Final Fantasy VII: Pervert Children

Furious eyes tinged with aquamarine. Whispers from the darkness of space. Images flashing, eyes narrowing. An angular face framed by silver hair. A malevolent intelligence from beyond the stars. A hand on a sword hilt. The clash of metal. Sparks. Her hometown, in flames. Steam from a reactor, an industrial hum. More whispers, growing in intensity. And then-

Denzel. Orgasm. Birth.

Tifa woke with a start. She had been dozing, laying flat on the bed that she and Cloud shared with the sheets rumpled around her shins. A naked young boy, Denzel, was clinging to her shapely side, his face laying on one of her large breasts, his eyes shut. The heat of his body was searing against her pale and perfect skin. She took a moment to regard him, lithe and smooth, and she could imagine how he'd been before she and Cloud had found him, picking through the remains of Sector 7 for whatever he could find to stay alive. The thought of that determination made him seem formidable beyond his tender years.

So cute, thought Tifa, looking at Denzel's button nose and long-lashed eyes as he snoozed away, his oversized boycock flopping lazily across one thigh to rest on the sheets. There was not a hair on it. Absent the geostigma bruising, Denzel's meat was smooth, blushing through with youthful pinkness near the tip, and a deepening, healthy tan toward the balls, which were as big as the rest of him. Exhaling, Tifa brushed her hair back against one ear and craned her neck slightly, sucking Denzel's tip with pursed lips, kissing and applying light suction to the glans. When she slipped the top of the head into her mouth, Denzel stirred with half-lidded eyes.

"Tifa...", he moaned, and his small hands caressed her hair. "I had a dream." She shushed him with two graceful fingers against his soft lips. Only after savoring the feeling of his cockhead in her mouth did she let it fall away with a fleshy popping sound and turn her eyes to her underage lover's face.

"I had a dream too," she said, and ran a hand over his heavy, half-hard cock. It was such an impressive piece of equipment, and there was so much more she wanted to do with it- so much she hadn't been able to do with Cloud. In her quest to protect the planet from Sephiroth, she'd pressed her body to the limit and beyond, driven to martial perfection by the attacks of powerful foes. In the bedroom though, her body was a rocket-powered airship that Cloud had never taken out of first gear. She'd never been challenged in that domain. Tifa considered this as she fondled Denzel's meat, feeling the warmth of his shaft pulsate against her wrist.

"You want to be like Cloud, huh?" she asked Denzel, her eyes meeting his. The boy nodded enthusiastically, and she marveled at how wide and beautiful his eyes were. In turn, Denzel fell into her deep brown ones and his heart skipped a beat.

"Yes!" he said. "I want to ride, I want to fight, I want to..."

The boy trailed off. "What?" prompted Tifa. She bit her bottom lip sinfully. Denzel's eyes dropped low with guilt. What came to his mind was a word he'd heard at the 7th Heaven bar but been instructed never to say. His downy cheeks were flushed red with nervousness. The fact that Tifa had said the word during their earlier tryst (and considerably worse) couldn't seem to loosen his tongue in this moment of relative calm. Tifa broke the silence, gripping the boy's thick cock purposefully and slowly jacking it as she spoke. "Let me get you hard again," she said, leaning in to burn his ear with her breath. "And then you can do things that even Cloud couldn't do."

Denzel's eyes grew wide at the possibilities, but his much older partner took action before he had a chance to do much else. Tifa licked her lips and rose to her knees, her hair cascading down to frame her huge breasts and swan-like neck, a pure vision of loveliness. Rolling him slightly onto his back, she hovered briefly before grabbing a pillow and moving to slide it under his naked, pliant young behind.

"Scoot up," she prompted. "Lift your legs." The boy hesitated, but Tifa wouldn't be put off. She doubled his legs back over his body so that they flailed on either side of his upturned head, giving her lewd and unrestricted access to his nether regions. His half-hard prick flopped nastily against his tight midsection and she leaned forward to look at him over his own upthrust hindquarters. In the silence that followed, Denzel could feel her breath bathe his balls, and the crack of his ass, in a sinful heat.

"I'm good at taking care of customers," she hissed, throwing him an irresistible wink that was foul in it's sexually charged intimations. Denzel's mind swam as the blood rushed to his head (and elsewhere). Tifa ran her tongue enticingly over him, just inches from asshole. "I'll give you lots of service."

Beginning to slowly jerk his thick meat with one hand, she moved her mouth forward and applied suction to the boy's heavy scrotum. Denzel moaned with childish ecstasy and Tifa's mind roiled suddenly with vicious thoughts that surprised her. "Make me forget about Cloud's worm dick," she moaned into Denzel's sack, unable to stop herself, not understanding why. "I want you to wear me out." Whether the boy's eyes flashed with alarm or ambition, she could not tell.

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Yazoo, Loj, and Kadaj split into three directions before reaching Edge- the unique tire tracks from their motorcyles confirmed that much. Left with the decision of which one to follow (and indeed, which set of tracks was which) Cloud stopped briefly to consider his options. He could call Tifa for help tracking one of the leads...but that would expose Denzel and Marlene to possible danger.

"That could play right into their hands," he muttered to himself, before flipping open his phone. Regardless of their intentions, it seemed certain that Rufus Shinra was involved somehow. He would follow that lead, and let Tifa know that the other two men were at large in the city. His thumb hit the "Call" button as he surveyed the horizon, dialing Tifa's personal phone again, as opposed to the landline for the Strife Delivery Service.

It was five or six rings before Tifa picked up her phone.

"Tifa?" he asked.

It seemed she huffed a little into the phone before answering. "Mmmph...yes, Cloud?"

"The three men have split up, but they're all headed into the city. Stay ready for a fight. I'm going to keep going to see Rufus Shinra. If they're after Jenova, they'll want to see him. I don't know where the two others are going."

There was silence on the other end of the line...or what seemed like silence. Cloud thought he heard licking or smacking sounds...or was that just static? "Anyway, I know you probably want to help out, but you should stay put. Don't expose Denzel or Marlene to danger."

More silence. Cloud furrowed his brow. He heard noises, but nothing clear. Had the call dropped? "Tifa?" he asked again.

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Tifa had dropped the phone to the bed, where Cloud's voice was droning on in a tinny, distorted buzz that was barely audible. She had one hand jacking Denzel's huge underage cock, the other hand steadying a fistful of his soft assflesh, and her tongue rimming and sucking the boy's pink, twitching shitpipe like her life depended on it. Denzel moaned and drew ragged breaths as his cock solidified into an iron bar of hardness against his slender midsection.

"Fuck, you're rock hard..." hissed Tifa, sounding predatory and desperate. "I want you to stir me up with this thing."

She heard Cloud say her name through the tinny phone speaker, and picked it up from the bedspread, holding it to her ear. Denzel's asshole, and the phone, were equidistant from her perfect mouth.

"Cloud, when are you going to be home?" she asked, matter-of-factly.

"Home?" replied Cloud. "Did you hear what I was saying about-"

"Yes," Tifa cut him off. "I'm just...looking forward to kissing you hello."

Holding the phone inches from her face, she plowed her tongue deep into Denzel's butthole, licking out his wet, young ass, tasting musk and bitterness and prepubescent sex, coating his sphincter in her gooey saliva, making out with his twitching ring of muscle like it was her new boyfriend. The boy could only groan and twitch, a pearl of pre-cum exploding from his pisshole into a small rivulet as his arousal grew.

After seven or eight second of nasty rimming, Tifa drew back. Her beautiful face was flushed. Saliva was gleaming all around her mouth, and a bridge of spit connected her lips with Denzel's gleaming turd-cutter. Her chest and breasts heaved with aroused inhalations.

Cloud seemed taken aback. "Well...uh...I'm sorta investigating...you know." He paused. "Are you ok? I'm hearing some weird noises."

Indigo eyes. A village consumed in flames. A terror from the blackness of space. Memories written in genetic code. Cells multiplying.

Tifa barred her teeth and took on a fierce expression. Rage burst out from nowhere, and her voice exploded into the phone. "YES I'm ok, now that I get to lick out Denzel's ass instead of ever kissing you again, you jerkoff!"

The diatribe lasted only three seconds or so. Denzel gasped in horror, his eyes wide. Tifa clapped her hands to her mouth and dropped the phone. As quickly as the rage had taken her, it seemed to be gone. She looked down at the cellular display.

One word was flashing in red.

MUTE

She had hit it with her thumb just in time. Cloud hadn't heard a word. Somehow, she gathered herself and un-muted the phone. "I'm fine," she said, trying to sound calm. "We're...washing up. I'm just...helping Denzel get clean."

Cloud's reply was delayed, but he seemed satisfied. "Ok," he said at last. "Take care of him. I'll call again."

"I will."

Tifa let the phone fall again. Denzel's eyes were big are saucers, and the shapely bartender felt a trickle of liquid emerge from the corner of her eye, rolling slowly down one cheek. She put a hand to her face, touched the wetness, and drew it away. It was oily, black.

Geostigma.

Tifa rubbed the wetness between her thumb and forefinger, considering what it meant. Denzel's frantic sucking had brought relief to her breasts...but apparently she was anything but cured.

On the other hand, Denzel's bruises are gone and his cock is bigger than ever, she thought, gripping the boy's straining underage penis.

"Tifa?" Denzel began, his eyes wide. It seemed any number of questions might come, either about her symptoms or her verbal undressing of Cloud. She let his hindquarters come to rest on the bed, and shushed him gently. Laying back on the mattress herself, with her head hanging over the foot of the bed, she beckoned him off the edge to stand next to her. Her hair, long and luxurious black, collected on the floor. It was with adventurous lust that Tifa then extended a hand to draw Denzel near enough for his bobbing cock helmet to come within kissing distance of her upturned mouth.

"I'll give you my extra special blowjob service," she said, alluding to a technique often joked about by 7th Heaven patrons but one she'd never had to perform. Cloud's penis, short and lacking girth as it was, had been no challenge at all. There's been no need to develop her skills. Denzel, on the other hand...

"Push it in," she moaned, opening her mouth wide and pushing her tits together in a lewd and wanton display. "You're so much bigger than Cloud. I want to feel it!"

Denzel moved forward, and the cockhead that was poised at her mouth, foreskin already drawn down to reveal youthful pinkness and moisture, popped past her lips, which stretched to accommodate the boy's girth. Tifa felt her jaw creak slightly. Even with just the head in, it was like holding a tennis ball in her mouth- more difficult that sucking on Cloud's entire four-inch penis.

"Nnngh!" she exhaled, blowing hot air against his shaft with her cute nose. Upside down, she could see the underside of the boy's grotesque fuckmeat, so indecently huge for his age, the urethra bulging out, a fat pipe of flesh attached to equally-oversized balls that were drawn tight to smooth and enticing thighs. She reached her arms out and gripped Denzel's buttocks, dragging the boy forward, encouraging him to stuff more of his length into her straining mouth.

There was a slick and sinful sliding sensation as three more inches of arm-thick meat were forced past her lips, leaving the boy's prick helmet jammed against the back of her mouth, leaking searing pre-cum down her throat. Tifa's eyes went wide at her entire face being filled with boy-dick. It made Cloud's cock feel like a toothpick by comparison. The heat, the pressure, the girth...

Oh my god, I'm going to die!

One hand pulled Denzel closer still, while another fell to her lewdly splayed crotch and began fingering her engorged pussy, the lips swollen with lust at her sordid predicament, getting face-railed by her adoptive son's massive dick and loving every second of it. For his part, Denzel seemed just as enthusiastic. As she beckoned him he leaned in to grip her face and insert more of himself, his young hands pressed on her cheeks and temples with eagerness.

"Glllch!" It was a wet choking sound that accompanied the point of no return when his cockhead began to slide down her throat, taking three more inches of length behind it, meaning more than half of Denzel's unseemly pole was lodged in her formerly-immaculate face. Tifa could only choke and heave around the power of the cock that was exploring her. A lewd bulge hitched upward and expanded all the way down within her neck to the base, marking passage of the crown that was pissing pre-cum down her gullet. Denzel was now close enough to lean forward and grope her tits roughly, and did so as she fondled his ass. His small hands handled her, mashing her heavy orbs together and grinding the nipples against each other, coaxing from spurts of milk with each application of pressure. Tifa's fingers tore into her pussy three deep and frigged like a rutting animal as her nipples exploded with pleasure and she finally got to experience of the intensity of being taken to her throat's sexual limit.

It's too much!

Her body hitched and gagged, coughing pathetically and choking. Spit and white phlegm sloshed from between her lips and splattered to the floor. Denzel withdrew his cock partially from her throat, allowing her a breath, but it was too late. Tifa turned her swan-like neck the side and vomited pathetically, letting out a wet stream of spit, throat-slime, cum, and the off-white, pasty remains of her long-forgotten lunch. The barmaid brunette's mind whirled as her body tingled, orgasmed and rebelled at once. She thought through her own gasping, servile breaths.

He's just a kid... but he's such a stud... wearing my throat out with his big cock... making me puke like a dumb bitch from North Corel...

"I'm sorry, I made you get sick..." Denzel began.

"Don't," she replied immediately, her throat and dainty nostrils still partially clogged with spit and sperm. She coughed up more goo and let it drool from the side of her mouth with obedient and cock-dazzled eyes. "I wanted you to do it."

I can do better. I was out of practice with only Cloud's Cactaur-needle dick to suck on.

Her eyes narrowed and met his, becoming fierce. "I want you to do it again. I want to feel the whole thing down my throat!"

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There was no sign of any of the silver-haired men when Cloud reached the Shinra offices in Edge. He did, however, run into Reno and Rude, who were standing outside, smartly dressed and clueless as ever.

"Are you two guarding the door?" he asked, wanting to know if they would barre his way. =13px"Have you seen a silver-haired man here today?" 

Reno just laughed and shrugged. "None of your business," he replied, happy to take any chance he could to screw with Cloud. Reno's problem with Cloud, after the fall of Shinra, had morphed into nothing more complicated than simple jealousy. What the hot chick from the 7th Heaven bar saw in that spikey-haired loser, he had no idea. Wasn't it enough that the last Ancient had fallen for him as well?

"I have to talk to your boss."

"He's busy!" roared Reno, brandishing an electified rod in a threatening manner. Rude stepped into a fighting stance. Cloud began to calmly walk up the stairs. As Reno and Rude rushed him at once, their legs tangled and they tumbled past Cloud and out onto the sidewalk, allowing their adversary to step calmly into the building and shut the door behind him.

"Shit!" yelled Reno, kicking Rude out of frustration.

He did, however, see something out of the corner of his eye - a silver-haired man at the mouth of a nearby alley, walking alongside a truck filled with what appeared to be young geostigma sufferers. What the hell were they doing?

Meanwhile, inside the building, Cloud had pulled out his phone as he waited for the elevator to arrive. He dialed Tifa to give her an update on the situation. The phone was answered after a couple of rings...but all he heard from the other end was heavy breathing, slapping, and weird glottal noises. He narrowed his brow comically.

"Tifa?"

There was a SCHLORP! sound from the other end of the phone. Tifa's voice came on the line this time, but she was completely out of breath and sounding exhausted. Cloud became alarmed.

"Tifa! Are you ok?"

"Ugh...yes...I'm...fine. Just...training!"

Cloud raised an eyebrow as he watched the elevator floor numbers descend. 51, 50, 49. "Training? You're ...sparring? Now?"

"Yes!" came the breathy reply. "I want to be ready in case...the men come. I really want to...push myself to the limit. Every...inch...I can get!"

Cloud was silent for a second. Finally, something occurred to him. "Wait...who are you sparring WITH?"

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Back in the 7th Heaven bedroom, Tifa's face was a mess of spit and cum. Here eye makeup was running and her tits were slick with sweat and her own drool. She held the phone to her ear while Denzel pressed his leaking cockhead into the pliant flesh of one of her huge tit, depressing it and forcing milk to leak out.

"Denzel is...helping me," she gasped to Cloud, before dropping the phone to the bed. She pulled the boy back to her and he gripped her breasts as he shoved his entire 13-inch length down her throat, burying himself to the balls in her face. He fucked her brutally with every ounce of strength is tiny body could muster, stirring up her throat, making her neck bulge, choking her with his heavy cock, while molesting and sucking the milk from her chest. Denzel's tight, underage ass flexed with every stroke, withdrawing 2/3rds of his pipe each time and driving it as deep as he could into his wanton matron's mouth.

"Tifa? Are you...hello?" came the voice from the phone, sounding tinny and distant. They both ignored it while she took every inch of Denzel's cock and inhaled the scent of his balls at the terminus of the deepest stroke. He pulled her big breasts upward and sucked both nipples into his young mouth, drawing twin streams of milk from them. Tifa's eyes rolled back into her head as she orgasmed shamefully, making a humiliating cross-eyed orgasm face under Denzel's sack. She felt the length of dick in her throat spasm and twitch as Denzel had his own orgasm. Barely audible "SPLUT!" sounds repeated again and again, as he filled her belly with more than a pint of nasty, thick cum, causing it subtly swell. His cock erupted for nearly a half minute.

Oh god, it's a huge fucking load, Tifa thought in some distant corner of her mind. If he came in my pussy, he'd get me pregnant in a second. My womb would be swimming in sperm!

Denzel collapsed on top of her face, cock still down her throat leaning over her. Tifa's eyes were vacant. Cloud's voice could still be heard on the phone speaker. "Sounds like you're working pretty hard over there! But since it's Denzel it's not full contact of course. ...Hello? Tifa?"

It was thirty seconds before she answered, Denzel's cock having withdrawn from her throat with a wet SCHLORP!, taking a throatful of slime, drool and wad with it. "I think it dropped the call," Cloud was saying. Tifa broke in, sounding exhausted and out of breath once again.

"No...I'm here. I think I might have broken my nose. Denzel was working my face really hard." She coughed out a mouthful of cum.

"Your nose? You're sparring full-contact with Denzel? But-"

Tifa interrupted him again, her voice growing more collected as she caught her breath. "Cloud? If we had a child...you'd take responsibility, right?"

There was a pause. Finally, Cloud responded in a way appropriate to his heroic nature. "Uh...what? Of course I would! Why ask that now?"

"Good," said Tifa, shortly, and then hung up the phone. She crawled forward on the bed, turned over, and spread her legs.

Indigo eyes in the darkness. A terror from the blackness of space. Contempt for all. A conjunction of dark energies. A...

She pulled her own legs apart with her hands, drawing her knees up to her shoulders, giving Denzel a full view of her pussy, at the delta between those legs that seemed to go on forever.

"You heard Cloud," she said simply. "I want your baby, Denzel. I want you to cum in my pussy. Knock me up and I promise you won't have to do a damn thing later." She moved one hand down and spread the lips of her wet gash open, tempting the underage boy to action. Denzel's eyes became big as saucers. As for Tifa's eyes, if Denzel noticed the slight Mako glow in them, he didn't say a word.