Jenova's Daughter

CHAPTER THREE: Yazoo

Once they were out of sight, Yazoo put an arm around the stunning Assassin as they walked. He couldn’t resist touching her again. Hard muscles moved beneath her leathers as she walked, and her movement was graceful and steady. He knew she was a deadly weapon awaiting release, and it excited him.

They arrived at the armory, and Yazoo waited at the checkout desk while ReiMei picked out her arms. An hour later, he realized that he should have known better. His little sister was an Assassin. She certainly wasn’t going to restrict herself to only one weapon. She’d found a hand-cart and had filled it with a frightening variety of very dangerous items. Yazoo didn’t fail to notice she’d chosen a pair of GunBlades like he and Loz’s.

“You’re not going to be able to carry all of that.” Yazoo pointed out.

Something crackled in ReiMei’s head, and it felt like the pain that had shot through her abdomen only a little earlier. Suddenly, she felt the need to be near her brother, to have his hands on her, to have her hands on him. She walked up to Yazoo and cupped his cheek.

“My dear Yazoo,” she said softly, “I do not intend to carry them all at once. However, having them nearby where I can choose is a good idea, isn’t it?”

Yazoo didn’t care about weapons any more. All he could think about was the warm, china-white hand on his face. He turned his head and kissed ReiMei’s palm. The Assassin’s amazing eyes slid shut, and she shuddered at his touch. There were words repeating in her mind. The Bonding. She knew what it was, and that she could not resist or turn away now that Yazoo had begun. If Yazoo stopped now, it would destroy her. She was in luck. Yazoo didn’t hesitate, laying his hands on her hips and drawing her to him.

Her lips were pliant, and she parted them to allow Yazoo’s tongue to enter her mouth. She tasted sweeter than Loz or Kadaj. His hands slid back to her ass, and he grabbed her, grinding his rising erection against her. ReiMei’s hand dropped to Yazoo’s groin, pulling up the lower zipper of his long jacket to reach inside and fit the curve of her fingers along the curve of his manhood, hidden beneath his leather pants. Her other hand helped her long vest slide off of her shoulders, and she pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit down, so that she could shed that too. Yazoo helped her remove the tight garment. He stood still for a moment, filling his slitted eyes with the sight of her. If he and his brothers were gods, then ReiMei, their sister, was a goddess.

Her long silver hair was a cascade of waves now that it was dry. Her pale skin was aglow with a sexual need that matched the intense Mako light in the dark emerald of her exotic eyes. Once she had bared her body for Yazoo, she stripped away his long jacket to find that he wore no shirt beneath. Her nimble fingers undid the buttons of his pants and she peeled them off of his hips, freeing his erection. Kneeling before him, she helped him kick off his boots, enjoying this view of his perfectly cut abdomen. A ‘v’ in his muscles ran from his hips down to his genitals. ReiMei followed the pattern with her lips, tracing fire down Yazoo’s body, going from the hard spot of his pelvic bone, down to his coarse silver pubic hair and back up the other side.

Yazoo’s jutting erection grazed against her cheek and under her chin as she moved. He groaned with desire at the contact. His ethereal sister took pity on him and stroked the length of his shaft with her warm wet tongue, making Yazoo shudder now. She teased the velvet head of his cock, pushing the tip of her tongue into the closed slit, and then dragging it around the underside. She worked his erection as if she were born to it. Perhaps she was. As much as she was enjoying herself, there was an underlying compulsion that she couldn’t deny. She wouldn’t have been able to stop if she wanted to.

ReiMei teased her brother mercilessly, each time Yazoo thought she’d take him into her mouth, she slid to another part of his member, or down to his sac. It took a great deal of concentration to keep from spilling his seed. Abruptly, ReiMei stood up and fixed Yazoo with a hungry stare.

“I am yours for the moment.” She said, even as her hands explored his body. “Touch me, Yazoo.” She instructed. “Become one with me and complete the bonding we have begun.”

Yazoo stilled her words with a deep kiss, sweeping her into his arms and laying her gently on the checkout desk. He instinctively knew all of the places that would bring her to swift arousal, though he suspected she was already there. He broke away from the kiss, going to her ear and tracing the delicate shell with his tongue. ReiMei sighed, and he felt her shiver. She turned her head to return the wet caress, not content to lie still as Yazoo played her like a fine instrument.

Her brother worked his way slowly down to her perfect breasts, giving each one the attention it deserved. She arched her back and he wrapped his arms around her as he continued to kiss her beautiful body. Her skin was milk white, but flushed with desire. Her belly was flat, and Yazoo could feel her taut muscles ripple in response to his touch. When his fingers quested between her legs and touched the hard button of her clitoris, she bucked her hips violently.

Yazoo raised his head to gaze at his sister. Her haunting, emerald cat’s eyes were darker now, sparkling like starshine from the Mako her body had been saturated with.

“I’m going to have to hurt you just a little.” Yazoo said softly.

“I know.” She said with a gentle, sweet smile.

Yazoo pushed his fingers into ReiMei’s sex, finding her wet and slippery. He felt the thin band marking her virginity snap as he deflowered the second of his siblings. He saw that her expression was serene and calm, just as it had been at her birth only hours before. Her smile was quiet and gentle. Her eyes were wide open as she watched him.

ReiMei’s hips swayed in time with Yazoo’s fingers and with an almost insistent nudge, urged him to taste her. Yazoo wanted to do that very much. He positioned himself between her legs to drink her in, but she held him still.

“No.” She whispered. “Turn around so that I can have you too.”

Yazoo complied, and as he lowered his mouth to give her his most intimate kiss, ReiMei took the full length of his manhood into her mouth. He moaned at the feeling, somehow different from what Loz had done to him. He moaned again when he tasted first blood, then the sweet tang of his sister’s arousal. He had to hold her still as she began to writhe beneath him. He also kept himself under tight control, for he wanted to know how his cock would feel buried deep inside of her.

Her next oldest brother pleasured the little woman, driving his tongue into her, then dragging it up to her twitching clitoris and back down again. Suddenly, her body went completely taut, her back arched sharply up from the desk. She released Yazoo’s member with a drawn out moan.

It hurt again. That sharp flash across her belly. Stabbing her, then gone as her climax was once again permitted to rule her, she could not examine it. What was it? What did it mean? Why did she feel so wrong each time it attacked her?

His little sister had made a sound that Yazoo would never forget as she hung on the edge of her climax. The nectar of her orgasm flooded his tongue as she came against his mouth, her hips bucking once again, and the muscles inside of her clenching nothingness. Her brother swiftly turned around, bringing ReiMei to the edge of the desk. He entered the still quivering cave of her womanhood, and she made that sound again, her hips rising to meet him. Yazoo’s head fell back in pure delight as he began to stroke her with his cock.

His sister sat up, entwining her legs and arms around him, and burying her face against him. Yazoo bent his silver head to hers and held her tenderly as he made love to the most perfect woman he would ever know. ReiMei’s climax had not subsided and she rode the crashing waves of almost over stimulation that bordered on pain, though nothing near the searing that had mysteriously run through her already. What she felt with her sibling at this moment, this was happiness. This was purpose fulfilled. Purpose… The Bonding… She was free now of the driving compulsion that made her want this union so badly. Her tech had schooled her in the Ritual Hojo had developed. She didn’t understand it, but she made the connection between the geas and The Bonding.

Yazoo’s thrusts became more insistent, the fluttering of her prolonged orgasm, and the tightness of her womanhood guiding him rapidly toward his own release. At long last he could hold himself back no more. With a groan that sounded almost like a shout, his seed exploded deep into his little sister. They were silent for an extended time, as his throbbing and her waves slowly subsided. Their breathing became more even and the sweat dried on them, cooling them off.

He kissed her then, making sure she could feel the depths of his passion for her. ReiMei was able to make him understand that her response was honest, all her own, and not of the compulsion.

“I do not know this feeling.” Yazoo said, still clinging to ReiMei.

“We are Bonded.” His sister answered softly, relating her tech’s teachings. “As it was meant to be. First the Youngest, then the Middle, then the Eldest. Some would call what you feel love. I do. I feel it too.”

“You are not mine alone, are you?” Yazoo questioned sadly.

“Yes I am.” ReiMei returned. “I am yours. I am Loz’s. I am Kadaj’s. I belong to each of you and to all of you. That is the Way.

“You will always be my first, beloved Yazoo, and the sweetest, I think. Each of you will love me, yet for each, it will be different. That is the Way.”

Yazoo sighed, finally releasing his beautiful sister.

“Come, ReiMei,” he said, his tone tinged with slight sorrow. “Kadaj will wonder what’s kept us.”

“He will know.” ReiMei said confidently as she began to dress. “Hojo will have left extensive records in the comps. Kadaj has probably already found them and knows more about The Bonding than I do.”

Before they left the armory with the Assassin’s hand-cart, Yazoo took ReiMei into his arms once more.

“Will we ever be like this again?” He asked her.

“Yes, Yazoo.” ReiMei said with a gentle smile that captured his heart. “We are Bonded. Don’t be sad. You will have me to yourself, and you will have me with your brothers. You will find joy in all, and so will I. This is what I am meant to do. That is the Way” She repeated.

Pushing her cart of Assassin’s tools, ReiMei and Yazoo returned to the main comp room. Loz was gone and Kadaj did not question them. He had learned of the Assassin’s role in their little family. She had orders of her own to follow. Though she was hungry and wanted to bathe very badly, ReiMei fell to her comp and began to bring up news archives that she knew would be most interesting to her Eldest brother. It was her duty to please, and it was certainly not only sexually. Whatever her three brothers desired of her, she would do her best to grant.

After a few hours, she silently rose from her seat and padded over to where Kadaj sat brooding, his eyes holding a far away gaze.

“Kadaj.” She said as quietly as her footsteps. “If you go through these chips, you will find more of what you seek.”

“Thank you, ReiMei.” Kadaj said sincerely, touching her hand.

The crackling sound echoed in her head, the stab painfully reminding her that she still did not fully understand her role.

“Soon.” She said as she pulled away. It was not yet time for the Eldest.

Kadaj’s gaze slid off as his thoughts reviewed what he had just learned of the previous Soldier/Assassin groups. Not one Assassin had survived longer than six months. They had either been murdered by a brother in fits of jealousy, or had gone mad and suicided, unable to keep the delicate balance of pleasing three men. Those sisters who had survived the tragedies of murder or suicide had simply died. There was an inherent imperfection in their genetic make-up. ReiMei was Hojo’s last attempt, though his notes weren’t very hopeful that she would fare any better than her dead sisters.

Yazoo watched ReiMei depart with her collection of weapons, his expression a mixture of sorrow and happiness. Once she had left the room, Kadaj went over to where the youngest brother sat at his comp, laying a hand on his shoulder, trying not to thing about dying Assassins. The more he thought about it, the more he became upset. He didn’t like the way he felt right now.

Yazoo sighed and put his hand over Kadaj’s.

“I’m tired.” Yazoo said.

“Then go rest.” Kadaj returned in a tone that was kind and understanding despite the ire blossoming in him. “I still have work to do.”

Kadaj looked down at the info chips ReiMei had given him and then met Yazoo’s eyes. He smiled, stroking his youngest brother’s fine, long hair. Yazoo smiled back. The act seemed to soothe the turmoil in the Eldest’s mind.
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ReiMei made her way to the ShinRa Soldier’s living quarters. Once there, she chose a suite of rooms near to the ones her siblings had claimed. She put away the tools she had in her hand-cart, and then stripped away her sleeveless jumpsuit, putting the leather long vest back on. ReiMei then continued on to the kitchen area, finding the food that Kadaj and the other’s had bought the day before. She fixed her first meal, a small bowl of rice, washing it down with good sake. After her meal, she went gladly on to the baths.

ReiMei showered first, cleansing herself of the Oxyfluid that had dried on her body and in her hair. The hot, pelting water rid her of the residue, but what she really wanted now was to soak in the steaming bath. Naked and dripping, she moved to the deep pool of hot water, stepping down into the bath with a contented sigh. She lounged in the water, her head resting on the lip of the pool, and her eyes closed. Her mind tried to touch on the subject of the electricity she seemed to have built up within, but she heard someone enter the pool area at a run. Her dark green eyes snapped open at the sound.

Loz came running toward the pool, wearing nothing but a rakish grin. He leapt into the air, flipping twice before landing with a splash in the water. He playfully batted a spray at ReiMei, who joined him in the game. She was lured by Loz’s enthusiasm, and their shouts of laughter could be heard by Yazoo as he dozed in his room.
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It wasn’t too long before Kadaj sought Yazoo out, quietly entering his sibling’s room. He undressed and climbed into Yazoo’s bed, curling up against the man and holding him in a tight embrace.

“What’s wrong, Kadaj?” Yazoo asked softly, his slitted, cool jade eyes full of concern.

“Nothing.” Kadaj replied, lying to his youngest brother. He couldn’t tell Yazoo the truth. He wouldn’t plant the gnawing anger that even now was eating away at him. He just wanted to forget about it for a while. “I just wanted to be with you. That’s all.”

Yazoo responded to his oldest brother’s need with a soft kiss. He felt Kadaj’s erection grow, causing his own member to stir.

“Turn over on your knees.” Yazoo said to Kadaj.

The oldest of the triplets did as he was asked, finding Yazoo behind him. The youngest brother planted a kiss on the sensitive area between Kadaj’s anus and balls, and then began licking his brother, going low to draw each of his brother’s balls into his mouth, only to release them and move up to his tightly puckered hole. He pushed his tongue into it, then out again, diving back down to Kadaj’s sac once more.

Kadaj groaned when Yazoo took hold of his erection, grasping it tightly in his fist and pulling on it forcefully. His mouth found Kadaj's asshole and he began tonguing the entrance, slicking it up for what he wanted to do. He kept time with the hard caress on his older brother’s cock.

“Yes…” Kadaj hissed, rocking his hips in a rhythm matching Yazoo’s movements. He groaned as his youngest brother drew wave after wave of sensations from him, all of them perfect. All of them, sweet. Yazoo nipped at Kadaj’s ass, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He slipped his middle finger easily into Kadaj’s lubricated hole, going for that gland hidden inside that would bring Kadaj the most joy. Kadaj moaned again when Yazoo found it, almost collapsing, it felt so good.

Yazoo stretched his brother’s opening wider, preparing it for his manhood.

“Do it.” Kadaj commanded. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

Yazoo granted his brother’s wishes, slowly pumping his cock into Kadaj, claiming his last sibling’s virginity. Kadaj pushed back against Yazoo, driving himself hard on to him. His own erection was weeping with pre-cum, and throbbing in Yazoo’s hands as the youngest continued to slowly slide up and down his shaft. Together, they set a languid pace, Kadaj voicing his pleasure each time Yazoo hit that place inside of him. The sound made chill bumps rise on Yazoo’s fair skin, but he swallowed his own cries. He wanted to hear nothing but Kadaj.

“Faster.” Kadaj insisted. “Harder.”

He did not see Yazoo’s fond smile as he obeyed. He licked the Eldest’s spine, blowing on the wet trail, sending his brother closer toward his release. He was now slamming into the man, diving as deep as he could. A low moan announced Kadaj’s climax. The youngest brother squeezed him hard, feeling the organ pump out his seed. Yazoo caught the warm semen in the palm of his other hand so that his sheets would not be soiled. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked up the salty, creamy liquid.

The ring of muscles that held him tight contracted and Yazoo came too, unable to resist such a goad. Why did this feel different than when he was with his sister? Why did that new emotion hit him when it had not with his brothers? He felt loss then, he had missed something precious with his brothers that he had found with ReiMei. Why her? He was too tired to try and sort it out. Before he fell asleep right there on his knees, he slipped free from his brother and lay down beside him.

The only time that Yazoo would see his older sibling’s love for him would be when they shared a bed. At least ReiMei had taught him to recognize the feeling in others. Kadaj reached for him and drew him close.

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” Yazoo questioned him again.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Kadaj answered, grateful for his brother’s attention. He did feel better now. “Close your eyes.”

Yazoo didn’t need to be told twice, though he was bothered by Kadaj. He could sense that he might be lying. What was he hiding, and why was he hiding it? It wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep, those thoughts floating in his mind. He didn’t feel it when Kadaj left him hours later.