tightness, crashing through the inferno of heat to the sound of sloppy bubbles.

“Look, you’re dripping wet for my raw dick,” Yuffie laughed throatily. Ten inches of rock-hard dick crammed into that hot, fertile tunnel, plowing until the head was kneading into Scarlet’s womb itself - and then curling back at the behest of powerful, contracting hips. “Don’t tell me you actually want me to pull out of this slutty body?”

“I’ll - fucking - kill you - !” Scarlet wheezed out, her eyes watering, her saliva drooling from her lips. “You - you - I don’t care h-how good your dick is, you - NNNGH! ”

Another squealing rush left her; another spine-curling, hip-wobbling blaze of pleasure slammed into her consciousness. She whined and tightened ip, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and burning her head into it; face-down into the mattress, ass up, not even trying to pull herself off or change their positions. If only, she sank further into it, allowing the stud to plow her raw dick down into her grasping cunt.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Yufie chuckled. She reached out and slapped her hand down again, plapping assmeat like it was her toy. Hard, greedy gropes accompanied the motion, but that fell away just a second later as she brought her hips around for another hammering stroke. “You’re just a needy hoe, Ma’am. Don’t worry, I know what to do about that…”

Yuffie watched the way that Scarlet squealed, saw how her spine arched and her hips wiggled left and right. She was shaking her ass like a dog begging to be mounted, and with each second, Yuffie rose up higher, harder, faster; on one knee and one foot as if proposing to her, but that was only to get a better grip. Her hands grasped at a narrow waist, yanking upon it as she slammed forward in a proper piledriver.

“I’m gonna do more than make ya cum,” Yuffie said with guttural smoothness. “I’m going to breed you. ”

“You - Fuck! ” Scarlet moaned out into the sheets, her voice half-muffled. Yuffie could only see a portion of her face at a time: she either had it buried face-down so that it was only a head of blonde, and then at others, only a slip of her face and her gnashing teeth was visible. “You - can’t - ohmyfuckinghell! ”

Another screaming, squealing orgasm ripped through Scarlet as Yuffie’s raw dick slammed against her cervix, offering it a full parade of sensation. Sensory overload followed, and quickly overwhelmed her needy pussy. Raw dick was setting her off in a way that a condom never could: years of condom-safe sex had clearly left her vulnerable to the feeling of something raw and throbbing within her.

“It’d be a waste not to knock ya up, you know?” Yuffie continued, now taking smug, dominant pride in her clear superiority. Scarlet, for all her protestation, was still moaning like a whore, making no effort to change her fate whatsoever. Her ass continued to clap against Yuffie’s hips like a slut, her back continued to arch, and her blonde head remained buried in her own luxury sheets. “With a huge ass like this and tits like that, heck, you were made for non-stop breeding!”

Her proud proclamation made Scarlet moan, her voice so hoarse it was as if her vocal cords sounded raw. She squealed and almost tried to push herself up, and then instantly collapsed; she could barely move. She shuddered with each thrust, her spine arching deeper to accommodate each deep push into her cunt and then almost shaking her hips backward to fuck onto the shaft.

“You’d better - pull out - !” Scarlet continued to wheeze, struggling for words and sense while drooling all over the sheets. “I’ll - I’ll - !”

Another moan; another hard, wheezing squeal. Yuffie slapped her ass, laughed, and reached down to push into the woman’s upper spine and shove her into the sheets. Her hips moved without thought, now having translated all of her anger, ire, and upset into her thrusts. Each motion was one of hateful power, one of vitriolic glee, her fury at this sexy woman turning her into a sex machine.

“You’ll what?” Yuffie mocked her. “You’re literally soaking wet, Scarlet. Don’t lie to yourself: You love the feeling of bareback sex.”

“No - no - “ Scarlet moaned into the sheets, even as she tugged and tore into them with fingers and teeth. The area all around her was utterly damp and soaked with spittle, and her chin was a sloppy mess because of it. She clenched down so hard with her hands that her knuckles went white, and mascara was now streaked across her cheekbones. “AH - fuck! ”

Yuffie’s lips split into an eager grin. Though she was content with her superiority, now so close to victory that it was right there, for the grabbing, she wasn’t entirely satisfied. No, she had to lord it over this slut, she had to really burn it all into her brain until she could never separate it.

Yuffie knew it was stupid, but she also knew she was just the kind of cocky, bratty girl to do something really, really dumb.

“You know,” she said between thrusts, “You talked about… what was it? You’d kill me if even a drop of my ‘filthy cum’ touched you?”

Though she struggled with it, Yuffie reached over to the nightstand for Scarlet’s handbag. She snagged it, nearly dropped it, and then grabbed something in it. She did not look, but she knew what she was feeling around for: metal of a familiar, cobalt finish, the ridges of polymer, the texture of a wood stock, and pulled it into her hand. 

She discarded the bag on the floor to the sound of tumbling accessories. She yanked out what she knew any self-respecting Shinra Executive would have: a handgun. And, of course, as was worthy of the head of Weapons Research and Development, a customized, concealed handgun of an ample caliber.

Yuffie smirked as she moved it around in her hand. She knew how to use a gun, but she couldn’t say she liked them. This thing was heavy, but blunt; short for ease of drawing, but it would still kill her with ease. She felt the weight, and knew it was loaded. That, for her, was enough, because at the end of the day, she was a girl cocky enough to do something this stupid.

“Here you go, then,” Yuffie laughed with a self-confident chuckle. She brazenly tossed the gun in a lazy arc, and it flopped over Scarlet’s head to land right in front of her, right beside the used condom. It was right there, in view of her eyes and in easy reach of her hand - right there. “You were going to kill me, right? There’s your gun, sexy.”

Scarlet moaned - and Yuffie grabbed her narrow waist in a tight seal, wrapping as far around it with her small hands as she could, and thrust. Really, honestly, hammering down, using every last ounce of strength at her disposal - every single muscle along the way, all the strength in her thighs, to absolutely power-fuck the blonde Shinra beauty into the mattress.

She was always moving fast and hard, but this was more speed, more strength, to ram the slut into the mattress - such that the mattress itself began to squeak as springs were subjected to strain beyond their safety rating, as a bed frame was forced to adjust to applications of strength beyond its construction parameters.

“Go ahead, shoot me, Scarlet,” Yuffie taunted the sexy older bitch, “ blow my brains out, yeah? Before I fill your womb up to the brim with my filthy futa cum .”

For a moment, Yuffie felt doubt - doubt, because Scarlet was, in fact, reaching out for the gun, her hand sliding toward it, inching for it, her fingertips fluttering and her wrist quivering. She was doing her best to go for the gun, but her pace was slow, glacial, and not a race. She could have logically snapped out to nab it, and Yuffie knew that.

It was the only thing that lent Yuffie a bit of reprieve. She grinned, pushed her hands down, and rammed her waist forward, absolutely plowing the ever-living shit out of the slut.  Her hips crashed down and forward, causing Scarlet to teeter. She rocked forward toward the firearm, but that did not make it any easier for her to grab it. In fact, it didn’t seem to change her struggles whatsoever.

Yuffie kept a casual eye on it, staring, grinning, seeing her victory in Scarlet’s hesitation. She should have grabbed it. She should have been able to snatch it up, but she did not. She struggled with her hands, but the ninja did not struggle with her own. She sent them sliding down, groping all that sweat-slicked white flesh, curling until she swept around to latch onto the huge, fat tits that pressed against the bedding as cushions.

She hefted them up from the bed and filled her palms with them. She dug in and squeezed hard, digging her fingers right up into those soft, fleshy swells. She pushed and groped hard, practically mauling the heaving swells, with passion. She pushed, grinding into nipples, kneading out white flesh as if it was putty - and Scarlet wheezed.

She did not speak, but only moaned. Her fingers brushed the grip of her pistol, then faltered and flicked as a spasm rushed through her. She knocked the gun another inch to the side because of her fumble, and that was all because of the way that her tits were being squeezed. It was more than just a fumble: Scarlet’s entire body spasmed, her pussy twitching relentlessly with one more gush of orgasmic juice.

I was right, Yuffie thought with glee. Her tits are her weak points!

“What’s wrong, Scarlet, huh?” Yuffie taunted, now reveling in her superiority. She squeezed those fat, swinging tits, relishing in just how delicious they felt in her grip. More than that, she could feel Scarlet’s pussy tighten up around her with each relentless grope, and that only made it hotter. “Weren’t you going to blow my brains out? Come on! You’re a big, bad Shinra lady, you can do it!”

Scarlet groaned. She forced herself to grab the gun, to slide her fingers along the wood - and only slid them. She left streaks of modest sweat in her wake, and did not move to actually grab it. She moaned and whined as she shaft split her open and knocked against her womb; each thrust made her body gush with more orgasmic fluid. Each kneading touch of Yuffie’s fingers only made her somehow grow tighter, leading to a wholly surreal situation.

“You’d better hurry, hot stuff, because I’m really close,” Yuffie groaned out with smug pride. “This savage beast is about to pump you full of filthy cum!”

Scarlet’s hands slipped against the grip - and then spasmed entirely as she abruptly came around the thrusting dick yet again, yet another crashing orgasm that seemed to have no sign of stopping. Yuffie smirked and thrust down, not stopping the movements of her hips nor faltering in her breast-kneading touches.

“The gun is right there, just grab it!” She teased, still moving and still thrusting. “Isn’t that what you wanted to do…?”

Swinging, thrusting, and pushing; nailing Scarlet down into the bed like the hag she was, pounding her ass until the skin was red. The woman continued to fumble for the gun, more or less stroking the stock and doing nothing more at all. She should have been able to grab it properly, but kept on ‘failing’.

Yuffie kept on grinning. “Nah, but you don’t want that, right? I saw the way you were eyeing up my bulge the whole massage; I know what a dumb old hag like you really wants.”

Scarlet visibly tensed, struggled to latch onto the gun - and instead moaned, and cried out, and knocked the thing aside another bit. It was like watching a child play-act; faking it until she made it. Forcing herself to not grab it. Struggling as her tits were mauled and her body was abused by this relentless, forceful, dominating stud she was meant to ‘hate’.

“You Want to get bred by some mindless, savage futa - it's so obvious,” Yuffie laughed throatily. “You want to be pinned down and bred like you don't have a choice!”

And for the first time over the last few minutes, Scarlet wrenched her head around and spat, as best as she could, “Y-you're insane!”

“Nah, don't lie. I feel How wet you are, you hag.” Yuffie squeezed her tits again and relished in the climactic tightness surrounding her dick. “each time I mention it, you wetter! You're soaked! That'd your kink, eh? Love having some savage woman nail you stupid?”

Scarlet groaned. She slammed her hand down dramatically, and missed her handgun by inches. She did not bother to grab it any longer. She did not try to reach for it. She curled her fingers into the bedding and squeezed hard enough to rip the sheets, leaving the firearm to dangerously bounce in time with the mattress itself.

Submission.

Yuffie did not slow, because now she knew she'd won and that Scarlet got off on the degradation- so she ran with it.

“It's hilarious you'd call anyone else obscene or bratty,” Yuffie heaved out, her voice now tinged with strain of her own. “The only obscene one is you! Wearing a dress that barely fits, skin-tight, slutty as a stripper, waving around tits as big as my head an ass that you can spike like a volleyball - all of it just hanging out all the time!” Another slap, another grope, another Burning, orgasmic rush. “The only obscene one here is you, slut.”

Scarlet Moaned gutturally. She quivered and trembled as cockmeat impaled her silken snatch, and shook with glee as her tits were abused like stress balls. Sweat ran down her back like skiers on a snowy mountain slope, until it pooled across her shoulders. Every moment was one of torrid perfection, and Yuffie almost could not get enough.

“Your tits are so damn sensitive, too, it's insane how nice they are,” Yuffie groaned. She dug in harder, burying her knuckles into the slippery skin, and indulged in Scarlet's wheezing moans. “I'm shocked you walk around with these things Hanging out, you know, since they're so sensitive.., ah, but you've probably just never had anyone grab them before, right?” She squeezed for good measure and listened to Scarlet's cry. “No one's ever been bold enough to give You the attitude adjustment You deserve, you old hag. Bet you're glad I'm here, right!”

Squeezing, slamming, thrusting, it was all for good measure - but Yuffie was close. Damned close. She was about to cum, she knew that, there was nothing else to be done, no other recourse. She had been starving it off for too long, and it drove her wild. Her dick throbbed like a monstrous spear, readying itself for its final, orgasmic fury.

“Last change, slut,” Yuffie groaned out. “I'm really close, and you're on a one-way road to carrying a Wutai baby!”

Scarlet was too far gone to stop it. She couldn't do anything more than take it now, no longer Even speaking when Yuffie grabbed her blonde head of hair with both hands and shoved her face first into the bed. Muffling her, choking her, prompting her to wheeze her black heart out into the sheets, all while being fucked with broad jackhammer strokes that would have out a threesome with Barret and Cloud to shame.

Scarlet simply did not stop cumming like the whore she was, reaching chain climax after chain climax - and so Yuffie didn't hold back either. It was a few seconds of furious I s aching where she fucked herself to the brim, and then a heartbeat of anticipation. One, two, three, then A triumphant roar like that of a monster, And then a final slam like a train Car coming to a crashing stop.

And then, heat: the divine glow of a proper climax, the one she had been waiting for her entire life. Yuffie practically roared at the top of her lungs whilst Scarlet moaned into the sheets, head buried deep into the fabric. She no longer mattered past the sanctity of her womb, which was now drowned in the liquid-hot release of her balls: the hot, surging, rushing waves of the stuff, pumping out of her balls with rapid-fire force.

Yuffie’s cock throbbed like a firehose, plastering the cunt ahead in liquid release. Hot, gooey, drenching ropes of the stuff, thicker than any of Scarlet’s own juices, slamming into her cunt with the force of a thrust itself. Burning heat, so intense that it was dizzying, sloshed into the blonde whore with a virile life of its own. The stuff utterly drowned her cunt, flooded her womb, holding absolutely nothing back.

The rich Executive was finally being seeded by filthy cum in a way she’d never allowed before. Her deepest of spots were being absolutely slammed full of Yuffie’s potent, dizzying cum: her womb stuffed up with so much dense, gooey seed that it seemed impossible. Yuffie was truly letting out the entire contents of her balls, such that the stuff began to well back up through her tunnel and around her shaft like a sticky, syrupy morass.

“Thaaaaat’s it, that’s it, ” Yuffie groaned aloud, “Take it, take all of my cum, you - you - you bitch! ”

She swore to express her frustrations over this woman, this terrible war criminal, monster, and brat, someone who needed correction like nothing and no one else ever had. Yuffie pushed her head down into the sheets until the woman could only hiss, and she pumped her full of cum like nothing else before it; her hips rolling forward to blast her snatch with baby-batter, her balls churning to unleash more sticky-hot release, until the stuff genuinely began to slurp out.

“Every last drop, every last bit,” Yuffie told the woman. Her chest heaved; the uniform was truly starting to feel uncomfortable. “Yeah… let that… slutty womb drink it all up. Shit - shucks. Let’s see if the kid comes out with your blonde hair or not, huh?”

She let go of Scarlet’s head, but it barely rose. The ninja-girl felt pride and satisfaction such that she never had before, not even when passing her training or taking a mission to go to Midgar. Nothing beat this moment of triumph, of utterly dominating and winning over Scarlet; as she dumped out her load into her pussy and possibly knocked her up with her ‘degrading seed’, nailing her with an ‘inferior race’, she took pride.

But only for a moment, because Yuffie wasn’t quite done yet.

Smirking, she pulled out of that hot, snug cunt; as she did so, Scarlet mewled, and an obscene pop filled the air. Cum poured back out in a waterfall of stickiness that seemed to defy logic, but the girl hardly cared. She was focused: she reached forward and grabbed the handgun she’d tossed and gripped the sweat-slicked handle carefully.

“Don’t need this anymore, right? You don’t mind if I take it, yeah?”

Casually, Yuffie hit the released and slipped the magazine out. She pulled back the slide and ejected the only chambered round into her hand, then tenderly slipped off the bed. She walked over to the balcony where she’d massaged Scarlet into her bad decisions, then all-too-simply tossed the would-be weapon right over the edge. “There we go. Nice and neat.”

By the time Yuffie moved back toward the bed, Scarlet had rolled herself part ways over – clearly trying to recover her standing, but failing to do so. Everything had been too intense for her, and she was now a sweat-slicked, sloppy mess. Her face was covered in drool and tears and runny mascara while her skin was red from friction, and all of it was covered over in exertion.

She still looked beautiful, though. Hot as sin, a sexy succubus that had been in desperate need of an attitude correction. She was laying there in a bundle of heaving, wobbling curves, tits that shook with each ragged, wheezing breath, all while sweat dripped down along her body. She was stunning, and Yufufie saw her for the prized whore that she would become.

“Trying to get your brain back? Cool, cool,” Yuffie said casually. She yanked her hat off – thankfully, it had remained secure the entire time – and stripped her mask off a heartbeat later. She no longer needed either one, and dropped them to the ground to be forgotten. “It’d kinda suck if you tapped out after just one round, y’know?”

She grabbed Scarlet’s long, lean legs, and twisted. The blonde yelped with whatever was left in her lungs as Yuffie twisted her over onto her side, then onto her back, rolling her over like a prized piece of ham. Scarlet’s fat titties wobbled incessantly before settling into gravid, splayed heaps, with sweat now running into her cleavage in lines so thick they were easily visible.

“You look great,” Yuffie admired. “I mean, you’re a terrible person, don’t get me wrong, but damn – you’re hot as heck.”

Scarlet twisted her head up and around. Her mascara had run down her cheeks, so that the pits of her eyes were blackened smears and tear-streaks of darkness ran down toward her jaw. Her hair was messy, her face was slick and ruddy, with a healthy flush down to her neck. She looked like a well-fucked whore, and it took moments for those pretty eyes to even refocus on the sight above.

She stared at Yuffie, watched her, narrowed her eyes – and recognition lit them in mere seconds. It was instant, far faster than Yuffie would have expected. She honestly felt a single spike of fear, because it proved that if she had walked in without the disguise she’d have been recognized off the bat. Of course, the fear mellowed out instantly into smug superiority: Scarlet recognized her. Scarlet knew who she was. Scarlet knew, therefore, who had fucked her, beaten her, and left her vulnerable.

“Y-you,” Scarlet stammered, her voice and throat thick. “That’s not possible. That’s not…”

“Oh?” Yuffie grinned viciously. “Never thought you’d see me again, huh?”

“You l-little f-fucking tramp,” Scarlet hissed, her throat so raw that she couldn’t even speak straight. “You – absolute – brat!”

“Awww, what’s wrong?” Yuffie chuckled throatily. “Didn’t think a little Wutai girl could get one up over you, huh? Thought you were too smart for me? Hm? Little backwater girl couldn’t beat the high and mighty Scarlet?”

“You’ve won nothing,” Scarlet hissed at her. “Y-you’d never g-get out of here – ah – a-alive…”

“Why? Yuffie kept on grinning down at the panting slut before her, enjoying the power-trip too much. “Your guards? They’re either drunk or getting laid with the girls right now, so no one’s helping you, Scarlet. This was all well-planned.”

Scarlet’s eyes narrowed. 

“Yeah – the ladies? They hate you. Turns out, being a huge bitch to everyone makes them all plan against you.” Yuffie shrugged. “Who knew, am I right?”

“I’m not surprised,” Scarlet said in that low, dry, hoarse voice, “that a s-savage k-kid like you would stoop so – hah – low.”

Yuffie laughed. She sent her hand out in a sudden, lashing stroke, almost too fast to follow. Her palm slapped the side of a fat, sweat-glazed titty, and sent it wobbling into the breast right beside it: a one-two punch of fervent shuddering that made Yuffie grin and caused Scarlet to moan gutturally.

“You were the one salivating for my dick like a hoe,” Yuffie mocked. “I barely did anything! You asked me in here, invited me into your bed… you’re the one that didn’t shoot, you know. I even gave you the damned gun. Come on – tell me the truth: you wanted this.”

“Fuck you,” Scarlett spat. Her eyes blazed and her lips quivered. “Y-you think this means you win? You’ve won nothing.”

“Getting you to moan for my dick? Fucking you harder than anyone else ever has? Nah, that’s a straight win,” Yuffie said with scornful glee. “This is a mercy compared to what you actually deserve, you know. I should have just pushed you off that balcony and ended it, honestly.”

Scarlet sneered. “Then do it.”

“And waste your perfect body?” Yuffie shook her head. “You’re a horrible monster, but you’ve got some redeeming values.”

“You’re no better than the rest of your filthy breed,” Scarlet all but panted up at her. “A savage animal, focused only on your cock.”

Yuffie laughed once again, finding the entire moment so stupidly incredulous that it was only worthy of mockery. “You’re the one that came onto me, lady. You’re literally laying in front of me, tits out, with your legs spread!”

A palpable shudder passed through Scarlet. She looked down as if to confirm the fact that her legs were spread, that her knees were parted, without even trying to close them up. Her pussy, soaked with cum, was still laid bare. Her body was outlined in perfection. Scarlet knew it: understood that her body was moving to its own beat and desires.

“You’re not even trying to stop this,” Yuffie continued with a smug, rolling voice. She sent her dick thudding forward with a twitch of her hand, plopping it against the woman’s sweat-slicked skin. The glazed, cum-leaking head ground down into a navel while the rest soaked juices into flush-reddened skin. She pulled down slowly, and watched smugly as Scarlet’s hips instinctively bucked up to meet her: grinding her sticky, sloppy pussy against dense, girthy meat. “You’re grinding like a chick at a club.”

“F-fuck off,” Scarlet heaved out. She still did not try to stop things. Her jaw quivered as she stared down past her wobbling titties and over to the massive cock between her legs, now grinding against her snatch. She stared at it as if it was some incredulous, awe-inspiring object, some divine relic of an older age. She couldn’t keep her eyes off it. 

“The big, bad, fearsome Scarlet: the powerful, regal ice-cold bitch of Shinra,” Yuffie mocked, “Turns out, she’s just a horny old hag that, deep, deep down, is desperate to get pinned down and pumped full of cum until she’s knocked up.”

“I have no desire to have children” Scarlet spat, as if that was the only important part of her statement and not the casual disregard of her station. “In fact, I ca-“

Whatever she was about to say was thoroughly ignored, because Yuffie took that moment to slide the head of her dick down against her clit. Words translated into a soft, throaty sigh; she watched how Scarlet’s legs instinctively spread, how the woman remained laying out on her back like the willing whore she was designed to be.

“Spreading your legs even wider?” Yuffie laughed. “Well, I can’t deny you what you want, ma’am.”

She pressed her dick against that cum-stuffed hole and, without waiting, thrust forward. She jammed her shaft straight back into that well-fucked tunnel without a second thought, penetrating the beauty all over again and thrusting forward into her waiting, welcoming heat. 

Scarlet moaned gutturally once again. Her hands launched out and clamped down on the sheets while her legs folded and stretched, like the willing whore she truly was. She did not protest the penetration, didn’t question it, but just moaned out as she was shoved full of dick for a second time. She, much like Yuffie, was heedless of all the cum inside of her, and didn’t care as it began to gush out in obscene waterfalls.

“O-o-oh, f-f-fuck,” Scarlet moaned in a hot, hoarse tone. Her head threw itself back and so that she could stare up at the ceiling and simply moan in pleasure. “D-damnit, damn you!”

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Yuffie laughed. She pushed with her hips while clambering forward, slowly, slowly easing herself up onto the bed on top of the woman: mounting her halfway into a missionary-style fuck, getting her body nice and aligned with the busty beauty below her. “Not gonna tell me to pull out or anything?”

Scarlet's face burned red, and it was from more than just her exertion – it was a shame. Honest shame for what she felt, something too intense for her to even spit out her usual, racist rhetoric. She moaned, instead, as the cock jammed down into her cum-filled depths and stretched them out all over again. The thickness drove down into her silken furrow in that long, thorough push, grinding out against walls with unparalleled finesse.

“S-shut up,” Scarlet heaved out, “Just shut up!”

Yuffie laughed. She rolled her waist forward, grinding the meat of her cock against that tight, tense hole – and then ripped it back with an ease that belied just how hard she’d been fucking earlier. She should have been strained for all the effort she put in, but she was not. It was, in fact, easy as sin for her to rip her dick free, to draw back in a single, rutting stroke that made Scarlet moan.

“You like this ‘savage dick’ too much for me to stop,” Yuffie taunted. She did so while offering another hard, cunt-splitting stroke, another deep push that impaled her wetness with nothing but rock-stiff density. “You’re in love with this dick already, and your body knows it.”

“Once I’m d-done with you here,” Scarlet moaned in a hot, savage voice of lust, “I’ll – I’ll kill y-you, I swear!”

“You’re gonna be too busy drooling to do that,” Yuffie taunted. “Nah, just lay back, spread your legs, and let this ‘barbarian’ show you what it’s like to actually get fucked properly.”

“You – fuck!” Scarlet moaned again. Her head whipped back and her spine arched up as ten inches of dick pounded down into the hot, sopping furrow of her cunt, impaling her all over again. Yuffie’s dick split her open, and Scarlet could only show her appreciation with the sluttiest reactions possible. 

“Hmmmm?” Yuffie chuckled. “What was that, Scarlet? You were saying something?”

Scarlet tried to form words again, but it was too difficult for her – not when the dick was, again, scraping against her cervix, pushing against her deepest spots, before pulling back again. Cum churned around the bulk of the dick, slurping out of the too-packed tunnel. Another backward pull, another bubbling waterfall of cum that pooled over the curve of Scarlet’s ass.

“Ah, doesn’t matter anyway, it’s better when you shut up,” Yuffie chortled. Again, she slammed down, and again, she pierced through the luscious valley of her cunt with her achingly hard dick. The feeling of tight pussyflesh about the raw meat of her dick was divine, and the ninja savoured every last second of it. “You’re a bad person and will probably make a terrible mother, but heck, with any luck, I’ll fuck you into being an honest hag.”

Her voice was that of pure, utter superiority. She knew she had all the control, and watching Scarlet break down before her in real-time while on her back was utterly divine. There was nothing else she could ever want in her entire life but this. The pride she felt in seeing Scarlet’s face twist with lustful glee, to see her face shift around through various expressions of pleasure, was orgasmic in and of itself. 

“I won’t – let you – “ Scarlet hissed, or began to hiss, or something like that. She lashed out with her hands and pounded them against Yuffie’s shoulders, clawing at her, scratching with those long nails to leave welts. “You – you – oh! Oh, f-fuck, d-damnit! Damn you! D-damn this dick!”

Scarlet howled. Her spine arched and pushed her big, mountainous tits up into the air. They jiggled with each downward thrust of Yuffie’s hips, wobbling out of place in ways too beautiful to rationalize. They were huge, and watching them jiggle because of her own thrusts was downright beautiful. Yuffie couldn’t help it: she reached out and latched onto them like a greedy child.

“Look at these udders,” Yuffie praised lustfully. She dug in just the same as before, kneading into those luscious swells of breastflesh whilst plowing down with her hips. Her body extended itself in full, allowing her to hammer forward as best as the angle of penetration would allow. “I’m going to love seeing these things filled up with milk, you know. They’ll be amazing for a quick drink in the mornings…”

“You’re insane!” Scarlet spat. “Just – stop – Oooh!”

Another hot squeal left Scarlet’s throat. She tossed her head back and rippled with orgasmic bliss, with insides that clenched and curled to milk the thrusting pillar of dickmeat. She seemed to cum harder with each squeeze of her tits, her body bending and arching to shove her fat udders into Yuffie’s skilled and aggressive hands.

“You’re so hot,” Yuffie breathed out. “Once we correct your attitude, you’d be… well, I dunno, half-decent to have around.”

Scarlet’s hands clawed at Yuffie’s shoulders, but another hot, orgasmic rush passed through her as the slab of a dick hammered down into her wet and gushing core. All she could manage was a weak, protestul squeeze, and then a shuddering teeter. Her arms were like jelly, unable to hold on. She couldn’t stop Yuffie from fucking her, could barely hold her up, and was just holding her: desperate and weak, like a well-fucked slut would be.

“You’re so crazy, you’re so insane, you’re just a savage,” Scarlet was gasping, protesting in between her wet, hoarse moans of delight and pleasure.

Yuffie grunted and grinned down at her. Her body descended more and more, covering the busty woman with passion; Scarlet tried to fight against it, but her arms were so weak that Yuffie could feel them give way. She was no longer even trying to hold the ninja up; she was just holding her.

“I’m your savage,” Yuffie told the woman. “I’m the person you’ve been dreaming of your whole life.”

Scarlet moaned. It was a noise of hoarse defeat, and she couldn’t stop any of it. She could not stop Yuffie from letting go of her tits, then grabbing her hands; could not stop her from peeling them up and off and slamming them down above her head, into her blonde hair, and shoving it down. She didn't stop Yuffie from lacing their fingers together, nor could she prevent the ninja from launching her head all the way down for a kiss.

Scarlet hissed into it, her mouth reproachful – and then, as Yuffie’s tongue shoved into her parted, bitchy lips, she simply moaned. She bucked her waist and melted into the kiss with a sloppiness that was utterly shameful, that even made Yuffie embarrassed on her behalf. This was a woman who didn’t get enough love in her life, and who was desperate for a kind of loving contact she would never allow of her own volition.

She couldn’t stop their lips from slamming together into a hot, wet kiss, or that tongue from ramming down into the wet heat of her mouth to plunge away at her. It slipped in and through the wet contours of her mouth, slurping around with hot, lustful precision: curling and sweeping through her, aggressively latching on and kissing at every single part of her mouth that it could manage and then some besides. 

Scarlet moaned into the kiss like a whore in heat, whining and gasping with lustful fervour. Yufffie growled into the kiss, aggressively slurping away at her mouth. When Scarlet’s tongue rolled up, she relentlessly shoved it down and pushed around it. She dominated it with each touch, making sure it was shoved down flat in that syrupy maw.

Her entire body aligned itself with Scarlet such that her rough uniform was scraping against pink nipples and sweat-slicked tits. She laid out on top of the bitch and rounded down with aggressive strokes of her hips, feverishly rutting between spread legs. Scarlet should have done anything other than hump back up to meet her thrusts, and yet that was exactly what she was doing.

She humped while Yuffie pounded, allowing their bodies to meet with sharp, aggressive claps. Yuffie growled with lust, now dominating every facet of Scarlet: covering her bigger, bustier body with her smaller frame, rutting into her with the entirety of her shaft, and drilling through her with lustful fervour. Never once did she stop, and Scarlet couldn’t do anything but take it.

Yuffie yanked on Scarlet’s lower lip and bit down into it, sending friction rushing through the blonde’s lovely body. She pulled and nipped before yanking out of the kiss, then slamming her mouth down against everything in reach: across her jaw, down along her jawline, over her neck, then back up again. She was biting and nipping and suckling to leave bruise-like hickeys, each one dripping saliva. She tasted sweat everywhere she went, but she didn't care – she gave the slut a shower with her mouth. 

“You’re disgusting,” Scarlet panted with sloppy-mouthed delight. “You’re – just – insatiable!”

Yuffie chuckled as she ran her mouth up and down Scarlet’s face, kissing everything in reach and then some besides. She held onto the woman’s fluttering wrists while laying over her like the comfortable mattress she was, and that was all while pounding down between legs that steadily rose and rose and rose some more, surrounding Yuffie with their luscious softness.

“Our kids are gonna be so cute,” Yuffie whispered into the woman’s ear, all while nipping on their corners – just to mock her that much more. “Half Wutai, half Midgar-bitch… I wonder who they're gonna take after?”

“You’re an idiot!” Scarlet whined breathlessly. Her voice warbled with every syllable, as if she couldn’t quite get them out of her mouth. “I’m on the pill, you can’t even get me p-pregnant, you – you i-insatiable moron!”

Yuffie laughed into her ear. “Baby, you might be on the pill today… but you booked this whole week for your vacation, and I’m gonna be in here every single day, fucking your brains out twenty-four-seven… and I’m never pulling out.”

Scarlet screeched out a moan as Yuffie pounded down between her legs, relentlessly sawing into her slit. Each word the woman offered was punctuated by a breathless whine of praise as she was utterly fucked past her senses and then some besides - a truly mind-numbing ordeal for even the most uptight of women. Her body bucked up feverishly as Yuffie pounded down relentlessly; every action was one of total, utter submission.

“There is literally no chance you won’t be pregnant by the end of our…” Yuffie searched for the right word, and when it came to her, she could only sneer, “... Honeymoon. ”

The word spurred a flash of eureka in both of their minds. It was the most perfect word to describe the situation at hand: There Yuffie was, on top of Scarlet, kissing her neck while laying out across her fat tits. Their bodies were gyrating together, with the woman below mindless humping up whilst the woman above relentlessly pounded down to fuck her into the bed. Hands were tight around her wrists, pinning them down so lovingly that their fingers were laced, while legs were spread to their widest to allow for the very sloppiest of thrusts.

The hag was quite literally latched onto her ‘new husband’s’ body, holding desperately as it slammed down again, and again, and again. Her legs were spread, her hips were bucking, her body was pinned, and they were kissing - exchanging saliva in syrupy-slick arcs, as if nothing else mattered. Scarlet was, from the outside, to anyone who saw them, nothing more than an older hag of a woman who was desperate to be impregnated by her hot young stud.

If anyone saw them, they would not suspect tracheary, or prostitution, or anything of the sort. They would see a sexy older woman past her prime who had recklessly married some young stud to knock her up, and that was it. They would see this as nothing more than one last grasp at youthful passion, and laugh it off as yet another illicit, forbidden affair on the Costa Del Sol - one last bad decision leading to a kid.

“You fucking idiot!” Scarlet squealed aloud as her womb was relentlessly plowed. “F-fucking try your best, damnit! ”

Yuffie laughed - and slammed their mouths together again. She shoved her tongue down into the beautiful mouth and kissed Scarlet as if they were two horny newlyweds, though it could not be anything further from the case. It was a triumphant conqueror and a submissive, defeated older woman, nothing more loving than that. It was rough, it was aggressive, and it was exactly what Scarlet’s body had been craving.

It did not matter if she was on the pill or if that was a lie. She humped up against Yuffie’s descending pelvis no matter what, feverishly fucking against the throbbing slab of meat. Pushing, grinding, hoping for more, desperate for it, and getting everything that she wanted and more with each thrusting, clapping descent; more, and more, and just a tiny bit more, by the moment. 

Yuffie’s dick throbbed far more quickly on the second run. She no longer had to control herself or her libido, wasn’t trying to win some race, and so she did not try. Instead, she slammed her pulsating rod down into that soaking-wet, quivering cunt, plowing it through chain-orgasm after chain-orgasm, railing the woman for dear life. She pounded Scarlet down into the memory-foam mattress so hard that it would, forevermore, carry a ‘Scarlet-shaped hole’ in it.

One orgasm, two, three - Yuffie lost track. None of them mattered to her. She growled as she fucked hard, power-banging the woman down into the bed with relentless intensity. She reamed her out and slammed through her sloshing heat, churning up cum and juice in unbearable quantities. She was getting closer and closer to her limit, reaching her peak, and it did not falter for even a single second.

Yuffie hammered down while her balls clenched and tightened, preparing another load - and she did not hesitate to draw it out. Scarlet was almost endlessly cumming around her dick, and perhaps that was because she’d accepted the situation - she certainly had her fingers wrapped tight around Yuffie’s hands - or maybe it was because she was humping back - she did that very well - or maybe it was the kissing, or the rubbing breasts and the uniform scraping against her skin, or the womb-knocking thrusts, or anything.

It didn’t matter. Yuffie knew she was lost to the heat of the moment, regardless of her protests. Her tongue was wild, but her body knew what it wanted, and that was a child, and cum, and raw, rough sex. She got it all for moments and seconds until the very end, when Yuffie hammered down to the very base for a second monstrous time - balls thudding with wet ease, hips mashing with roughshod intent, such that Scarlet was pinned down flat beneath Yuffie’s smaller frame.

And then, heat. Another billowing load of seed lashed out into the wetness of her snatch, sending hot, gouting strings of cum into her cunt. Another powerful, sloppy load, another barreling rush of baby-batter. Except, the cunt was already so stuffed to the brim that it had nowhere to go. Each new load was simply pushing out old strings of cum to waterfall back out, and Yuffie was not satisfied with that.

She yanked herself back and pulled out of the kiss as fast, as messy, as she could, with strings of saliva connecting their lips together. She rose up on her extended hands and jerked her hips backward, then forward, to plop her dick halfway across Scarlet’s luscious frame. It was only for one last messy moment, to better allow her seed to come lashing out across Scarlet’s body in goo-thick ropes of white.

The stuff plastered the woman's sexy torso in seed. Ropes of the stuff sprayed across her belly and up over her tits, painting them in gorgeous ropes of white. She hosed the beauty down and covered her with her baby-batter, the stuff that was, even then, swirling around in her womb. That, combined with all that clinging sweat which dribbled along friction-flushed skin, made for a gorgeous view.

“There we go,” Yuffie groaned, her pleasure so hot that her breath came out in visible puffs. “That’s a great look for you, Scarlet. Exactly what a hag like you should look like…”

Scarlet panted there, twitching and shuddering, her body offering sporadic surges of electric overstimulation. She was fucked to the brink yet again, and her breath failed her; she heaved in oxygen to fill her aching lungs, leaving her breasts wobbling and teetering with each jiggle. Her mouth was wet and leaking saliva while her eyes were halfway up into her skull, showing just how intense it had all been for her.

“Awwwww,” Yuffie chuckled. She raked one hand through her short hair and felt the sweat matting it to her face. She was clearly flushed with exertion, but not tired. Winded, but only slightly. Scarlet, instead, was heaving air for dear life, struggling just to remain conscious. “Was that too much for you, Scarlet? Can’t take me at my best?”

Yuffie began to rise up, watching as Scarlet heaved. The woman’s mouth mashed its way up and down; her tongue curled around like lead in her mouth. She was still trying to speak, still trying to form words, and that only made the Ninja laugh. It was ridiculous, insane, and sloppy. The fact that Scarlet still had some willpower to try was honestly admirable, if incredibly annoying.

“Nah, save your breath,” Yuffie chuckled. She bounced her way over the bed and grabbed Scarlet by the shoulders, now dragging her to the other end so that her head hung over the edge. “You’re gonna need it.”

She let Scarlet’s dizzy head hang. She rose up above her in tandem, then sent her cock slapping down across her face with just one hand. Scarlet groaned as she was cock-slapped like a cheap dockside stripper. Dizzy, dazed eyes tried to focus, tried to blink past their tears, and stare at the colossal monster in front of her.

Scarlet’s first, hoarse words so far were: “How are you still hard…?”

“Because I’m the kind of Futa you’ve been craving all your life,” Yuffie chuckled down at her, and sent her dick thwapping down across her plump, drooling lips. “And from here on out, you’re gonna be my bed cushion.”

Scarlet opened her mouth again; maybe to curse, maybe to say something, or maybe, just maybe, because she’d finally given in to her lust and wanted to submit. Logic did not matter, though. Yuffie didn’t care, because in the very next moment she was pushing her dick down into the woman’s mouth, stabbing it across her luscious cheeks, until the tongue was plastered against the roof of her maw with its syrupy-thick sweetness. 

Yuffie did not care to do anything more than send her dick punching down into the wet heat of Scarlet’s mouth and throat, to feed that hard, stiff girth into the mouth of the bitch who had tried to take it before. Scarlet slobbered obscenely already, for she was now a weak-breathed, well-fucked whore who did not have the mental capabilities to handle herself.

Her hand reached out shakily. They wobbled as if they were made of jelly. They shivered and sent nails sliding across Yuffie’s knees before awkwardly latching into her thighs as if to push against her or stop her. They had no strength left in them at all, however, and so she could not do anything more than cradle the ninja’s body.

It was as adorable as it was ludicrous, and Yuffie savoured the sight. She savoured it while pushing down with her waist and hips, thrusting the meat of her dick into that tight, wet tunnel before her – driving it down into the narrowness of YScarlet’s throat, feeling those walls, that same clinging snugness, once more.

This time, it was on her terms. This time, she could feed her shaft down heedless of Scarletr’s capabilities, and she did so very slowly, very methodically, urging it down to the sounds of wet squishes and hot, gurgling gasps. Strain was rife, but that did not stop Scarlet from gurgling like a whore. A protestful one, maybe, but Yuffie saw the way that her hips bucked and how her legs kicked at the sheets.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” Yuffie chuckled smugly. She stuffed the back of Scarlet’s throat with that hard, dense shaft, then pushed into that salivating morass even further – really stuffing it up with the huge sweep of her dick. “This is the cock you were choking yourself on earlier, you whore.’

Yuffie casually took her time bottoming out into Scarlet’s throat. She could have just slammed it all in, but she had to admit that she took honest pride out of the moment. It was a clear sign of her superiority and dominance over the hag that was simply too delicious to pass up. She had all the control, and even here, the bitch could do nothing but take her massive truncheon of a dick.

The entire thing was pushing down into her slobbering, sputtering mouth. Seven inches down, three eight, then nine, toward well-washed and streaked lipstick – and again, that hint of resistance, that snag of pressure. It was the same barrier that stopped Scarlet from throating the cock before, but Yuffie was not ‘Scarlet’. She had angle, momentum, and an utter lack of regard for asphyxiation.

She pushed hard, simply dropping her weight and using the angle of her body to drive her dick down the rest of the way. As that last inch popped inside and the cock’s head plunged the ravenous depth of her gullet, Scarlet let out an ecstatically strained wheeze. Her sputters were obscene and her gurgles were fierce and raw in quality-  but faded and tired, for she had little breath left, clearly.

Yuffie grinned viciously. “That’s right, you slut. Choke on my cock for me, ok?”

Her tongue was anything but loving: it was rough and dominant. She had Scarlet at her very mercy, and the best the woman could do was gurgle and buck her hips like a horny animal. Scarlet was at her very weakest point in her life, or so Yuffie imagined, and she was happy to abuse it for every last bit that it was worth.

“It sucks that you couldn’t deepthroat it earlier, you know, properly,” Yuffie said aloud, “But I’ll have you trained for this by the end of the week, slut.”

She brought her hips back. She dislodged her huge,m throbbing length from the tight sheath of a throat without a single care in the world. For her, Scarlet’s mouth was truly just a sheath for her dick, heedless of any other factors. She did not care about her comfort, or if she could take it. The sputtering was very vicious now, tinged by a feral quality, but she didn’t care past its pleasurable noises.

Scarlet was her enemy, and she deserved all this and more. It was, if anything, a mercy for what she truly deserved. Yuffie was only too happy to yank her dick out of the teasing bitch’s throat, yanking her shaft from the depths a war-criminal’s mouth – and never once did she feel the hint of teeth nor the tensing of a jaw, because Scarlet was too far gone for that.

She was too far gone to do anything but gurgle around the pillar of dick and suckle it relentlessly. She offered hot, wet gushes of breath, whatever was left in her lungs, as it retreated. Welling saliva was almost assuredly slipping down her face now, but Yuffie did not even think about that. She couldn't see it: her eyes only rested upon the canvas of beauty before it.

She savoured that beauty while thrusting forward, driving her shaft back inside with a brusque vigour. As her shaft sawed forward into the tight throat, her eyes raked along Scaerlte’s utterly perfect, and fuck-drunk, body. Every curve, every single dip and fold, were stared at with pleasure. All that dripping sweat, so thick it was like lotion, all that friction-reddened skin, where she could still see the imprints of her palms and fingers from where she’d groped.

Those amazing tits, still sent wobbling with each hoarse gurgle and sputtering cough. Yuffie grinned; she could not resist those luscious mounds at all, and her hands reached out for them like a woman starved. Maybe it was a sign of her age to latch on, maybe it was a sign of good taste, but in either case, she planted her palms down boldly and squeezed so much harder still.

Scarlet moaned around the dick than impaled her throat. Her hips offered a weak buck. Her horny body was reluctantly receptive, and that made Yuffie laugh. Scarlet truly was just an old hag in need of a stud to mount her. Yuffie could not truly correct her past attitudes, but by the time their honeymoon was done, the ‘new husband’ would make an honest baby-maker of ‘her wife.’

“These tits are unreal, I can’t lie,” Yuffie groaned. She dug her hands down and squeezed with passion, happily kneading into slick, heavenly mounds. There was so much flesh that she could scarcely cover the entirety of them, and the skin shifted pleasantly in her fingers. All that wetness made it so that getting a good grip was treacherous and tenuous, but she tried anyhow.

She groaned to herself as she thrust with her hips, guiding her huge, thick dick down into the wet and clinging heat of Scarlet's throat. She buried the entire thing inside until her pelvis rested against Scarlet's face like a throne, then pulled back to enjoy it again. It was soft as silk and just as wet as her pussy: a different quality to it, perhaps, but no different at all on the face of it.

“Oh, man,” Yuffie sighed pleasantly. “That’s some seriously good throat, Scar. Trained from years of bitching, right?”

Scarlet sputtered obscenely. She raked her nails across Yuffie’s thighs,, but she did not actually achieve anything. Her arms were jelly, and she did not truly try to force the younger girl away. There was nothing to prevent the stud from mounting her head and pounding her dick down into her throat as if it was a toy, then yanking back at a pace of her own choosing.

Yuffie sighed as she bucked her waist. Stamina was not an issue for her, and the only thing she concentrated on was her satisfaction – and shutting Scarlet up, of course. Her body was that of a gorgeous war criminal, and that was something to be savoured even still. Hands dug down into the pleasant, shifting meat of her tits, bending them out of shape with a gorgeous and, in fact, wonderful touch. Everything squished wonderfully, with skin kneading around in her over-eager fingers.

“Amazing,” Yuffie groaned. “I could play with these udders all day.. whoa…”

She trailed off and shook her head. Scarlet’s tits were soft and squeezable in every way that mattered; the skin rolled and shitted around her fingers like dough. Yuffie was utterly fascinated: she dug in and bent them out of shape so that sweat and lotion and saliva squelched beneath her hands, then pulled and slapped the sides of doughy breastmeat just to watch them wobble.

Each time she did so, Scarlet gurgled about the shaft and bucked her hips up. She was a sensitive hag, and Yuffie knew it. She knew her sensitive spots now, her weak points, and she abused them while fucking her throat for dear life. She pounded down with ever-rising vigour, lodging her shaft in up to the base before whipping it back through that slobbering tunnel.

“Damn, your throat is so nice,” Yuffie groaned. “Seriously, that’s some real throat-pussy, you know? Shit…”

She gripped onto those tits and hammered forward, and was delighted in the many reactions she drew out. Scarlet alternated between being a hateful bitch and a needy slut, because she sometimes gurgled and sometimes bucked her hips and sometimes pushed back. She was, at the end of the day, a masochistic slut, and did not protest her treatment nearly as much as she should have. Maybe, she was now regretting not grabbing her gun. Maybe, she was now savouring the moment as only a reluctant whore could.

It didn’t matter.  Yuffie honestly didn’t care. She was fucking Scarlet to shut her up for good, and her hips moved in sharper, tighter arcs to facilitate that. She shoved her shaft down and thudded her pelvis against the woman’s face, bashing it with strength and with fervour. Skin clapped and a head rocked back as she drilled down into a soft, tight throat, leaving the wheezing beauty breathless.

Moment by moment, she felt Scarlet’s stamina give out and give way. She did not have much left anymore, not after the whole day so far. She was trained and exhausted, and her body was burning with lust and heat. She could only submit as her oxygen supply dwindled and moaned lewdly about the shaft as her tits were kneaded.

Yuffie’s movements only grew smoother. Scarlet’s mouth went slack, her breath failing her; oxygen deprivation hitting in as the thick dick clogged up a windpipe that had already been strained during sex. Churning slobbers and squelching pops rang out louder than any of Scarlet’s groans now, and Yuffie let those musical noises guide her.

“That’s it,” Yuffie sighed out throatily, “Take my cock, Wifey, get a good taste for it…”

She pounded down with vigour, now gliding through Scarlet’s mouth and throat. The more breathless that the woman became, the looser, more slack, her throat went. Muscles tensed and relaxed instinctively with the onset of oxygen deprivation. Yuffie moved in broader, hungrier sweeps, slamming down with passion into that tight, loosened throat, cramming it all full with each successive stroke.

The sounds of slobbering strain were a lewd music to Yuffie’s ears. The feeling was sin around her dick. The fat titties she was pawing felt utterly perfect in her grip. She dug down and slammed away at the beauty’s mouth, pounding her shaft down with near-wild abandon: abusing the loosened, sloppy throat muscles to cram herself in ten inches deep time and time again, hilting herself upon the woman’s face itself.

Weak, wet plaps accompanied each of her motions. Scarlet’s head rocked with each of her thrusts. She felt throat muscles grow looser as the deprivation truly settled in, and it matched the faint suckling of her throat. She knew that Scarlet was positively drained, practically unconscious by that point, but the ninja didn’t care at all. For her, that was the point: finally, properly making the mouthy bitch shut the hell up.

“Yeah, you trained your throat pretty good after all these years of bitching,” Yuffie groaned out. “Not surprised your throat feels as good as your cunt, honestly.”

Yuffie groaned and rocked herself down with hard, hot, aggressive thrusts. She felt her stamina waning now, but that was not a concern. She sawed down, her shaft plunging through Scarlet’s slack mouth: fucking it with fervour, her dick gliding in and out some six inches at a time. She growled hard; she dug her hands into Scarlet’s tits for leverage, squeezing until the flesh bulged out between her fingers.

“Fuck,” Yuffie groaned raggedly. “Ah… ah… this is some good throat, gonna have to leave my mark here, too, you know? Like a - a calling card…”

She spoke through strained breaths, because she was not really concentrating on holding out. She silenced Scarlet for good with her dick, and pounded her throat to leave the blonde a slobbering mess; she could see nothing of her face, but her body was now a jiggling canvas of fuck-drunk laxity. She was too far gone to do anything, and even her hands were limp on Yuffie’s thighs. She was helpless to resist, and so there was nothing for Yuffie to do but thrust.

To slam her cock down, to ram that brutal, bludgeoning length deep into her sodden, sopping throat, and to then unload herself. She didn’t think twice about it. Her balls thudded into a well-kept forehead, her pelvis went flush with an unbreathing nose, and her shaft plunged ten inches down to plug up every last bit of throat ahead of her. She threw her head back and moaned gutturally, with triumph.

And, again, another load of cum was sent surging from the pulsating meat of her dick, another hot, billowing surge of release that crashed down into the woman’s tight, tense throat. Thick, gooey seed, the same quality as before, as if her balls churned up a never-ending stream of the stuff. She dumped it all down Scarlet’s throat and into her stomach, pumping her full of degrading, filthy semen.

Yuffie held herself there for a long, long moment, groaning with bliss and pleasure; she kept herself balls-deep, letting the prodigious breeding-curves conjure up another gout of thick, gooey cream with each twitch and surge. Yuffie kept herself there for a long, long moment, with no hesitation in the slightest. She dumped a loadful of creamy seed down into Scarlet’s belly, invariably stuffing her with it.

“That’s it,” Yuffie sighed. “Oh, that’s so good…”

And still, she held herself there, listening to nothing but her own cock’s rhythmic pulsation. Scarlet was too far gone to even breathe. She laid there limply as she took it, doing nothing at all. She had lost, and Yuffie had won - simple as that. And, as the ninja drew out, she was allowed to do so at her leisure; yanking her thickened slab of dickmeat from those tight, tense walls, withdrawing herself until the head popped out with a noise that was truly sickening.

Still, her dick offered up a few more strings of cum across Scarlet’s fuck-drunk, oxygen-deprived face; eyes were entirely rolled up and so much drool had run down her face, over her forehead, that everything was a sticky mess of mascara and slime. With the cum there, it was, perhaps, one of the most perverse things Yuffie had ever seen in her entire life.

“Damn, you look good,” she chuckled to herself. She stood there for a moment, admiring her handiwork: taking pride in the fact that she had truly fucked Scarlet into unconsciousness. Saliva-drenched, makeup-slurping, unconsciousness. The woman was coated with sweat, marked with handprints, and friction-red all over the place. She was stuffed with cum, which would, hopefully, make her a mother - and that wouldn’t take away from her life of crime, but it would start to offer back what she’d taken from others.

After all, she couldn’t commit war crimes from Midgar if she was stuck in a Wutai bedroom pumping out kids.

Yuffie couldn’t be prouder, her heart more swollen with triumph - all the hardships in Midgar, now paid back tenfold. Still, she wasn’t quite done yet. She moved back around the bed, found the discarded purse, and pulled out a phone lacquered in red with an executive stamp over it. Smirking, she moved back where she’d come from and fumbled around with the screen lock.

“What’s your password?” She taunted. “Oh, right, you’re too fucked to answer. Hm - face ID?” She looked at that cum, sweat, mascara, and saliva-coated face, and laughed. “Yeah, no there, too. Ok - ah! Fingerprint…”

She grabbed Scarlet’s hand and used her fingers to unlock the phone. She brought up the camera and took a picture of Scarlet from the front: her head hanging limp over the edge of the bed dripping cum, her tits glazed, the rest of her a bundle of sloppy curvature. One picture, and then a group message to Yorda, Fran, and Naomi.

Executive Scarlet, R&D>   Enjoy :) 

                               >     (sloppytoppy.jpg)

Yuffie threw the phone back down and laid herself out on the bed in parallel to Scarlet.  She stretched herself out, yawned, and smiled up at the ceiling. She couldn’t be more proud of herself and how things had turned out, and she knew, no matter what, she’d remember this day for the rest of her life.

A life that would involve Scarlet as her twenty-four-seven cumdump and on-call baby-mother.

The Next Day 

The room was covered in a near-perpetual haze of heat and warmth, its every surface laden with a clinging sheen of sweat that made the nose sting with its acrid scent. The sweat formed an atmosphere of its own, creating its own climate within the newly-minded ‘honeymoon suite’. If anyone walked in there now, they’d be met with a face-full of warmth and an oppressive stickiness that would make the tropical sun seem modest by comparison.

It wasn’t just sweat that covered the room, but discarded clothes, ruined sheets, and a wetness that left the floor splotchy in some parts and treacherously slick in others. The bed’s comforter, once lush and expensive, was torn by teeth and claws over the course of hours and now piled off to the side; the sheets beneath were bundled up across the floor to serve as a makeshift carpet, and similarly soaked through with fluid.

Clothes were everywhere, an entire wardrobe dismantled. Accessories, supplies, and a rather comical assortment of confiscated weapons, were laid out flat across a countertop. Phones, pagers, everything had been turned off, turning the room into a zone of silence - at least, insofar as technology was concerned. The noises washing through the room were anything but silent, and, in fact, was a near-endless cacophony of claps and smacks and moans and screams that had caused no less than five noise complaints over the last twenty-four hours.

Of course, noise complaints were the last thing that Yuffie was thinking about. No, she had a mission to uphold, and she could not skimp: a mission that involved turning Yuffie into her ‘lawfully wedded and bred wife’. They had managed to get her to ‘sign’ the necessary papers sometime into her fuck-drunk spiel, but Naomi still doubted that the sloppy writing could be considered legal. 

They’d try again later, once Scarlet recovered. Unfortunately, at the moment, she was face-down, ass-up, arms limp beside her clenching toes. Cum dripped down from her stuffed pussy in heaps, while a newly-minted dog collar with Yuffie’s name was wrapped around her throat. If she had an issue with her collar or the cum stuffing, she couldn’t say so; she was totally passed out, her mind once again lost in the overstimulating haze of sex that had been afflicting her from the very first moment she’d arrived at the Costa Del Sol resort.

Thankfully for Yuffie, she had plenty of girls to make up for Scarlet’s deficit. Or, at least, she would, but there Naomi was, passed out just the same as Scarlet, with her head hanging off the edge of the bed so that her reddish curls tickled the ground. Her cinnamon body was the same mess of sweat, but with a brighter streak of cum across her skin: the tones making for a rather delicious contrast.

Fran, though, was more than content to make up for the slack -if, at least, the whining moans coming from her lips were any indication. She was screaming out in a pleasure so raw that it was dizzying, shouting her lungs out as Yuffie slammed into her cunt with the force of a jackhammer: pounding down with desperate fervour, her shaft nailing those soft inner walls with fury. 

“FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT, YOU STUD!” Fran was screaming at the top of her lungs. “I LOVE YOUR COCK SO FUCKING MUCH!”

Yuffie could only grunt as she hammered down, fully ramming away at the woman in the torridness of a full-on mating press. She had arms wrapped around her back, clawing at her to add more welts to the mix - another girl, another series of scratches. She had legs wrapped around her waist, ankles hooked across the small of her back, to hold her in place. Her busty, curvy body was pinned down flat, allowing naked curves to slip across one another with an unhealthy squelching of sweat.

“ITS SO GOOD! YOU’RE AMAZING!” Fran screeched deliriously. She had been a mess for the last twenty minutes or so, since Yuffie had really gotten to go down on her. Since the moment she’d sent the picture to the girls, everything had ‘fallen into place’, so to speak. Everyone was desperate to get back at Scarlet and enact their vengeance, but she was only one woman - and Yuffie simply took her pick of the litter, turning it all into a messy orgy of heat. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”

Fran moaned deliriously and babbled constantly, much like only a true slut in love with dick could be. Yuffie was not surprised: any girl as horny as Fran would love a big dick slammed into them, and no one could really fuck as Yuffie did. They had started out as doubters, and now they were all true believers - left gasping and moaning as they were railed for dear life. Fran was locked into that mating press, and she was loving it.

“I love your dick so fucking much!” Fran deliriously moaned. “Shove that fat-shitty-thing in me! F-fucking breed me, you gorgeous stud! ’

Yuffie groaned out a laugh. “You girls are such sluts. Oh, man, it’s so hot. ”

She held onto Fran and hammered away at her in the mating press, trying to stave off her orgasm as best as she could. Roughly dominating a girl that craved domination, slamming her into a Fran-shaped hole in the mattress, was a delight. Rutting her thick dick into a chain-spasming pussy was just a delicious delight that was hard to savour when she was fucking her so hard and fast that her dick felt raw.

“ FUCKING KNOCK ME UP AND MARRY ME!” Fran squealed and babbled in equal measure, her fingers cutting across Yuffe’s back. “DON’T FUCKING STOP!”

At that moment, somewhere between the squealing and the clapping of skin-on-skin contact, the door to the room opened. A gust of fresh gust of air entered the room and exchanged out some of the sweat-licked air, offering a single breath of relief to Yuffie’s hot, exerted body. With it came the squeak of a trolley: a cart was pushed in first, the top and bottom racks laden with plates of easy-to-eat food and bottles of resort-stamped water.

Yorda pushed the cart inside while whistling a smooth tune on her lips, all bright and peppy and almost in contrast to the sheer ferocity of the mating press she now saw with her cute little eyes. Yuffie thought nothing of it. She looked over and offered a grin whilst slamming down into the gushing seal of an orgasmic cunt, nailing it hard, broad strokes that would forever ruin Fran to any other dick.

“Fucking knock me up and breed me, holy shit, marry me, damnit!” Fran babbled incoherently, her mind on the cusp of shattering. “I love you just marry me so I can take this amazing cock every single day - fuck, holy fuck, just knock me up, damnit, I want it so fucking bad - ! ”

Yorda giggled as she brought the trolley to a stop near the bed, providing another slew of refreshments. The garbage can just nearby was stuffed already with paper plates and water bottles, for that was the only way any of them were getting the energy to continue their days-long fuck-fest. Scarlet had rented out the entire room for the week, after all, and after a few complimentary passes to the resort for the rest of the gang, Yuffie was in it for the long haul.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying herself,” Yorda said with a faint giggle. 

Yuffie let out a low grunt. “Yeah, that tends to happen after the third - ah - cumshot.” Another grunt of exertion. “More or - or less, ah, gimme a sec, Yorda, fuck - ”

With those legs grabbing onto her, ankles locked against the small of her back, it was hard to thrust. With those hands cradling her shoulders for dear life and with Fran moaning her little heart out in bliss, begging for cum and for pregnancy, Yuffie couldn't resist. For the third time so far since Yorda left to get their refreshments, she crashed down and hammered home into that slick, wet tunnel: for yet another time, she unloaded her balls into a grasping, begging slit.

If Fran came to regret her words in the morning, or by the end of the week, it would likely be too late. Great, gouting strings of seed came lashing out all at once, slamming deep into her snatch to paint her over in white. It did not take much more than that. In seconds, if that, Fran’s cunt was stuffed up yet again. Her womb, already filled to the brim with seed, received another thick lashing of baby-batter for her efforts: a truly impregnating load designed to leave women as single mothers.

Might as well change my name to The Wutai Mother-Maker, Yuffie thought with surreal glee. She held herself there and unloaded her balls for yet another jerking time, and received squealing glee for her efforts. Fran latched onto her, holding for dear life, kissing her neck and moaning into her shoulders. Their tits rubbed wonderfully and a slick belly undulated, but Fran’s movements were weak at best. 

She had no strength left in her, and as she came her brains out, she could only slump back and pant hard. It was an exchange that lasted mere moments, though it seemed like thrice that duration. In no time, Yuffie was drawing back to the sounds of obscene slurps, leaving another waterfall of cum and juice to bubble back. In her wake, a sweat-matted blonde was left panting and huffing for air whilst her body busied itself with converting baby batter to baby belly.

“Sorry about the mess,” Yuffie yawned. She stretched her arms above her head and rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed; she seriously needed a shower and a cooldown stretch, but that would be some time off still.

“Don’t worry, we’ll charge Scarlet’s card for the damages and stuff,” Yorda said simply. She handed Yuffie a water bottle, and the girl took it gratefully: she unscrewed the cap and twisted it off, desperate to parch her throat. At the same time, Yorda looked down at Yuffie’s still-thick dick, now dribbling semen and juice everywhere, and tutted. “I’m more worried about your mess, Yuffie.”

“Gee, sorry,” Yuffie did not apologize. It was a sarcastic remark, because somehow, she knew what was coming next; as she brought the bottle to her lips, Yorda suddenly descended onto her knees before her, grabbed hold of the ninja’s toned thighs, and swept forward with her mouth. She did not need to use her hands, much like Scarlet hadn’t; and, much like the ravenous slut of a Shinra Executive, Yorda proved herself to be a ravenous slut of a Resort Employee.

Her mouth widened and parted and clamped down upon the shaft. Her jaw was at its maximum extension and her tongue was out flat to form a perfect landing ramp. In less than a second, Yorda had the cock down in her mouth, slurping at its cum-stained, juice-soaked length. There was no hesitation there whatsoever, and not a single hint of a gag-reflex to be felt.

As Yuffie began to drain her bottle of water in huge gulps, she watched as Yorda effortlessly sank down onto the thickness of her prick. Unlike everyone else in that room who tried - and they all tried, whether voluntary or otherwise - Yorda was the only one who could easily, without skipping a single beat, deepthroat the entire cock in one easy twist of her head. Her mouth descended, her throat expanded and gulped, and she throated all ten inches, all at once.

Her nose was brushed up against Yuffie’s pelvis, her mouth down into her lap. Yuffie groaned with soft pleasure and drained down her water bottle to the very end, until the plastic crinkled in her hand. Yorda impaled her throat at the same time, happily and sloppily gurgling across the entire slick dick; suckling messily for moments and seconds, all while her throat bulged around the weight of it.

Yuffie groaned and shivered. “A-ah… s-seriously, you’ve got the best throat of all of you by far. It isn’t even close…”

Yorda looked up at her with those pretty eyes and slurped her way back up the shaft with minimal difficulty. As far as Yuffie was concerned, she had spoken true: they all had wonderful mouths and talents, but when it came to deepthroating, no one beat Yorda. Only she could slurp it all up without a fidget and a breath, the only one who could stuff her throat to the very hilt without even choking - then pull off as if it was a three-incher.

Yorda suckled her way back without a single droplet of saliva staining her lips - which was not the case for Yuffie’s dick. All the cum and juice was gone, presumably buried in Yorda’s belly, with only a slick sheen of saliva left in its wake. She had cleaned her dick in a single second of deepthroating action, and Yuffie, as ever, fell in love with it.

“So good,” Yuffie sighed lovingly. She leaned back and moaned just that little bit more as Yorda’s diligent hands swiped up over her thighs to grab the dick, then, with effortlessness, started to knead the shaft; her palms moving in cyclical, massaging strokes, lathering the girth up with her throat-saliva. “You’re seriously great at this…”

“On the topic of best… ” Yorda hummed innocently, or seemingly so: her jerking hands didn’t really imply much innocence. “If you had to marry just one of us, who would you pick?”

Yuffie didn’t answer immediately, and when she did open her mouth only a laugh emerged. “Where’s this coming from?”

“You were talking about the best throat, so I thought , who’s your best girl?” Yorda skillfully jerked the cock with both hands, fingers laced tight. “And if you had a best… who would you marry?”

Yuffie snorted and flashed her teeth. She made full eye contact with the beauty and said, without reservation, “That’s easy! All of you.”

“Eh?” Yorda cocked her eyes. “You me-”

“I wouldn’t have to pick,” Yuffie explained with a chuckle. “Polygamy is legal in Wutai, so I’d just marry all of you. No need to pick one.”

This time, Yorda burst out laughing - though it was tinged with a husky curiosity. “Really? But then… well, with a dick like this, gosh, I bet you’d already have a ton of wives back home, right?”

“Me? Nahhhh,” Yuffie waved her hand. “I’m not ready to settle down yet.”

Yorda wiggled her eyebrows. “I thought you were taking Scarlet back home, though.”

Yuffie shook her head. “That’s different - I’m marrying her here to basically, uhm, like, ruin her rep in Midgar. And uh, taking her home because - well, she owes us a lot of kids, you know, so yeah. But, I’m totally still single. Concubines don’t count.”

Yorda looked at her curiously.

“That’s why I’m the Single White Rose of Wutai - to let people know I’m single! ” Yuffie said with a grin. “Anyone can have a taste! I just don’t need to put down roots yet, y’know? Got missions to do… babes to see..”

Yorda giggled and pouted in equal measure. Her hands squeezed the shaft wonderfully, drawing out a husky sigh. “Awww, really? None of us are good enough to change your mind…?”

“W-well,” Yuffie sputtered, “My mind’s open to change…”

Yorda licked her teeth. “Oh?”

“I mean, I’m not sure if marriage is for me…” Yuffie said in a careful, playful voice. “But maybe, you know, you three girls can convince me to change my mind…? Decide if it’s worth settling down with three wives and a concubine.”

Yorda smirked. She leaned forward and pressed a fat, sloppy kiss against the head of Yuffie’s dick, all while staring up into her eyes. “Challenge accepted.”

With that singular proclamation did she push right back down, impaling her mouth, and then her throat, with the weight of Yuffie’s dick. Ten inches of wrist-thick dick did not deter her; stuffing a forearm length of throbbing cock into her esophagus did not slow Yorda whatsoever. She impaled herself with the weight of it in less than a second, and Yuffie could only moan over the exquisite, luxurious quality of her velvet throat.

Her fingers and toes curled as they settled down around her. Her eyes feasted upon the sight of a bulging neck and a beautiful lady. Four beautiful ladies, all fucked dumb by her cock, locked into a breeding session for the week. No matter what, Yuffie would leave four mothers behind - and somehow, she just knew that they would be coming with her back to Wutai.

She had never wanted to settle down before in her life, but with those three lovely beauties willing to be her wives and babymakers for life on top of Scarlet, well, Yuffie couldn’t easily say no.