Righting the Wrongs

Heya All!!

To everyone who’s asked for this by both feedback and email, I’m truly sorry it’s taken forever, but just to make it up to you I’ve gone all out and penned some hot erotica for your eyes to feast on. I’m not happy with my smut in this part, but never mind.

Enjoy!

S xxx

P.S. Criticism is welcome.

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He was kissing her.

His warm and moist tongue slid past her pout to faintly taste mints on her breath. His mouth was harder and firmer than hers, took control and slanted down to cover her lips fully. A moan escaped her throat and Sephiroth hungrily ate it up. Strong hands around her waist startled Tifa, but deft finger curling tight around her body instantly calmed her.

Blunt teeth nibbled on her lower and fuller lip, the pliant pout was dragged through a soft bite that turned sharp. His lips flickered at the surprise lilting her little yelp. She was close enough for him to feel pert peaks hidden under her top, and he knowingly smiled.

“Yes. I will have you beg for me.”

With these words, the general pulled back from her and stood, hypnotic green orbs taking in every bit of arousal detailed on her. Right from her flushing cheeks and swollen lips, to her breasts tipped with hard pebbles. He knew if he touched between those supple thighs, she’d be hot and wet, and wanting.

Tifa brought slender fingers up to her mouth and traced the fullness, feeling the heat from him as it seeped into her skin. Crimson eyes were wide, almost swallowing her face, as they met pools of emerald, her throat parched enough to stop words before they were said.

Sephiroth circled her, as a shark would its prey, his footfalls measured and even, his muscles rippled with controlled and hidden power. She watched the way he moved, saw the grace and prowess with every languid step he took. His nostrils flared and eyes glittered, Tifa glanced down and saw the solid ridge of his erection between muscled thighs.

Instantly, her face burned red and her body trembled as visions of him hard and naked passed through her mind. She blinked once, twice, and he had bent low, a firm hand grasped the fallen Masamune, he turned on her and she froze.

Sephiroth walked towards her, the sword held out and she stared as it came closer and closer. His lips never flickered but his gaze seemed to smirk. Jade irises swirled, luring her further and further into his world. Jolting Tifa out of her trance, the cruel tip of the lethal Masamune pressed against her torso, mirroring the exact position of all those years ago.

His gaze never left her face as it slipped down to stroke her stomach and made her flinch unconsciously, yet she didn’t move away. Sephiroth eased the blade under her top, kissing the scar from bottom to top, and not once did he express remorse. A quick flick of his wrist and Masamune’s cold blade slivered over her skin.

Helpless to stop it, Tifa gasped as fear gripped her heart and caused it to race. When the sword moved, she was sure he was going to cut just as he once did. She forced her eyes to remain open and focused on the General’s face, but saw nothing of regret.

The only thing on he expressed was concentration so intense; he didn’t seem to register anything else.

Again, the blade shifted with a fluidic motion and her top floated silently to the cavern floor, where it pooled around her feet in a sheet of white. Tifa sucked in a shaky breath as she automatically raised her arms to cover her exposed breasts, and only then did his expression change.

“Never hide from me, Tifa.” A firm hand snapped out to take a slender wrist and Sephiroth got no resistance from her as he lowered one arm, then the other. His gaze roamed her chest, appreciating the lusciousness of curves that spelled woman. A trim waist flared out into softly shaped hips and slender thighs, her legs were long and shapely. Each muscle toned from years of martial arts.

Her breasts were high and full and pert; sun kissed skin set off by rose pink tips that lured him into closing the distance between them. Masamune met the ground, the sound of metal on stone echoed through the cave, startling Tifa into jumping. He chuckled, amused by her distrust.

“You do not speak, yet you beg.” Sephiroth cupped a breast and a rough thumb brushed across a nipple. He watched it pucker under the sensation. A finger twirled around the bud and her thighs rubbed together, trying to ease the sudden ache amid them. “Look at you, blushing and wanton. A bride on her wedding night. Beautiful.”

The way he said it made her feel it, the way he touched made her believe it.

He looked on in fascination as she closed her eyes and emitted a tiny moan; her body shuddered when he took hold of both breasts. Hands pushed them together and both thumbs pressed down, a pulse of heat went straight to her core and hips jolted in response.

He wanted to slide his cock between the plush breasts, wanted to feel the heat surround him as he moved, bringing himself to orgasm and having her finish him off with her mouth. However, Sephiroth wanted other things from her first. He wanted to see how she tasted, wanted to test her limits, and wanted to hear his name in a scream.

In time. All in good time.

He inhaled deeply; her arousal was so thick, it filled the air. He could taste her on his tongue and he committed Tifa Lockheart to memory. From the way her hair hung down her slender spine, to the way she looked at him with that pretty red gaze… Everything about her was devoured by his chilling green eyes.

Sephiroth leaned close enough to feel her hot breath across his lips, tempting him into brushing a teasing kiss on her full pout.

Tifa responded and lifted her lower lip in a tentative kiss. The contact spread strange warmth through her veins and she melted into him. Her eyes fluttered shut as the pressure of his mouth increased and caused her pout to swell in reaction. At the first touch of tongue, she inhaled sharply and a light moan escaped.

Sephiroth closed his arms around her waist and moved his hands low enough to squeeze her ass. Thick fingers kneaded the firm muscle and he pulled her close, nestling his body in the cradle of her thighs. He was rock hard against her, his erection pushed up and circled against her hot pussy, allowing her to feel what she was doing to him.

Hot sex trickled down her thighs, reminding Tifa she hadn’t replaced her panties and she blushed when he knowingly looked at her. Her skirt rode high on her hips and the rough rasp from his clothing on her bare clit had her hissing.

“Are you going to let me remove this, or do I tear it off?” Deft fingers slipped past the waistband of her skirt and tugged lightly.

Tifa blinked back the fog that shrouded her common sense and her mouth opened, but no words came out. All she could think of was her breasts were touching his chest and pert nipples grazing his top, sending small shocks of pleasure straight to her clit and making it throb.

“Answer me.” Sephiroth still got nothing and made to do as he threatened, but a small hand around his wrist stopped him.

“I’ll let you.” She used his shoulders to steady herself as he inched her garment over the flare of her hips. Tifa shuddered when blunt fingertips kissed her skin and inched her legs apart, allowing him to leave her completely naked. He followed the path of suntanned skin until he was on his knees

From his position, Sephiroth could see everything. Dark curls covered her mound and left her honeyed folds open to his gaze. Her clit was pearl hard and visible, making his mouth water and tongue ache to taste. She was swollen with need and pussy burned an intimate red.

He licked his lips, almost feeling her sweetness coating his mouth and soaking his shaft. He was certainly going to have fun with her.

“I’m sure there have been boys who have fumbled with their hands and fingers.” He murmured, unable to look away from the pink folds shining with arousal. “But has anyone done this…” Eager digits parted those softened petals and his tongue licked a trail of fire up her slit.

Sephiroth pulled back and lapped up the juice wetting his lips. She was luscious and glistening, and he wanted more.

Tifa’s head rolled back and her lungs felt like bursting as a silent cry left her throat. Seconds past, or maybe minutes, before she looked at him through glazed irises, “No-one’s ever… Not like that. Please? Touch me with your tongue again.”

Gladly, lover .

He pushed his face right up into her and dipped his tongue out, sliding up and down, over and around, until he pressed down against her entrance. Sephiroth felt her body open and he slid inside, the initial resistance tight and hot as velvet walls clenched tight around his tongue. A burst of hot liquid spilled from her core and she felt him teasingly lap it up, pausing to draw small circles around her clit. He felt her legs shake then give way; his quick reflexes easily caught her before she hit the ground.

He rolled her onto her back, using his arms to keep her legs wide open, never once losing contact with her. The tip of his tongue parted the slick folds to tickle the sensitive inner lips, and the reaction was instant. Tifa arched high, a long and drawn out moan poured from her parched throat as she felt his touch curl up and skim the responsive spot below her pearl.

Sephiroth grabbed her hips and held her, making her ride his face so he didn’t lose a drop of climatic juice as it coated his lips and tongue. Ignoring her protesting cry and pleading expression, he pulled away and freed both hands, allowing her to move. His thumbs were rough and calloused through years of work, and when he rubbed her pussy; her entire body seemed to melt.

He glanced up too see her face flushed with a pretty pink and nimble digits tugging on her nipples, her hair was damp and fanned around her shoulders, mouth was parted slightly and heavy breaths snatched in. “Beautiful, just beautiful.”

Experimentally, Sephiroth traced the shape of her with a fingertip, pasting the honey all over her, and watching how she shone with need. Tifa cooed when she felt him penetrate knuckle deep and slowly stroke her. The physical evidence of innocence wasn’t there, but there were other signs that assured him she had been untouched.

He could see just how tight she was around his finger, could see how wet and wanting she was. Those soft and dewy muscles clenched firmly, making it harder and harder for him to move. “Cum for me, lover.” Leaning close enough to fasten his lips around the pulsing clit, he sucked and nibbled, his thick finger sped up until he began to a place inside that had her keening with orgasm.

His tongue flicked rapidly over and under her clit, while his penetrating digit pierced her core over and over. Tifa bucked and moaned when the pleasure got too intense; her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled him tighter to her, not giving him a chance to stop.

Between his legs, his cock was hard and aching, wanting to be where his fingers were. Wanted to feel her soft cunt opening up and taking him in, wanted her to feel just what her little playtime had done to him. Make her pay, tease her, give a little and give nothing. Let her know just who she was begging to fuck.

She was so wet, he slipped out of her without needing to pull and raised to his knees, green eyes stared down at the girl he’d just brought to climax. Cherry red orbs were drugged and dazed, her chest rose and fell with each panted breath, and legs were limp at either side of him.

“Now you are ready for me.”

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Sephiroth stood, and under her enchanting gaze, removed his top in a single swift motion, his pants soon followed, leaving him fully naked and under her scrutiny.

Tifa slowly sat up and felt the vestiges of pleasure fade into an erotic memory; allowing her to clear her head and focus on the general towering over her. He was lean, not as muscular as he once had been, but no less strikingly formed. Solid ridges etched out each and every contoured muscle, his chest and shoulders were broad, while his legs were long and powerful.

She reached out with shaking hands too untie and remove her boots, never once taking her eyes off the man in front of her.

His erection was thick and hard, the rounded tip glistened with precum and left a trace of arousal on his stomach, tempting her into wanting to lick it off. Setting off the pallor of his skin were dark curls adorning the base of his shaft. Sephiroth smirked wickedly as he watched the myriad of emotions flash through her eyes, and reached down to take hold of his cock.

Tifa swallowed the forming lump in her throat; his trim hips moved forward and pushed his dick hard into his hand, a low groan left his mouth and fingers swept down to squeeze tightening balls. “Do you want me, Tifa?”

She nodded once, twice, laying back invitingly and observing as his dropped to his knees. His figure blocked out the firelight as he crawled with feline grace, stealing kisses from her legs as he moved up her body, his excitement scraped softly against her skin. Tifa couldn’t help tensing when she felt him slip-slide over her pussy and she exhaled an uneven breath, forcing her legs not to close until he lifted them around his waist.

“Good girl, wrap those legs around me.”

Silver hair fell and kissed her face with a feather light touch, while his mouth once again hovered over hers, his lips were full of sin as they furled into a predatory smile. Sephiroth’s hand cupped his shaft, the broad head circled her clit, he did it in a way that made Tifa squirm and twist her hips in a desperate attempt to get more.

The liquid soaking her was hot enough to make him hiss as his cock smoothed down those luscious folds. He stopped when he felt her opening, easing past the tight muscles and groaning deeply when he became engulfed by soft satin walls.

He looked at her and saw a flash of pain cross her face; it scrunched her forehead into tiny lines and had her breath coming in rapid pants. “Sephiroth.” Tifa moaned, an ache spread through both hips and into her stomach, she raised her ass off the ground to gain some respite. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him and it hurt, but it was nowhere as bad as what she’d heard from other girls.

Inside, he felt steel hard and velvet soft, the hot scrape of his shaft decreased in pain and enhanced in pleasure. Her walls grasping so tight, she could feel every pulse and ripple that caused him to groan. He pushed a little deeper then withdrew, his eyes greedily absorbing the sight of her as she lay caged by his body.

Her hands grasped his shoulders for purchase and nails dug into his skin, marring the flawless expanse with red welts. Sephiroth kept it shallow at first; his hips lazily moved back and forth, generously letting her get used to him and his fingers toyed with the ends of her hair as he sipped tiny kisses from her dry mouth.

A large hand worked beneath her ass and gripped the base of her spine, he angled her higher and pushed forward, driving his cock in too the hilt. His mouth immediately covered hers and he swallowed the scream. Tifa tensed and the vibrations shuddered around his shaft, Sephiroth groaned along with her as he set the pace.

Her body's resistances become non-existent; he uncurled his fist from around her back and covered the mound, marveling at how his entire hand blanketed her. Tifa's breath hitched in the throat when she felt his fingers rasp against her and made her melt from the inside out. Her core throbbed with anticipation as a fresh wave of liquid rushed through her; she knew he could feel the essence coat his hand and shaft.

After going so long without a woman, Sephiroth battled against the loss of self control as she began to respond. Flexing her pelvis up to meet his and muffling her praise with his lips; her toned legs were locked at the ankles and strong muscles pulled him harder into her, making the tip of him hit off a place that made her cry out.

Heavy breathing, skin rasping against skin, quiet moans were the only sounds heard as he tainted innocence with sin and sex. He left her pliant lips and trailed moist kisses down her neck, over her décolleté, and further until he trapped a pebble hard nipple between blunt teeth. Sephiroth flicked his tongue around the peak and bit softly, sending a shockwave of heat straight to her sex.

Tifa cried out and bucked up, matching the rhythm he set and enjoying every second of it. His body was harder now; all his muscles taut and shoulders rigid, the force behind each burning penetration held a wicked sexuality that drove her wild. He grunted with desperate effort and fought the onslaught of heightened hunger.

His name now no more than a chanted mantra on her tongue as she openly begged for what she wanted, what she needed. “Please, oh God, please Sephiroth.”

“Please what?” He growled; the physical strain he was under evident in his low voice. The closer she got, the hotter the squeeze became around his cock. Liquid sex his balls and upper thighs, while his shaft ground hard against her clit.

Her voice cracked, “Make me cum…” Tifa rocked up and down, the bouncing of her hips sent him deep and deeper still, until he opened up a space inside that pushed a silent scream from her mouth. One hand grabbed the nape of his neck and the other held his ass, fingernails scored his damp skin and the sensual sting had him reacting.

Sephiroth left bruises on her body as he gave it to her good. Orgasm pulsed through her and intimate muscles throbbed in response. Inside her, he felt himself swell and harden that little more, and balls were tight at the base of his shaft. He used brute strength to pin her down and held still, intensifying the pressure on the place within.

Tifa opened her gaze to stare at him through glazed orbs and watched his face as his back bent like a bow. He stiffened and ceased to breathe for a moment, then groaned deeply at the same time she felt hot liquid fill her up. Her mouth formed a perfect “Oh,” when she realized what it meant. She just silently observed as he expressed ecstasy in every physical manner.

Had she done that too him?

Sephiroth shuddered and hips jerked as his climax gradually decreased to leave him replete and sated for now. Green eyes drifted down in time to the beginnings of a smile on her flushed face.

“Not to be indelicate,” her tone was throaty and husky as she spoke. “But… I’m lying in a wet spot.” As she said this, Tifa felt her face flame, but ignored the embarrassment. After all, there was no point in being shy now.

The general’s body shook with laughter as he eased onto his side, taking her with him. He could feel her heart hammering inside her chest and placed a hand to her chest. “I should have gone straight to your father as soon as I saw you.” The second he mentioned that, Sephiroth regretted it, and he tried to take it back.

Tifa looked away, memories of her father evident in her crimson gaze, but a finger to his lips stopped him from speaking. “Not now, Seph…”

“Sephiroth.” When he corrected her this time, there was no chuckles of laughter or eyebrows raised in amusement. There was only a silence which neither liked.

“Not now. Not after we just made love.” Had they made love, or was it just sex? A one night thing she would come to regret. No matter, Tifa didn’t think she’d ever regret it.

No more was said as they both wondered what he would decide when first light arrived.