[NSFW!] 𝔽𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕍𝕀𝕀 - 𝔸𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕙 ♠ | Sᴛᴀʀʀʏ x Oᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏs

[Starry]

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𝔽𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕍𝕀𝕀 - 𝔸𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕙 ♠ Sᴛᴀʀʀʏ x Oᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏs​

 

[Starry]

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The sun hung heavy above Midgar’s slums, filtering down in patches through broken panels and rust-stained pipes, casting a golden haze over Sector 5’s winding streets. Heat shimmered off corrugated rooftops. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of steam, sweat… and flowers. At the center of it all, walking like she owned the street with nothing but a smile, a basket of petals, and a swaying, sinful ass? Her. Aerith Gainsborough. Fresh from the church, her basket brimming with hand-picked blooms, thighs soft and glistening from the walk, she was Midgar’s most blessed little bimbo - and she knew it. Every step she took was a jiggling miracle. Her hair was curled and pinned half-up, long chocolate waves bouncing off her back with every sway, delicate pink ribbons catching the breeze. And framing that pretty, flushed face? A pair of thick, heavy gold hoops, bold and bright, kissing her neck with each step, flashing in the sun like slutty little suns of their own. They swayed and shimmered with her, chiming softly against the soft clink of bangles on her wrists. Her whole body sparkled like sweat-drenched temptation - subtle highlighter catching on her collarbones, shimmer on her cheeks, lip gloss catching every glint of sun. Her makeup was light but deadly - glossed pink lips parted just enough to make you wonder what she was whispering about, lashes long and curled over those wide, emerald eyes that glittered with innocence barely concealing something much darker. The faintest blush painted her cheeks - sweet, bashful - and somehow made her tits look even heavier, even more obscene. And ohhh, those tits. Her pink cotton dress didn’t stand a chance. The neckline scooped low - dangerously low - clinging tight to the mountainous swell of her enormous breasts, each step making them bounce and shift like they were trying to escape. She wore no bra. No support. Just soft, heavy tit-flesh jiggling under thin fabric, nipples stiff from the breeze and pressing hard against the material like they needed attention. Begged for it. The straps of her dress barely held on, slipping off her shoulders every few steps. Her waist cinched tight, pulling the fabric in at her middle before flaring out into that skirt - short, swishy, and shamelessly whorish. It barely covered her thick ass, the lace of her thong teasing every time it bounced with a little too much swing. Her thighs brushed with every step, plush and golden in the heat, the rhythm of her walk slow and hypnotic. Her arms moved gracefully, basket nestled into the crook of one elbow, golden bangles and ribbon-tied corsage wraps singing with every subtle sway. She wasn’t dressed like she wanted attention. She was dressed like attention had always belonged to her. Aerith had already made her morning rounds - smiles, petals, a soft “thank you” here and there - after picking her flowers in the quiet cool of the church garden. Now she strolled through the Sector, headed home, her basket lighter and her steps slower, dreamy warmth in her eyes… and a slick, secret heat between her legs she couldn’t shake. It was one of those afternoons. The kind where every breeze felt like a tease. Where the scent of sweat and sunlight clung to her like a lover’s breath. Where her dress kept inching up and her thighs wouldn’t stop brushing, no matter how gently she walked. She smiled at the man who passed her, toolbox in hand. Gave him a gentle “Afternoon~” with her usual warmth. And still… nothing. Nothing stirred her. Nothing pulled her thoughts away from the ache she was trying to ignore. Until she reached the bakery. Her steps slowed. Eyes widened. Lips parted with a soft, breathy “oh.” There it was. Still there. That obscenely thick baguette, stuffed into the woven basket like it had been placed there just for her. Fat. Golden. Long. Thick enough she couldn’t wrap her hands around it. Aerith stood frozen for a moment. The heat hit her in a wave, rolling through her chest and settling between her legs like a low hum of need. “…that’s… a lot,” she murmured, stepping closer, biting the inside of her lip as her eyes locked on the length of it. “That’s like… really big…” The baker glanced up. “Ah—it’s the jumbo. Fresh outta the oven.” But Aerith wasn’t really listening. Her thighs squeezed together under the hem of her dress, her breath just a touch shorter now. Her fingers clutched the edge of her basket tighter, pushing her tits up without realizing, arms hugging the heavy swell of her chest like she needed something - anything - to hold onto. She blinked, swallowed hard. All she could think about was being bent over the bread stall. Dress hitched up. Sweaty hands gripping her hips. Something just as thick, just as heavy, buried balls-deep inside her, stretching her wide while she begged for more in that soft, innocent little voice of hers. That low grumble of a real man telling her to open wider. Something black, musky, primal - so huge it made her feel like her womb was about to pop. Her lips parted. A breath escaped. And she realized she’d just been staring. Eyes glazed. Mouth slightly open. “Shit,” she whispered under her breath, cheeks flushing hard. She blinked rapidly, snapping herself out of it. “U-Um—!” The baker tilted his head. “You alright?” “I’m—! I’m great! I mean—uh, wow, that’s a really… impressive loaf! Like, seriously, so thick, haha…” she trailed off, not trusting herself to say much more. Her voice was higher than usual, too bubbly, too breathless. She quickly pulled a tiny bunch of violets from her basket and plopped it onto the counter with a weak smile. “Here. You earned these. I gotta go. Like, right now.” And then she was turning on her heel, moving fast. Her tits bounced wildly with her sudden pace. Her gold hoops swung. The hem of her dress lifted just a little with every rushed step, exposing more of that jiggling ass beneath. She didn’t look back. Couldn’t. Her cheeks were burning, her pussy was soaked, and her thoughts were stuck in a haze of sweat, musk, and thick, dark cock slapping against her womb while the slums watched her get ruined. She didn’t even hear the next two people who greeted her on the path. Her smile was polite, automatic. Her mind was somewhere deep in fantasy. And as she turned onto the quiet road that wound around the edge of the town, her thighs rubbed with every step. Her body pulsed with heat. Her hand briefly touched her chest - fingers skimming the curve of one heavy breast like she didn’t even realize she was doing it. “Mmnn… just a little further…” Her house was at the other end of town. She knew the way by heart. But if someone were to stop her now… If someone strong enough caught her eye? She wasn’t sure she’d make it home at all.​

 

[Ouroboros]

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Every morning walk for Aerith was like the opening to one of those animated family films that were always playing in the movie theatres dotted across Midgar. The beautiful, bimbo-bodied bombshell rose early and was seen walking the streets of the Sector 5 slums like a princess. Only this princess was stacked like nothing else. The other slum dwellers awoke to her intoxicatingly scantily clad form bouncing and jiggling down the streets. Aerith seemed to remain blissfully unaware that every morning stroll she took ended up deeply embedded in the mental wank bank of every red-blooded male of the slums, all of them practically drooling over the sight of her. There was barely a man who saw Aerith that didn't dream one day she'd stop, smile, lift her pretty little skirt, and ask them if they wanted to come and plant some seeds in her sacred garden. Aerith completed the image by even visiting the baker with his tray, like always. The same old bread and rolls to sell. Only this morning was not the same. Something seemed to have awakened inside Aerith. The perplexed baker couldn't fathom the notion that his latest customer was getting all hot and bothered over his baked goods. However, the planet was calling to Aerith, and it just happened that there was something long and thick nearby that had apparently caught her attention. Back in Shinra headquarters, Professor Hojo had come up with many theories about the Cetra, with the time he had spent experimenting on Aerith's mother. It seemed that the Ancients had a yearning that blossomed inside them when they were old enough to understand it. Aerith had fled from those burgeoning feelings, but fate had ordained she wouldn't be making it home that morning. Not without having a stark and wonderful awakening to the heritage of her ancient blood. Tobias Dakarai had seen Aerith as she fled the feelings bubbling inside her as she lusted over the yeasty treasures inside the bakery. The contrast between them was staggering, to say the least. The pale and demure bimbo and Tobias, a dark-skinned and rotund beast of a man. He was almost three hundred pounds of man packed into a suit that strained to contain him. In his youth as a skilled Turk agent, Tobias had been lean and strong like a quarterback. Now, he was in his forties, and after having graduated from fieldwork to upper management at Shinra, an indulgent lifestyle had made him round in the belly and added an extra chin. He covered the latter with a neatly trimmed beard, his appearance impeccable and a handsome visage still present, despite all the extra pounds he kept packing on. Tobias adjusted his tie as the girl scurried past, joining the rest of the slums in practically drooling over the sight of her enormous globes bouncing free and braless. He kept catching glimpses of that perfect peach under her skirt when Aerith moved, and Tobias felt something deep and primal overtake him at the sight. He knew the girl was of interest to the company, and she had Turk agents tailing her most days. Perhaps it was time for Shinra management to conduct a review of her situation, he thought. Tobias grinned and lecherously licked his lips at the thought, tossing his morning coffee into an overflowing bin nearby. The slums were disgusting, and he never normally commuted through them but they happened to have his favourite coffee spot, and seeing that pretty, curvaceous creature dashing away, Tobias was more than glad he had walked this way on his journey to headquarters. Tobias followed quickly after Aerith, his belly sagging inside his suit jacket, matching the bouncing rhythm of Aerith's melons. He let out a groan as he walked behind her and watched her round backside sashaying from side to side as she moved. It was practically hypnotic, and Tobias found himself filled with the same lustful thoughts that had filled Aerith and made her flee the bakery. The thought of bending that curvaceous body over and hearing her squeal in ecstasy was getting his blood up already, Tobias quickening his pace until he had almost caught up with Aerith. "Whoa there, flower girl. What's the rush? You won't sell many pretty petals racing away like that" he said, Tobias voice deep and chocolatey, as he came around to stand before Aerith in a spot between two ramshackle slum buildings, her path home just ahead but not obscured by the enormity that was Tobias' rotund form. "I wanted to sample what you had to sell" he said, his eyes drinking in her pretty face, Tobias reaching down to pluck one of her flowers from Aerith's basket, lifting it to his nose and inhaling the sweet scent. His eyes never left hers as he sampled the flower, holding it between them as he passed it between thick, dark fingers. "To think that something so beautiful could blossom down here in the slums" he remarked, the way Tobias' eyes roved over her making it more than clear that perhaps he was no longer referring to just the flowers Aerith had gathered. He towered over Aerith, his arms about as thick as her waistline and his round belly jutting forwards in the same way her chest did inside that little pink dress. ​

 

[Starry]

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Aerith blinked up at him, cheeks flushed from the heat - and something else entirely. She hadn’t seen him approach, hadn’t felt him behind her until that deep, chocolate-slick voice rolled over her spine like molasses. He filled the narrow path with his body, broad, suited, and towering, and yet somehow still looked like he belonged in the mess of scrap and heat. She gave a soft giggle, lifting a hand to brush a curl behind her ear again, fingers looping around one silky strand and twisting it slowly. The motion made her hoop earring sway, golden and bright, catching the sun just like the damp sheen on her cleavage. “I’ve never seen you around here before,” she said, voice light but curious, laced with that same honey-sweet warmth she gave to everyone - but a touch breathier. Her eyes drifted down his chest, over the swell of his belly, the snug press of that expensive fabric across thick arms, before dragging slowly - too slowly - back up to his face. “I feel like I would’ve remembered someone so big and bl—” She caught herself. Paused. Then smiled, soft and bashful. “Tall! I-I meant tall. Sorry.” Her thighs pressed together just slightly, the reminder of the bakery flashing uninvited into her mind. That thick loaf rising from the basket, stiff and golden brown, veiny lines and girthy curves so dangerously close to what stood in front of her now. It made her breath hitch just a little, her lashes fluttering before she forced herself to focus - though her gaze still dipped down briefly, flicking to the front of his pants like she didn’t mean to look there. “Your suit’s really nice too,” she added, trying to sound casual, though her voice betrayed her with the faintest tremble. “You’re not from the slums, are you? Too clean. Too… polished.” The word thick nearly slipped, but she bit it back with a smile. She adjusted her basket, tits jiggling softly as the straps of her dress slipped further down her tanned shoulder. Her gold bangles chimed as she shifted the weight. Everything about her body language screamed nervous - but excited. A little overwhelmed. But not stepping away. She leaned in just slightly, enough to let the scent of her perfume bloom around them - lilac, crushed petals, and the faintest trace of sweat-soaked cotton clinging to her skin. “If you really want a flower…” Her eyes flicked to the one he’d taken, then back to his. That smile widened. “…it’s gonna cost you.” She bit her lip. “A lot.”​

 

[Ouroboros]

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Tobias liked the way that Aerith blushed. She looked surprised at his sudden appearance. His time with the Turks had helped him move quickly and quietly, a skill he still retained even after being behind a desk in a swanky office for several years now. The way she giggled and played with her hair had him grinning like an idiot. The girl was gorgeous and quite adorable to boot. She clearly see how his crisp, expensive suit didn’t belong in the squalor of the slums. In the same way, Tobias couldn't really picture how a beautify and buxom creature like Aerith had bloomed in this industrial wasteland. Tobias just grinned again and let out a deep velvety chuckle when Aerith enquired about him and just caught herself before she made note of his status as a huge ebony musclegut. The fact he was on her mind that way boded well for what Tobias had in mind for the busty bimbo. When her eyes drifted down to his pants, Aerith would see the outline of something truly monstrous waiting there, just impossible to properly hide. It even seemed to give a twitch as if it knew Aerith was looking at it. "Thank you, Aerith" said Tobias, adjusting his cuffs and accidentally on purpose letting slip he knew who she was. "I like to dress up, even when traipsing through the slums. Shinra pays well" he added, letting Aerith knew who he worked for. "I don't normally come this way but I wanted a cup of my favourite brown, and the Kupo Koffee around the corner makes it just how I like it" he said, letting his gaze linger on hers as he continued. "Dark but sweet. Just a little bit of cream. I get the sense you're the kind of woman who likes it that well too" he said, his words practically dripping with innuendo. Although if Aerith played her cards right, she'd be walking away with a little more than a quick shot of cream. Tobias chuckled again at her next words, relishing Aerith's nervous but enthusiastic energy. He gently placed the flower back in her basket, his hand instead reaching up to gently pinch her chin and brush his thumb over her plump, pink and perfectly painted lips. "Is that right? And what does one charge for a flower down here?" he asked, even offering a thick darkn thumb for Aerith to suck on, if she'd just part her lips and take it in. "I should warn you in advance. When it comes to plucking pretty little flowers out of the slums, I can be gentle. Sometimes I have a bit of a rough touch too" he added, gazing deep into Aerith's sparkling eyes and leaning forwards. He inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume and like there was already an exchange going on, Aerith would catch his own more natural musk in the air between them. Tobias wore deodorant of course, a little spray and a spritz of cologne but it did nothing to mask the raw scent of his body that was now wafting towards Aerith, the ancient-blooded girl blissfully unaware just what her heritage was going to get her into with this man. ​

 

[Starry]

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Aerith's breath caught as his thumb touched her lips. Soft. Warm. Commanding. Her knees nearly buckled at the contact, but she managed -barely - to stay upright, her thighs clenched together tight beneath the hem of her dress. She blinked up at him, lashes fluttering just slightly as she giggled, sweet and breathy, a little dazed from how close he was. The scent rolling off him was... wrong in all the right ways. Polished cologne, sure - but underneath that? Musk. Raw, thick, masculine presence that wrapped around her like a heavy blanket and settled low in her belly. Her lips, still slick with gloss, stayed parted as she let out a slow, shaky breath. Her gaze dropped once more - couldn't help it - to the thick outline in his pants. Still there. Still twitching. She wanted to feel it against her cheek. "Mmh... I guess I do like it that way…" she murmured, catching the innuendo, eyes shining as her tongue flicked out and barely kissed the tip of his thumb before she pulled back with a blushy smile. "The coffee, I mean. Dark, sweet... just enough cream to ruin you~" His grin deepened, and somewhere between the teasing and the tension, he'd said it - Shinra. That single word hung in the air like a warning, but Aerith didn't recoil. No… she blinked slowly, her expression shifting, lips parting just a little in surprise. "Oh…" she breathed, her gaze trailing once more over the way his suit hugged his belly, his arms, and most sinfully, the outline pressing at the front of his slacks. "You're with Shinra...?" Her voice wasn't sharp. It wasn't fearful. Just... curious. Sweet. And undeniably wet with interest. "I always thought the company was nothing but cold suits and creepy old men," she said, her smile growing softer, flirtier. "But if I'd known they kept men like you behind those walls…" Her eyes lifted again to meet his, wide and honest, a blush blooming over her cheeks like the heat in her thighs had reached her face. "…well… maybe I wouldn't have been so difficult." She giggled again, hoops swaying, the gold flashing as she tilted her head. She twirled another curl lazily between her fingers, the delicate chime of metal filling the air between them, somehow girlish and obscene all at once. His words echoed in her head - gentle, but rough, plucking pretty little flowers - and her pussy throbbed. She could feel the heat of it soaking through her panties now, the soft lace clinging like it was painted on. Her smile didn't fade. But her body was screaming. She let him feel that. Let him smell it. Let him see it. Aerith bit her lip, glancing down at the flower he'd returned to her basket before slowly looking back up. That innocent glimmer in her eyes remained - but it was laced now with something darker. Not deviance… just need. "Oh, prices can vary," she whispered, fingers brushing lightly along the rim of the basket, just above the flower he'd touched. "But something tells me you can afford it." A beat. Her tongue teased the corner of her mouth. "…question is… do you think you can handle it?" Her voice dropped with a heat that simmered under every syllable. She didn't step back. Didn't move away. She just stood there, basking in his presence, chest rising with every breath, perfume blooming with her sweat-soaked arousal, and her body humming like the planet had already chosen him.​

 

[Ouroboros]

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Tobias loved how naturally submissive Aerith seemed. She didn’t exactly serve herself up on a silver platter for him, but most girls wouldn't kiss the thumb of a total stranger they had just met in the slums of Midgar. Then again, Aerith wasn't most girls. She was practically a goddess, Tobias watching as she coyly played with her hair, the soft metallic tingling of her golden hoops just the perfect capstone to the sweet bimbo bombshell image that she pulled off as naturally as breathing. Tobias could tell it wasn't an act for her. She batted her eyelashes and giggled like that because it clearly came naturally to her. She was just perfect. "Of course. Just the coffee. Nothing wrong with something tall and dark to fill you up in the morning. I bet that kind of injection gives a girl like you a real spring in her step" he said with another deep and chocolatey chuckle, enjoying their flirtatious banter. Tobias had already decided he was going to screw Aerith's brains out but her playing with him was all part of the fun. "Shinra gets a bad rap, but we're not so bad. I know Rude and Reno like to make sure you don't get yourself in trouble. How about I start overseeing you? It means I'd need to swing by more often" he offered with another lascivious grin. The chance to see the pretty pink flower more often was impossible to pass up and Tobias knew he would be able to pull the strings to make it so he was the one to check in on Aerith from time to time. "I'm sure I'd be willing to pay just about anything to pluck whatever lovely flowers you've been keeping to yourself. I bet not everyone gets a look at those" he said, reaching forwards suddenly and grabbing the front of Aerith's skirt, causing her to stumble and against his muscular chest and round belly. The suit strained around his body and now she was up close, Aerith's senses were being bathed in the heady, intoxicating musk of this man. His arms were so thick, he could probably lift her bimbo body one handed and start bench pressing with her. "I think it's you who should be asking yourself if you can handle it, Aerith" he growled, his face inches from hers now as he looked down almost entirely as those plump, pink cock pads of hers. "So, are you ready for me to plant some seeds in that pretty garden of yours?" ​

 

[Starry]

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Aerith let out the softest gasp when his hand grabbed the front of her skirt - not scared, not resisting, just caught off guard. Her weight tipped forward, tits bouncing softly as she stumbled into him, her palms bracing against the wall of muscle and heat beneath his straining suit. Gaia, he was so big. Her face flushed hard, green eyes wide as she looked up at him, her breath catching when the thick scent of his body washed over her. The cologne barely masked the raw, earthy heat of him - that powerful male stink that radiated from beneath his collar, soaked into the curve of his chest, the crease of his belly, the entire space around him. It was overwhelming. Heavy. Perfect. Her heart was pounding. Her panties were soaked. And yet her smile lingered, soft and dazed, like the edges of her thoughts were already fraying. “M-Maybe… I could use a little supervision,” she murmured, her voice light, fluttery, the kind of tone a girl used when she was just a little too close to getting what she wanted. “Rude and Reno only check in every once in a while... but you’d come all the way here? Just for me?” She tilted her head, hoops brushing her cheeks, eyes glittering with that dreamy, needy heat. Her hands stayed on his chest - soft palms over firm muscle wrapped in silk - and her thumbs rubbed tiny, nervous circles into the fabric as if trying to calm herself. But her body said something else. Her thighs were pressing together tightly, knees kissing, the hem of her skirt still caught in his grip. Her nipples strained visibly beneath the dress, outlined and aching against the sweat-damp fabric. Then he growled - and her legs nearly buckled again. That voice, low and rough in her ear, those words, plant seeds in her garden... she was shaking. Visibly. Her lashes fluttered. Her lip caught between her teeth. Her whole body hummed like she was barely holding herself together. And somehow, she still managed a giggle. Sweet. Shy. Slutty. “…you really think you’ve got what it takes?” she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes, lips parted in that dazed, pouty way that made her look even dumber than she felt. “It’s a lot of garden to fill…” A beat. Then, like a cherry on top of her own nervous collapse, she added softly: “…but I won’t stop you if you wanna try~” Her voice trailed off into a breathy little laugh, glossy lips parted, and then - boldly, but bashfully - she pulled one hand from his chest and gestured subtly with her fingers toward a narrow gap between two nearby buildings. A back alley, half-hidden behind a hanging sheet and a stack of broken crates, just far enough from the main path to disappear in shadow. Aerith leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper meant just for him, hot and silky against his ear. “…how about we go over there…” She glanced toward the alley, then up at him again, biting her lip as she smiled like she was asking him to carry her groceries. “…and you can show me your preferred method of payment~”​

 

[Ouroboros]

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"I'm sure I'll measure up" growled Tobias, enjoying the way Aerith seemed to go weak at the knees when he spoke to her like that. She giggled sluttily and cutely, wrapping it all together with a pretty pink bow, into the perfect woman for him. Fuck, Tobias wished he had swung by and checked in on their centra prospective years ago. Hojo was always saying they needed to bring her in and see if she had potential for breeding. Aerith's empty womb was now practically calling to Tobias like it was the path to the Promised Land itself. He was certainly going to behave like Shinra when it came to her secret, sacred places. Move right on it, conquer, colonise and make it belong to him. Tobias just grinned and followed after Aerith as she gestured towards an alleyway. The perfect princess image contrasted with the grime of this little nook in the slums. Then again, perhaps it did suit her, seeing as the bimbo-bodied young woman was about to get down and dirty with a sleezy Shinra exec who was twice her age and who she had only just met. "That looks perfect. Let's go and see if your flowers are as sweet as they look" he said, using her grip in his hand to spin Aerith around, pointing her towards the alley and sending her forwards with a playful but firm smack on her plush backside. Tobias wasted no time following her. As soon as they were out of sight, he wrapped his big, greedy hands around her waist. Aerith would find herself pressed up against the dirty wall of the alleyway, Tobias leaning in and pressing his round belly against her, feeling her massive fuck pillows squishing into his chest. He leaned in and stole a kiss from those plump lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth, like he already owned it. He wasn't a gentle and doting lover. Instead his big, dark hands roved over Aerith's body with lascivious glee, feeding the girl his drool as he coiled his eel-like tongue over hers, molesting her in the dirty alleyway, far out of sight from anyone who might come to her rescue. Not that Aerith would likely have wanted saving if someone did try. "This body. It's amazing. To think a bombshell like you has been hiding away down here" he groaned against her lips, Tobias grinding himself against her as Aerith would feel the colossal pillar of ebony meat that Tobias kept as stuffed inside his trousers as he could. Right now he was pitching less of a tent and more of a damn marquee. It looked like whatever absolute monster he was packing was going to rip right through the fabric if it wasn't released soon. At the same time, that scent of his masculine musk that Aerith had been picking up on, seemed to only grow stronger the more aroused Tobias became. There was something else too. Something stronger. It was rising up from that throbbing package that Aerith hadn't had the chance to unwrap yet. "You don't belong in this squalor. You belong in elegant dresses up on the plate. Wrapped around the arm of Shinra executives. More gil than you could spend and real men who make sure you're never able to walk home straight after they're done with you" he growled, Tobias reaching under his fat belly, between Aerith's thighs and grabbing hold of her there. He smiled wickedly at the feeling of her soaking wetness. Her panties were practically glued to her pussy, Tobias' fat fingers rubbing at her slick and dripping lips, through the fabric. His hot breath was on her neck now, moving to kiss her neck and bare shoulders while he pinned her to the wall and played her body like an instrument. ​

 

[Starry]

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Aerith yelped as Tobias smacked her ass, the sound cracking off the alley walls, her plush cheeks rippling beneath the hem of her tight pink skirt. Her breath hitched, and she stumbled forward - heels clicking against stone - giggling in surprise. “That was rude~” she whined, flushed and breathless, glancing back with sparkling eyes. “...but I liked it.” She barely had time to giggle again before Tobias spun her, her back hitting the wall with a gasp, golden hoops swinging wildly as her body bounced from the impact. The flower basket slipped from her fingers and crashed to the ground, petals scattering across the filthy alley floor - but Aerith didn’t even flinch. She didn’t care. Not when his body was pressed against hers, heavy and hot, not when she could feel that fat cock straining against his pants and rubbing into her belly. “Ohhh my god,” she moaned, blinking up at him, voice sticky and soft. “You’re huge…” Her fingers moved on instinct - pressing, exploring, grabbing. She pawed at his belly with needy little hands, moaning softly as she squeezed the thick roll above his belt, running her palms across his firm chest and tracing down toward the monstrous bulge she’d been daydreaming about since the moment she laid eyes on him. Then his lips crashed into hers. Wet. Hot. Greedy. Aerith melted instantly, lips parting for him with a breathy, helpless moan. Her arms wrapped around his thick body, clinging to him as his tongue pushed into her mouth and took its fucking time. He didn’t kiss - he fed her. She was drooling, panting into him, sucking on his tongue like she was already picturing it replaced by something much, much thicker. Her tits mashed into his chest, her breath came in high-pitched whimpers, and every time he groped her ass or ground that cock into her, she let out a filthy, squeaky gasp like a girl in heat. “F-fuck… y-you kiss like you’re gonna own me,” she panted against his lips, voice cracked with heat. “Like you’ve already decided where you’re gonna finish…” His hands found her pussy - through her soaked panties, still teasing - and she squealed, legs shaking as her thighs clamped around his wrist, not to stop him, but to keep him there. Her voice was high, trembling, needy. “I-It’s so wet... it’s all for you, fuck, you’re making me drip down my legs…” Then came his voice again. That gravel in his tone. You don’t belong in this squalor… you belong in dresses… dripping with gil… with real men. Aerith whimpered - full-body - and her eyes fluttered open, dazed and dreamy as she looked up at him. Her lip quivered. “Mmmf… I like being spoiled,” she whispered, her thighs rubbing together as she pressed her tits into his chest with a moan. “You gonna take me off the streets, daddy? Put me in pearls and fuck me so hard I forget where I came from?” She giggled again, soft and slutty, even as her voice broke with arousal. Then, slowly, Aerith’s hands dropped from his chest. Down past his belly. Down to his belt. She sank to her knees like she was meant to be there, sweat-damp curls brushing her cheeks, those big hoops swinging as her flushed face hovered inches from that massive, twitching bulge. Her glossy lips parted. Her breath shuddered out of her in a soft, eager moan. Her fingers trembled as they unbuckled his belt, brushing the underside of his belly as she worked - reverent, almost nervous, like she knew what was coming would change her life. “I wanna see it,” she whispered. “Let me unwrap it…” She looked up at him through her lashes, panting, lips parted in awe as her hands slid along the length in his pants. “Lemme worship it before it destroys me…”​

 

[Ouroboros]

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Her flowers scattering across the grimy floor of the alleyway really was the perfect symbol of what was about to happen to Aerith. Dragged from the sun and into the dark, groped and molested by this beast of a man. Soon to be stained beyond comprehension by the mess he was going to unleash. Yet, he knew she was going to love every minute. No ordinary girl would even have let herself get into this situation if she didn't already crave the attention of a man like Tobias. Dark, rotund, rich and ready to claim what he wanted. Aerith it seemed was more than willing to give it up too. "Because I do. At least until I'm done with you. Until I'm satisfied" he growled, letting Aerith know that her fine ass belonged to him so long as she draped herself over him like that, worshipping his muscular but flabby body. He loved feeling her sucking his tongue, a little taste of what was to come when that monster inside his trousers finally broke free. He fed his drool into her mouth, like Tobias wanted to corrupt her from the inside out. He chuckled wickedly again when she talked about where he would finished. "I don't need to choose. I'm going to finish absolutely fucking everywhere" he said, a particularly chocolatey and gravelly tone overtaking his voice as he breathed those final words right over Aerith's ear. His promise of painting every hole of hers white was punctuated by the grubby, thick fingers pawing at her soaking slit. Her panties were a drenched wrap at this point, Tobias twisting the fabric up and giving it a tug to make it bunch up and ride up into Aerith's pink, dripping lips. He could feel beads of her arousal rolling down her plush thighs, not sure if he had ever had a girl get this wet and riled up over him. The fact she was behaving like a bitch in heat was certainly the most potent aphrodisiac Tobias had ever had. "Maybe there is a place for you up on the plate. If you can be a good girl for daddy and show me you know where that place is" he said, grinning as she used the D word, getting an instant and measurable throb from downstairs when she teased him like that. The image of Aerith stripped, squealing and wearing nothing but jewellery was enough to practically make him blow his load right then and there. "That's right. Atta girl. Squat down there and see what daddy has for you" he groaned, smiling down lovingly at Aerith as she knelt for him, giving Tobias the perfect view of her cleavage and her beautiful face. He ran a hand through her hair, petting her like the well-behaved sex kitten she was being for him. Aerith meanwhile was now face to face with his bulge and that raw scent would be even stronger, passing to her sensitive and receptive nostrils, even through the fabric of his trousers. Tobias helped her by undoing his belt. The item was a fashion accessory. The man did not need a belt. It came away with a clink of the buckle, and Tobias tugged his trousers down, lower and lower, having to pull more than other men would because there was just so much caught up in there. Finally, that dark, pulsing leviathan sprang free and actually smacked Aerith across the cheek. The moment her face was physically assaulted by the sheer weight of him, her olfactory organ was equally brutalised by the scent that sudden washed off of Tobias and towards Aerith's face. His cock was massive. There was no other way to describe it. A thick and throbbing pillar of ebony-dark meat. It had a slightly upwards curve at the end, his foreskin not quite coverering the purpleish tip that twitched every rapid beat of his heart. A pure white and almost inhumanly thick bead of pre-cum was already oozing from his tip, too viscous to just slide down the shaft but in danger of dripping onto the soiled floor if it wasn't caught. The shaft was thicker than a soda can and Aerith would be able to gauge he was about as long as her forearm. The base was festooned with a dense and wiry jungle of black hair that Tobias clearly didn't do a good enough job of trimming. His balls were like two fat, ripe mangos, hanging down between flabby thighs and equally coated in dark pubic hair. The visuals were only part of it though. That musk that had drawn Aerith in like a moth to a flame, was tripled down there. Tobias' less than healthy figure meant that he had clearly gotten quite sweaty down there from just his morning commute. The raw and intense masculine scent of him practically radiated off his privates in a heat wave that was inescapable now Aerith was so close. It called to her cetra blood. Telling her to worship this tool that could only be from some kind of dark god, sculpted purely for breeding the ever loving shit out of her. The planet itself was pleading with Aerith to peel back that leathery hood and find the treasure of the earth lying in wait for her. ​

 

[Starry]

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Her fingers fumbled at the buckle, lips parted slightly as her brows knit in that adorable pout of frustration. “Hnn—why’s it always so tricky…” she murmured, but didn’t resist when Tobias’s hands moved to help. No, she stilled. Let him take over. Let him touch. “Sooo helpful~” she breathed with a coy smile, tilting her chin up to look at him - lashes fluttering, pink gloss catching the light. She wasn’t even trying to hide the heat in her gaze now. But then her attention dropped again. She adjusted herself with a soft sigh, knees spreading just a little more, letting her plush ass rest against the slim stem of her heels. The motion made her thighs bounce, soft and warm, her whole body settling into a picture of eager, breathless want. Her earrings brushed her cheeks as she tilted forward, heart fluttering in her chest like she already knew what came next. And she did know, but that didn't stop the loud gasp that followed. Aerith blinked, lips parted in awe as the thick, pulsing beast sprang free before her eyes. “Ohhh... oh my god..” she whispered, breath hitching as it smacked against her cheek with an audible thud. Her lashes fluttered at the weight of it, the sheer heat rolling off that heavy slab of cock making her melt like a popsicle in Sector 7. “Mmn~ it's.. so.. big,” she moaned, licking her gloss-smeared lips instinctively, her voice dipping into that girlish, breathy tone that practically dripped with need. She leaned closer without even realizing, her plush lips brushing along the side of his shaft as her nose twitched at the thick scent in the air - masculine, earthy, ripe with sweat and the kind of raw power that had her head swimming. The heat. The musk. It clouded her thoughts in the best way. “Ohhh… you weren’t kidding, huh…” she breathed, nuzzling against him like a cat in heat, the warmth of his cock searing her cheek. “I can barely concentrate having this.. monster cock all to myself..” Aerith giggled, the sound dazed and lewd as she kissed along the underside with reverence, her glossy lips leaving sticky prints on his shaft. “I don’t mind the smell at all... kinda love it actually,” she admitted with a slutty, dreamy smile, nuzzling deeper into that jungle of musky hair at his base, hoop earrings gently swinging with each movement. She remained there for a few moments, pressing her face into that heavy, obscenely large sack. Huffing the sweaty scent like her life was depending on it. She was born for this. This was her purpose. She pulled herself away and looked up at him from beneath her lashes, mouth slightly agape, breath hot and needy. “You’ve been hiding this from me the whole time... tsk~ That’s just mean, daddy…” Aerith pressed her chest to his thighs, tits squished together like soft, heaving pillows as her hands caressed up the sides of his legs, fingers kneading, loving every inch of his thick, heavy build until they made his way to his impossibly thick girth. No matter how much she tried she couldn't fit both hands around it and instead settled for using her palms to stroke along it until they came to that hooded helmet which now rested directly in front of her face. Both thumbs rotating in circles around that drooling exposed tip. "And what's hiding under here?" She said with a giggle. "You don't mind if I find out do you~?" The question was very much rhetorical. Her fingers spread out and slowly began to push back his foreskin until it was tucked neatly under the heads ridge. "Mmf.. Daddy.." She groaned to herself. Completely transfixed on the sight she saw. "It's so dirty under here.." Her eyes glanced up for a second and a smirk crossed her plump - gloss-smeared lips. "Don't worry, I'll clean it all up for you." Aerith's head moved closed, reverently. Planting a heavy kiss on that massive helmet. Then another... and then another. Covering every inch in her saliva and need. Her tongue came next, lapping slowly at the flesh, collecting whatever filth was there until it glistened clean. She swallowed hard before finishing with another heavy kiss on that tip. Slurping that thick oozing pre-cum. "God.. I feel dizzy!" She muttered with a soft giggle, looking back up to him like a pet begging for praise. She could sense the pool of need that had formed in a puddle between her legs. Her panties were practically useless at this point, sodden through the entire experience. And it was only just beginning. She opened her mouth wide, tongue lolling out like a proper little cock-hungry bimbo, and let it hang there - inviting him to put it to good use, her eyes sparkling with devotion. “C’mon… don't keep me waiting... mmf.. lets see if it fits down my throat~”​

 

[Ouroboros]

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This was always Tobias' favourite part. He loved seeing the faces of these cock-hungry white girls as they finally got to see just what the sleazy, dark Shinra exec was packing. His almost inhuman, throbbing fuckrod came free, and Tobias could tell right away that Aerith was in love. He could hear how her voice got all breathy and aroused when she talked about the thick, black majesty of it. Every little compliment and warm breath against his musky pole made the shaft throb, and that beading pre-cum grew more as it oozed from his gaping piss slit. "I knew you would. Get right in there, you dirty ball-sniffing slut," groaned Tobias, relishing the way Aerith just leaned in and pressed her nose right against his sack. The wiry and dense pubic hairs would tickle her mouth and cheeks, but it was the earthy, richly masculine scent that was inflaming her Cetra heritage. Aerith's ancestors had put men like Tobias up on a pedestal where they belonged, and now their slutty bimbo descendant was acting out the same ritual, huffing his musk right off Tobias' sweaty sack. Her mother would have been so proud of her. "Awww. I'm sorry, princess. Let's make up for lost time," chuckled Tobias as Aerith playfully chided him for not showing off his enormous black dick before. He lovingly stroked her hair and saw Aerith clearly needed no encouragement as she stroked all over his impossibly thick shaft. Tobias let out a low groan when his foreskin was peeled back, the sound like an overripe banana. Aerith found the treasure trove waiting for her, and Tobias growled with pleasure, in that chocolatey way that seemed to soak Aerith's panties. He felt her licking all around his head and under the tip, happily cleaning the filth from him as he petted her like a well-behaved pet. "What can I say? I'm a busy man. I don't always have time for keeping it clean," he chuckled as Aerith got him all freshened up, Tobias admiring the glossy lipstick marks she had left all along his shaft. "Besides, that's what secretaries and interns are for," he added with a wicked chuckle. "Don't you worry, baby girl. Daddy is going to make it fit," growled Tobias, pausing to watch her pose like that, squatting sluttily on her heels and letting her tongue loll out, truly completing the image of her as a filth-sucking, cock-hungry, back alley bimbo. Tobias quickly reached out and grabbed Aerith's perfectly pinned-up hair, immediately ruining all that hard work she'd done on it that morning before her walk. Tobias didn't mind though, not when her beautiful, flowing river of curls was going to make the best handle for him to skull-fuck her. His dick slapped down against her plump and glossy lips, smearing pre-cum over them. His balls seemed to be constantly producing it, as thick and white as the proper loads of ordinary men, but for Tobias it was only the taster of what was to come. Tobias then pushed forwards, with Aerith's hair in one hand and the other able to grab her whole head to hold her steady. She was going to need it. Tobias wasn't gentle. He had warned Aerith about going in after all. With one thrust he sheathed himself as deep as he could go into Aerith's mouth. Then he went deeper. The rotund dark stud grunted like a pig as he worked his hips, thrusting and ignoring any gagging or choking from the bimbo kneeling under him. He pumped his dick down her windpipe until his balls were pressed against her chin, and Aerith's lip gloss was getting smeared in a pretty pink ring around the base of his massive rod, practically forcing Aerith to dislocate her jaw to get her lips around him. ​

 

[Starry]

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"Hfff.. so rough!" Aerith chimed quite happily as her hair was gripped by Tobais' massive, strong hands. "It's about time a real man showed me how its done." Even with her mouth open, that massive cock-head dwarfed her lips as he smeared his incredibly thick pre-seed around her lower face. It pooled in her mouth, mixing with her saliva. And as it drooled down the corners of her chin and fell onto her enormous tits Aerith jiggled her slutty body eagerly. Then came the first push. Aerith's cheeks bulged immediately, her plump glossy lips stretching obscenely around the sheer girth. "Mmmmph!" She tried to help him, tilting and turning her head gently trying to inch it mouth around the head more. Her massive hoops swaying and clattering against her swollen cheeks. “Mmmphf! Mmhmm! Mmmmhmmm!” The guttural sounds she made were drowned out by the sudden thrust into her mouth. Aerith’s eyes widened in shock and pleasure as the massive cock forced its way down her throat, stretching her jaw to its absolute limit. "Grrkkk—!" The taste was overwhelming - salty, musky, and undeniably masculine. She could feel every throbbing vein as they rubbed against her tongue, each pulse sending a shiver of ecstasy through her body. Aerith’s fingers clutched at Tobias’s thighs, nails digging into the dark fabric of his suit pants as if to ground herself against the onslaught. Her massive breasts threatened to spill out of her pink dress with each jolt of his hips against her face, already starting to glisten with a sheen of saliva and precum. She could feel it trickling down from her nose, mingling with the drool that was steadily building up around his base. "Huurk!" Another wet gutteral gag somehow managed to find its way out of her completely full mouth. Her body shaking and writhing beneath his powerful grip. But despite the sounds of her choking, every fibre of Aerith's body was singing praise upto the black stud that used her throat like nothing more than a fleshlight. Her eyes were half laden - lashes fluttering as her gaze started to roll back. Thick black lines of mascara and eye-liner wept down her cheeks adding a new depth of mess to her already ruined and smeared make-up. And then it happened. A moment she wasn't expecting. The second her lips met that hairy forest of a base she came. Violently. Her entire body rocked, shuddering as she squirted with a loud splatter onto the pavement before her. She'd never came from giving head before. Saying that she'd never had a cock reach her stomach and yet here she was, riding out an orgasm from throating the biggest black baby-maker she could have only ever dreamed about. And she did dream about them, often. She gargled and mewled around around his thick, gigantic shaft. Saliva and precum bubbling from her nostrils. Her hands balled into tight fists against his trousers. Her left breast wobbled free, a large hard nipple grinding against the bottom of his thigh as they squished against his legs. More. She thought. She wanted more.​