Spente le Stelle

Now! Because it has been pointed out to me a billion friggin times, yes, I know I made a mistake, I thought I fixed it before I posted, the original copy is fixed. This version isn’t. Cid is there, ignore it, in the fixed version it’s Cait…I think.

No, chaos is not summponed early, he’s just around inside dudes head. Simple. He won’t actually come ut til Lucrecia and after that they’ll fly somewhere or something and have crazy chain sex. fun ne? I need to have Cuddles get to me on this one part, like…insanely badly…but he’s being a bum.

This is part of a sequel too, and the Cloud/Aeris relationship WILL surprise you in the end. Trust me.

As for the endless amount of time between updates…I was in Maui, Hawaii, deal with it.


Aeris looked over at Tifa worriedly. This morning, Tifa had gone insane while they tried to wake her up. Barret seemed to be the only one who understood what was going on, and he was being very quiet as they traveled. It wasn’t until after Tifa locked herself in the rest stop bathroom, crying, that anyone even spoke. Aeris was incredibly glad she didn’t have mood swings that great during her period.

Tifa wasn’t just throwing things and crying either, she was being incredibly cruel. Aeris didn’t know if Cid was going to cry or punch the red-eyed woman and even Yuffie was walking as far away as possible, shoulders shaking. The only one not affected was Vincent, he hadn’t been attacked or screamed at or had something thrown at him. Everyone thought it was tremendously unfair.

“Put me down!”

Although, Vincent was getting the full brunt of her anger now, but he had been the one to tie her up and gag her. The gag had fallen out though and she was currently trying to bite him when she wasn’t screaming at him. He was incredibly tense as he walked, trying to ignore her. Cloud was watching the two of them, wondering who would crack first and Barret was almost laughing. Those two really were the ones who had the easiest time ignoring her.

“You dirty, red caped, little bastard, I swear to Hyne I’ll-“

Everyone jumped when Tifa yelped.

“You spanked me…”

Tifa blinked her eyes in confusion, along with everyone else. Vincent had just spanked her ass!

“If you do not cease I will be forced to do so again,” Vincent replied.

“Like hell you’ll spank me again I’ll-eep!” Tifa was amazed that he’d actually spanked her again. And she was starting to like it. She allowed herself a small smirk before biting his side, and just as she thought, she was punished again.

“Tifa, stop it,” he whispered as they waited for the gondola for the golden saucer.

“Eh, hey uh…Vincent,” Barret began. “I think I should tell you, Tifa gets a bit…unstable during her…time.”

“Unstable?” Yuffie shrieked as Vincent winced from Tifa’s teeth. “She threw a lamp at my head!”

“That’s not what I mean!” Barret started to squirm at this point in time. “Aw hell Spikey, you tell em!”

“Tifa likes to have sex,” The blonde blurted out. “It keeps her from killing things and she a lot more pleasant to be around.” He turned to Vincent with a smirk. “You have fun with that.”

~I do believe we will~ Chaos purred in delight. ~Vincent, you will gain a room and fuck this woman senseless, do you understand?~

‘we would be using her,’ Vincent argued. ‘What if she were to become pregnant? She would be in constant danger as would her child.’

~Ch! You baka, if she gains a child it would be yours too!~ Chaos laughed. Between the laughter of the demon in his head and Tifa’s squirming, Vincent somehow ended up inside a room in the ghost motel.

A gothic red and black room with a single large bed right against the window. With bloody red curtains and ebony furniture resting in front of the fireplace, it was quite romantic. And had Tifa not been grinding against him, he might have focused on it all a bit more. But right now, with Chaos’ lust piled atop his own and pushing to the front, along with Tifa’s willingness and obvious arousal, Vincent couldn’t have been distracted by hidegger dressing in drag and doing the hula.

Tifa was thrown onto the bed and groaning when Vincent turned away from her, golden claw and human hand fisted in frustration. Yeah well did he know how frustrated she was? She looked at where he stood beside the bed, it was just close enough for her to get ahold of him.

Vincent jumped when Tifa’s hands came into contact with his stomach. Her nails delecatly scraped along his abdomin, eliciting a hiss of breath. How the hell had her hands gotten free? Vincent jumped when one of the nimble appendages slipped below his waistline. Only with a great deal of strength was he able to stop her hands from going any lower.

“Tifa,” Vincent growled out. “Stop.”

“No,” She whimpered. “Vincent please, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t trust you.”

~Go for it, she begging you to fuck her! Her hands are down your damn pants!~ Chaos was tearing at the chains holding him down. ~If you don’t take her, I will.~

Vincent let go of Tifa’s hands. Chaos would not harm this woman, yet the man in the red cape feared that he might. Thoughts began to leave his head however as the vixen behind him pulled him backwards and onto the bed. He didn’t quite land on the bed however, his head ended up on Tifa’s lap and her eyes were staring down into his own. The look in her eyes was feral, lusty and untamed. As her lips moved to his neck, breath lingering on the flesh, he decided that he didn’t care.

He didn’t care that The room next door was housing their friends, and he most certainly didn’t care about the stupid blonde man intent on ignoring this goddess.

Vincent didn’t think twice about pulling her lips to his own then, his collar having already been undone by Tifa’s exploring hands.

She’d thought his lips might be cold, but they burned and were softer than silk, they drew her in and hypnotized her mind. His fingers grazed her cheek as he began to slowly deepen their kiss. He was so slow in his actions, but they effected her just as if not deeper than anything she’d had before. She heard the faint sound of buckles and only when she felt a second hand, did she realize his claw wasn’t his own.

His lips left hers then and she started, annoyed that he was pulling away from her. He wanted to laugh, but he just couldn’t, instead he gently pushed her back onto the bed and climbed over her, delivering kisses along her neck. Her sighs and gasps rang through his head like a fine symphony.

~Lets make her hit the high notes~

Vincent felt around for Tifa’s zipper, something he’d wanted to tug down all day. With a smooth motion, he left her in panties and a shirt. The offending piece of white cotton was the next thing to go of course, and he was only slightly surprised that she wore no bra. Judging by the size of her breasts however, he could only assume they weren’t made in her size.

Tifa moaned when a warm wetness enveloped her nipple and suckled upon it ravenously. As Vincent’s tongue swirled and twirled around her flesh her mind was in a haze of pleasure. Nails scraped along her other breast, drawing her other nipple to attention before he switched over to sample her flesh. The abandoned breast was not left alone however as his hand took up the post and pulled and tweaked upon her flesh.

Vincent began to move down her body, kissing and nipping his way down her flesh, giving extra attention to her navel and flat, toned stomach. Finally he reached the strap of her G string and pulled tightly.

Tifa didn’t have enough time to register the snap she heard, it was too closely follwed by a sharp stingon her hip. She looked down to see Vincent smirking up at her with an expression she’d never seen before. It was borderline evil, full of lust and mischief. And damn if she didn’t want it all.

“Vincent wha-ah!”

Tifa’s elbows collapsed from his sudden assault upon her sex. He was devouring her, there was no other way to put it. Flea bites assaulted her clit as hot breath tantalized her flesh. Her legs wrapped themselves around him as he began to swivel his tongue about inside her cavern. Every exhale was a cry as he changed his tactics and began thrusting deep within her core instead.

Vincent had to hold her hips down to keep her from thrusting against his face. He was going to make her come hard and long for him. Her entire being was shaking now as her finger threaded into his hair and became tiny fists pulling him closer.

“Vincent!”

Aeris jumped at the sound of Tifa’s voice coming through the walls. Cloud was asleep amazingly enough and Barret was mumbling about ‘never this loud’. Cid was laughing his butt off and the others were gone somewhere.

“Cloud,” She said, pushing him off the bed. “Can we leave?”

Cloud blinked a few times before grumbling and heading out with the Cetra.

Tifa opened her eyes, confused and tired. It took her a minute to figure out what was going on, to figure out that she had passed out after Vincent’s skillful minstrations. Just thinking about his head between her thighs made her wet again. She looked over on the bed to see if the dark man was still with her and found him missing.

Worried, she looked around the room to see him standing beside the fireplace, metal shoes removed and shirt untucked. The orange glow on his skin was eerie and inviting at once. But he looked so lonely and bored. He’d been the first to fully satisfy Tifa to the depths of unconsiousness, and that had just been with fellatio

“Tifa.” The woman jumped when he called to her.

“H-hai?”

“Come,” A simple command exited his lips. Yet the pull of his voice was inescapable.

She got off of the bed, still nude, and walked over to him. As she looked him over further, she noticed his shirt was open, as well as untucked. Still it wasn’t close enough for the man in front of her, for he pulled her closer still. Tifa shivered as he leaned down and ghosted his lips across her neck. But Tifa was tired of gentle touches and went to the zipper of his pants as she dropped to her knees.

Vincent grimaced when the brunette on her knees gasped in shock. He could feel her fingers gingerly tracing the scars on his stomach and around his thighs. He supposed he should be thankful Hojo hadn’t removed proof he was male. And that Tifa hadn’t screamed and run from the room.

He soon learned that Tifa was full of surprises and about as different as any female he could ever think of meeting. Vincent’s hand gripped the mantle as her mouth descended upon his flesh, slowly and teasingly. At first she was light and gentle, her mouth only going about half way and her hand making up for the rest, twisting and pulling as her tongue traced the veins along his shaft.

Uncosiously he threaded his hands into her hair, a fist forming and pulling her closer as she took him deeper. Vincent didn’t try stopping the groan that she elicited from him. As she let out little mewls and hummed against him, He could feel himself tighten in preperation for release. Even as he tried to pull her off so he could come outside her mouth, she devoured him further taking his entire length in her mouth and down the tight passage that was her throat.

Once last motion from her mouth and Vincent found himself shooting his load into her. A slight trickle escaped her mouth and made it’s way down her chin as a mixture of saliva and sperm created a bridge between his member and her lips.

Vincent pulled her roughly against his chest efore kissing her with a firey passion. She tasted of him, salty and thick, with her own essance coming through as well, sweet and delicate. Tounge’s pillaged and batteled each other as he pulled her legs around his hips.

Tifa began to push the shirt from Vincent’s shoulders as they kissed, grinding her sex against his exposed flesh. Vincent again began nipping and sucking along her neck before driving himself into her. Tifa’s breath caught in her chest at the sensation of fullness, Vincent was going to ruin other men for her.

Her back met the wall then as Vincent thrust deeper, causing her to cry out while gravity pulled her down and Vincent pushed her up. Her nails clawed at the wall, trying to find something to grip until she simply grabbed his shirt, nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric.

Vincent hissed as her nails dug into his flesh, undoubtedly drawing blood just as her body drew him in. Tifa was tight and her inner muscles squeezed him like a vice as he thrust inside her, she was unlike any he’d been with before and had he not known better, he would have sworn she was untouched. She was hot and slick and tight and everything he could have wanted.

Tifa was crying out in pleasure as Vincent tore away from her mouth and began nipping and biting along her collarbone and suckling upon her throat. She felt herself building up for climax and begged him for release. He thrust into her almost painfully then, winding her nerves to breaking point and biting down into the flesh of her neck as she came around him. Outside the haze of pleasure, she was aware of that bit of pain and aware of his essance entering her body.

She felt herself leaving the wall and carried somewhere, still connected to the brooding man as they walked. The silken sheets were felt against her body as he set her down, crawling over her gently. Very gently, he began to kiss his way up her arms, nipping lightly at her joints as he made his way up. How was this man not done? Even she was tired now, and it took a lot to make her exhausted.

She gasped then, as he began to suckle upon the flesh of her breasts, circling the flesh an avoiding her nipple before moving on to the other. It felt so sinfully good that Tifa was unable to do more than sigh as he mirrored his actions. After nipping at her fingertips, he moved up to her mouth and kissed her softly and…lovingly almost.

Vincent was more than happy that she was returning his kiss. There were only so many ways for him to tell her his feelings without directly telling her. Her hands came up to thread through his hair as his tongue wrestled her own and he pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. His entrance was slow and Tifa was urged to set the pace of their lovemaking.

It was slow from fatigue, but oh so delicious as his fingers rubbed against her clit for the nth time tonight before moving to a different oriface. Tifa jumped a bit as his fingertip pressed against her puckered hole.

“Relax,” Vincent whispered into her ear, attacking her neck again. Tifa did relax and as his finger wiggled into her rear she moaned aloud. It was unlike anything she felt before, and she could feel herself coming hareder and sooner with this new pressure. The darkness that overcame her wasn't sudden however, it was a slow haziness that washed over her as the man with the claret eyes continued to suckle upon her neck, leading her to peaceful and pleasant dreams.