[NSFW!] 𝔽𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕍𝕀𝕀 - 𝕋𝕚𝕗𝕒 ♥ | Sᴛᴀʀʀʏ x Oᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏs

[Starry]

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𝔽𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕍𝕀𝕀 - 𝕋𝕚𝕗𝕒 ♥ Sᴛᴀʀʀʏ x Oᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏs​

 

[Starry]

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The air outside was thick but cooler than the sweat-stained heat of the cramped little room she’d just left behind. Tifa stepped out into the neon glow of Wall Market’s night, the din of drunken shouting and the tinny pulse of music from cheap speakers filling her ears. She pulled her lips into a tight smile - the kind she’d perfected for clients - before letting it drop the moment she turned the corner. Her tongue still felt slick, heavy with the lingering taste of him. Not his kiss - he hadn’t bothered - but the sour, musky tang from where her mouth had been. The memory made her stomach twist, though she rolled it off with a flick of her tongue across her glossed lips, as if she could wipe the flavor away. Three minutes of grunting, pawing, and shoving his hairy, sweating bulk against her face, and he’d been panting like he’d climbed Shinra Tower. For all that, he’d tossed her a few wrinkled bills of gil without even looking at her. Pathetic. No climax for her. No thrill. Just a sore jaw and the faint sting of knowing she’d have to hustle twice as hard tomorrow to make it worth it. She palmed the gil into the pouch hooked on her skirt, already hearing the jingle of what little Avalanche might see of it. Seventh Heaven’s earnings were drying up faster than she could pour drinks, and if she wanted to keep their lights on - and the fight going - she’d need better-paying work. That’s why her eyes were on the Honey Bee Inn. Not the back alley handjobs, not the flea-bitten beds in rented rooms. The Inn meant high-rollers, big tips, and maybe - just maybe - a night she could enjoy for once. She adjusted the strap of her top, the thin black band straining to keep her tits from spilling free entirely. They were massive, impossibly full, the kind of tits that bounced with every step no matter how tight she cinched them down. Her skirt was barely more than a strip of fabric, riding high over hips that swayed with practiced rhythm, her ass perfectly round and the sort of obscene size that made men trip over themselves in the street. A glint of gold swung from her ears - thick hoops that caught the lamplight - while matching bangles clinked faintly at her wrist. The catcalls started before she’d even made it halfway to the main drag. “Damn, Tifa, you working tonight or just teasing?” one voice called from a doorway. “Baby girl, come bounce over here!” another slurred, his eyes locked on her chest. She slowed a little, heels clicking softer against the cobbles, eyes cutting toward them. The way their grins spread told her they’d seen the hesitation. She could do it - fifteen minutes in the alley with one of them and she’d have a few extra bills to pad the night. Her jaw worked slowly as she thought about it, about how light her purse still felt. But then she caught the reek of cheap booze on the air, saw the sweat darkening the front of one man’s shirt, the cracked knuckles of the other. She’d already had one forgettable fuck for pocket change tonight. No sense adding another to the tally. She flashed them a sweet-but-sharp smile instead, her tone all sugar with just enough bite to keep them from pushing their luck. “You couldn’t afford me tonight, boys. Maybe when your gil piles get a little thicker.” A hand dared to swat at her ass as she passed, earning a half-turn and a raised brow. “Careful, honey,” she said, letting her gaze drop deliberately to his lap. “Wouldn’t want you gettin’ too excited before you can pay for it.” She was almost at the Honey Bee now, its painted facade lit in warm golds and pinks, the air outside rich with perfume and the low hum of expensive pleasure. Tifa took a slow, deep breath, pressing her arms together just enough to make her tits swell over the edge of her top. If she wanted a job here, she’d have to look like she belonged - like she wasn’t just another alleyway slut, but something they could sell for real money. And that, she thought, stepping up to the door, was exactly what she intended to do. The warmth hit her first - a heady blend of perfume, scented candles, and the faint sweetness of honeyed liquor. Inside, the Honey Bee Inn was all gold trim and velvet shadows, the air thrumming with the low murmur of voices and the occasional peel of laughter from behind closed doors. Every inch of it was designed to make you feel like you’d already started spending. Tifa’s heels sank slightly into the plush carpet as she crossed the foyer, eyes drinking in the mirrored walls and jeweled light fixtures. She could feel the looks already - a pair of women in glittering corsets giving her a quick once-over, a man in a silk robe lingering in the hall and smiling like he knew exactly why she was here. Behind a polished counter sat the receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman with hair piled high in lacquered curls, her lips painted the same deep crimson as the upholstery. She didn’t bother to hide her slow glance down Tifa’s body, lingering at the swell of her tits and the unapologetic curve of her hips before meeting her eyes again. Tifa leaned on the counter, just enough to press her chest together, her voice sweet but pitched low, the way she’d learned made men - and sometimes women - lean in to listen. “I’m here for an interview,” she said, a faint smile curling her glossed lips. “I heard the Inn’s always looking for new talent.” One of the bangles at her wrist chimed softly as she tilted her head, letting a gold hoop graze her neck. “Give me a chance, and I’ll do anything to prove I belong here.” She let the pause hang just long enough to be suggestive without being crude, her tongue flicking briefly against her lower lip. The receptionist’s gaze narrowed, though not unkindly. “Anything, hmm?” Tifa’s answering smile was pure honey. “Anything.”​

 

[Ouroboros]

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​ Don Corneo was the king of Wall Market and Sector 6. A rotund man, entirely composed of sleaze and unbridled lust, he also wielded his authority as don with an iron fist. He squashed out resistance, fed dissidents to his pet in the sewers, and it was well known that every night he picked out a new 'bride'. Even with his reputation being what it was, there were always plenty of girls willing to try out. At least one per night. Some were just desperate. Others were looking for a leg up in the world. Some, though, every now and then. Some were just the kind of women who actually craved the type of man that the lecherous Don Corneo could be. Tifa was busy flashing her insanely deep cleavage at the reception when one of Corneo's goons came up behind her and grabbed her by the ass. He grinned down at Tifa when she turned, looking her up and down, the tiny skirt flapping and that strip of fabric hardly holding those huge melons in place. He clearly liked what he saw, even if the man jabbed his thumb towards the exit. "The cheap hookers stay out on the street. This here is a classy place, you get me?" He said, the man's approach and mannerisms being anything but classy. He was eye-tucking Tifa and practically licked his lips over her, clearly thinking he might follow this scantily clad slut outside and see how much she was asking for a few rounds. However, another voice suddenly cut across them, the goon feeling a familiar hand on his shoulder. He turned and moved aside, giving Tifa her first proper look at Don Corneo himself, in the flesh. There was certainly plenty of flesh. The don was fat in the belly; his rotund shape was squeezed into a smart shirt and trousers combo. Any hint of class was overridden by the tacky fur-lined coat he wore over the top, open with his shirt undone to expose the wiry jungle of chest hair on display, a fat gold medallion lying amidst the forest that was probably worth more than Tifa's bar made in a month. His fat, grubby fingers were adorned with other displays of his excessive wealth, and his less than handsome face came adorned with a pencil-thin moustache and beard, and a strangely combed head of hair that showed he was definitely going bald and hated that fact of life. "Now, now, Scotch," said the Don, pushing his man out of the way and coming closer to Tifa, his hands rubbing together with lascivious glee, like a kid at Christmas. "Let's not be too nasty. This delightful creature came here for a job, by the sounds of it. Midgar is the city of opportunities after all; who am I to refuse her at least a chance to prove she's got what it takes?" he said, eyes practically glued to Tifa's tits, hardly looking up at her face at all.

 

[Starry]

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Tifa could feel her skin crawl the moment Corneo’s eyes locked on her chest - the way they never even tried to climb to her face - but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she shifted her weight onto one hip, letting her skirt ride just a little higher, her gold hoops swaying with the movement. “Don Corneo…” She drew out his name like she was savouring it, though inside it tasted bitter. “You’ve got quite the reputation in this city.” Her lashes lowered just enough to look sultry, her lips curling into a smile that looked practiced but still warm. “People talk about you everywhere. I think… most of what I’ve heard, I like.” The truth was she liked none of it. But here in Wall Market, power meant survival, and this man was power wrapped in cheap cologne and sleaze. If she wanted into the Honey Bee Inn, she’d have to play his game. She stepped in, closing the gap until the fur of his coat brushed against her bare arm, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the counter. The motion pushed her breasts together into a deep, obscene swell, the medallion around his neck almost dipping between them. “I’m not just some street girl,” she said, her tone dripping sweetness even as her jaw clenched inside. “I know how to take care of people. How to make sure they’re… satisfied. And I can do it with a smile.” Her eyes met his for the briefest moment before flicking down to his chest, then back up again, the kind of glance that kept a man thinking about it for hours. Her fingers toyed lazily with one of her gold bangles, the soft chime punctuating her next words. “I want this job, Don. Bad. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you know I belong here. No hesitation. No limits.” She leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice into a smoky whisper, her breath brushing his ear. “If you want me to prove it… right now… I will.” She even let her tongue wet her bottom lip as she pulled back, making the act complete, though inside she wanted to scrub the taste of his cologne off her tongue. Straightening up, she tilted her head and let her smile return - that perfect balance of sweet and wicked. “So… are we talking terms here at the counter,” she asked, her tone all faux-playful, “or are you gonna show me where the real interviews happen?” ​

 

[Ouroboros]

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​ Don Corneo practically keeled over when he heard this girl say his name like that. He wasn't a fool. He knew that most women were repulsed by him, but he was rich and powerful enough that he didn't need to worry about whether they liked him. Naive women could be exploited and ones hungry for gil and power threw themselves at him anyway. This big-titted cow of a girl seemed to be in the latter camp. She certainly knew she had assets that drew the eye and wasn't afraid to use them. Corneo literally licked his fat lips as he watched her huge melons bulging and barely contained inside Tifa's top. "Ooh, hoo hoo! You liked what you heard did you? Dirty girl. Dirty, dirty girl," exclaimed Corneo, clapping his fat hands together and practically bouncing up and down. He was like an excitable kid, drooling over her display and the way Tifa talked so seductively. The don didn't just rush over and start fondling her, even though he could have gotten away with it in a place like this. If anything, he seemed to like riling himself up, his hands reaching out as if he could summon Tifa's huge jugs into his grip from afar. He denied himself what he could already tell was going to be a delightful audition for this chesty beauty. "Satisfaction with a smile? That's exactly the kind of service we want from our little honey bees!" he whooped, nodding eagerly and shuffling closer with his hands grabbing the air between them like a crab with snapping pincers. "I can just picture you now. Squeezing that perfect body into our costumes. So much sweet stuff to hold in. Delicious, delicious honey," groaned the Don, already pitching a visible tent in his pants as he pictured Tifa out of her whorish clothing scraps and dressed up like one of his honey been girls. Corneo came closer until Tifa was looking up at him, his weight pressed against her stomach. The acrid scent of his cologne washed over her but underneath there was something else too. A rich and intoxicating musk that would reach right into Tifa's senses. Beads of sweat were rolling down Corneo's shiny head, the rotund man perspiring in his fur-lined coat, a symptom of his awful fashion sense. Except it just made that overly-masculine scent even stronger, his own nose brushing right up against the nape of Tifa's neck and perverted sniffling at her décolletage, like a pig going after truffles. He grinned, watching her toy with her bangles. Corneo liked a girl who could accessorise. Especially those big golden hoops Tifa had on. The don had a personally philosophy with women. The gaudier their jewellery, the more likely they were to spread their legs for him. Her golden bimbo hoops and bangles were certainly helping to paint a picture of Tifa in Don Corneo's head already, his hands groping the air between them, like she was a present he was just aching to unwrap, even with most of her voluptuous figure on display. "Whatever it takes? Ugh.... you delightful creature. You know just how to push my buttons!" he cackled, clapping his hands again. He reached down and grasped Tifa's hand, turning back to his henchmen. "I've decided. This busty beauty and I are going to have a little chat in my booth. We are not to be disturbed!" He called, dragging Tifa along suddenly through the guests and honey bee girls, leading her to a round private table, tucked away in a secluded part of the club's main area. The lights were low there, a long tablecloth obscuring anything that might go down below. "Consider this your interview, sugar tits," said the don, letting out a groan as he squeezed himself into the leather seats of the booth. He bounced up and down a little, grinning wickedly at Tifa, and patting his lap, indicating he wanted her to slide right on in and get more comfortable with her future employer.

 

[Starry]

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Tifa let him lead her, his fat, damp hand swallowing hers, the heat of it sticking to her skin. Every instinct told her to pull away, to wipe her palm clean on her skirt, but she kept the smile in place - soft, glossy, the kind of smile that could make a man forget she was gritting her teeth inside. The booth he brought her to was all low light and gleaming leather, tucked away so the noise of the Honey Bee Inn faded to a low throb of music and murmurs. Private. Too private. He dropped into the seat and patted his lap, and for the briefest heartbeat, her jaw tightened. But this was the game. If she hesitated, she’d lose the control she had left. So she stepped forward, letting her skirt ride higher with each step, the gold hoops at her ears brushing against her neck as she tilted her head just so. Swinging one leg over, she lowered herself onto him slowly, deliberately. The give of her plush ass pressed down first, sinking into the softness of his thighs. Then her hips met his lap, the heat of his body seeping into hers. His belly pushed forward into her flat stomach, compressing it slightly, the movement causing her breasts to shift and swell against the buttons of his shirt. The thin band of her top strained as her heavy tits flattened and spread subtly across his chest, her nipples grazing the fabric between them. The smell of him rose up immediately - a heavy, cloying cologne masking the deeper, raw musk beneath - wrapping around her like the fur of his coat now brushing her bare arms. She kept her smile fixed, though inside she could feel her skin crawl. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fur trim as though she were holding herself in place. “Mmm…” Her laugh was low, syrupy, the kind meant to make a man think she was melting into him. “I can already see why the Honey Bee’s so popular.” She rolled her hips just slightly, a practiced, calculated movement that made her thighs flex against his, her chest give a faint, deliberate bounce. “I’m ready to show you exactly why you should hire me, Don,” she murmured, the words warm and inviting - even as the glint in her eyes betrayed just how much she wanted this over with. And then, without even meaning to, she found herself grinding on him in slow, lazy circles, the motion deepening the press of her body into his. Her mouth dipped close, until her glossed lips were just grazing the edge of his ear lobe, her breath hot and intimate. “Mmh…” she purred, dragging the sound out like a sigh, “I love how big and broad you are, Don… makes me feel so small… so needy…” Her hips rolled again, slow and deliberate, her breasts squishing into his chest with each shift. “...so wet." ​

 

[Ouroboros]

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​ Don Corneo's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as Tifa straddled him, her voluptuous figure pressing down on his flabby frame. He felt like he'd hit the jackpot with this one. The way she moved on him was sheer perfection, and his breath grew ragged from how close she immediately got. Clearly her work on the streets had taught Tifa well. Corneo's hands ached as they reached up to grasp her waist, his thick sausages of fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel the heat of her pussy through his pants and the thin fabric of her skirt. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, mixing with the sweetness of her perfume and the musky scent of the club. "Ooh hoo hoo, you dirty girl," he managed to get out, his voice cracking with pent up lust, as he felt the wetness seeping through. "You really know how to work it for daddy." His eyes were glued to her chest as her breasts bobbed with each roll of her hips, the buttons of his shirt straining even further. He leaned in, his own breath hot against her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "I've already got so many interesting things planned for you here," he murmured, the promise of depravity in his voice. The don's hands began to wander, sliding up her back and then down to her huge melons. He cupped one of her breasts, giving it a rough squeeze, feeling the weight of her flesh beneath his palm. His thumb brushed over the swollen peak of her nipple, teasing it through the fabric of her top. Corneo had never weighed such a full and perfect set of tits as these. Just what was in the water where this busty bimbo grew up, he wondered. Whatever it was, he needed for the rest of his crop of honey bee whores. "Small, huh? Sweetheart, there's nothing small about you" he panted, his other hand moving down to the apex of her thighs, "You might have the biggest set of fuckbags I've seen in a long time, but I'm curious now, what else makes you special? What talents do you have that make you stand out from the rest of my busy little bees?" His fingers found the hem of her skirt, tugging it up slightly to expose more of her thighs. "Because let me tell you, I've had a lot of girls audition for me, but none have ever made me feel quite like this." Corneo was already enraptured with Tifa's earlier performance and promises, but he didn't want her thinking she had him wrapped around her finger already. The don had been with enough reluctant women to know when they were putting on a facade. Tifa, he sensed, wasn't wholly sincere in the way she simpered over him. The hand on her breast grew bolder, his fingers kneading her flesh with more pressure as his other hand began to trace the outline of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her slit. "Show me," he urged, his voice a gruff whisper, "show me what you can do to make me crave you above all the others." The hand on her thigh began to inch higher, his fat thumb pressing against her clit through the flimsy barrier of her underwear. He watched her face closely, looking for any sign of resistance or discomfort, eager to push her further, to see just how far she was willing to go to secure a spot in his club. His breath grew heavier as he felt her wetness, and he couldn't resist sliding a finger beneath the elastic. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt the slickness of her folds, wanting more than anything to believe that his gorgeous woman was really into him sincerely.

 

[Starry]

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Tifa felt his greedy eyes crawling over every inch of her as she straddled him, his flabby frame squashing beneath her weight. The way he looked at her - like she was some prize slab of meat - should have made her wrinkle her nose… but instead, she gave a slow, almost lazy roll of her hips, letting her breasts sway and bounce just enough to keep him glued to her. Inside, she was cataloguing every move, every sound, every flicker in his expression - working the mark just like she’d learned in Wall Market’s backstreets. When his thick fingers dug into her waist, she let out a breathy hum, tilting her head so a hoop earring brushed against his jaw. “Mmh… you like how soft I am, Don? All yours to hold onto…” she purred, though part of her still wanted to pry his sweaty hands off her skin. She shifted her hips again, making sure the thin fabric of her skirt pressed her heat directly against the bulge she could feel beneath her - feeding his fantasy that her arousal was real. His praise - “dirty girl” - drew a sly little smile to her lips. “Only for you…” she breathed, arching her back just enough for her tits to lift and bob with every roll, the stretched band of her top threatening to surrender. When his breath hit her neck and his teeth grazed her ear, she turned what should have been a flinch into a soft, playful giggle. “Mmh… sounds like you’ve been planning something special,” she whispered, lips just brushing his ear lobe, selling the fantasy that she couldn’t wait to hear every depraved detail. His hands climbed higher, cupping the weight of her breasts and squeezing them with crude hunger. Her pulse spiked - and this time, it wasn’t all from disgust. She let her lips part, a quiet moan slipping out as his rough grip flattened her soft curves against his palms. “Bet you’ve never had a set that fills your hands like this…” she teased, her own hands sliding down to rest at his sides, fingers curling into his coat. When he asked what made her special, she leaned in until their foreheads almost touched, her thighs tightening around his lap. “I can make you forget every other girl in this place,” she murmured, low and syrupy. “Work you ‘til you don’t remember your own name… and still have you begging for more.” As his fingers tugged her skirt higher, she parted her legs a little more, showing off smooth thigh and knowing exactly how the sight would burn into him. “Mmh… you want more, Don? I’ll give you more…” she breathed, pressing forward until her tits squished against his chest, soft flesh flattening and spreading under the pressure. Then his thumb found her clit. The sharp jolt that followed sent a rush through her body - and to her shock, it wasn’t just for show. A spark of real heat curled low in her belly, her hips moving of their own accord, slow and deliberate, grinding down against his thick finger. She masked her surprise with a breathy gasp, but inside she couldn’t ignore the creeping thought: maybe there was a part of her that liked this… that liked being wanted by big, ugly, powerful men. Her lips brushed his ear again, this time trembling not with fakery, but with the ghost of real need. One hand drifted down his chest, tracing the outline of his straining shirt buttons before curling into the fur at his collar. “You’re… really not like anyone else.. are you,” she murmured, the sultry edge laced with something more raw. “You’ve got this… way of getting under my skin.” Her hips ground a little harder now, matching the rhythm of his touch, a faint whimper slipping out between her lips before she could catch it. Tilting her head, she pressed soft, wet kisses to the side of his greasy neck, each one trailing lower as she kept rolling against his finger - the slow, steady grind blurring the line between act and genuine want ​

 

[Ouroboros]

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​ "Mmm, oh my yes. So many lovely places for my greedy hands to grip," chuckled the don, enjoying Tifa's perfect curves in his hands. Her wide hips made for the perfect place to rest them, or reaching down to cup and fondle her round buttocks. Her huge, pillowy tits swallowed up even his fat, sausage fingers, Corneo sinking them into her melons through the straining fabric of her top and teasing the budding nipples he could see poking through the fabric. He was like a perverted octopus, hands flying everywhere, as if he was worried Tifa might flee at any moment, and he wanted to get to know every single inch of her curvaceous body before he lost the chance forever. His lecherous smile broke into a full grin, leaning back as he let Tifa kiss the sweat of his flabby neck, hearing her promise that she would rob him of the memory of any slut who came before her. A tall order, to say the least. Yet, Corneo had half a mind to let Tifa prove she could do it. No other woman who had so eagerly wandered into his club had ever made him so aroused. No one had a body quite like Tifa and he wanted to get to know her from her pretty little head, to the tops of her toes. Although everything in the middle was very much occupying his attention now, Corneo groping and cupping Tifa's huge melons, enjoying every bounce of wobble of them, as Tifa rolled her hips almost hypnotically. "Ooh, hoo hoo. More? Yes! More! I always want more. Gimme, gimme, gimme!" chuckled the lascivious man, groaning like a pig as Tifa grinded herself against him. The don could feel her little reactions, Tifa's own arousal betraying her when he put those lewd thoughts in her head. His fingers worked at her clit more fervently, feeling her rock back against him and sliding his fat digits inside her panties to stroke those pink folds more closely. One bulging finger pushed up inside her, curling expertly, as Don Corneo proved that he might be a rotund and terrible man, but he certainly knew his way around a woman's body. He immediately sought out Tifa's most sensitive spots, squeezing a second grubby finger inside her tight pussy when she was wet enough to fit them into her clenching walls. "Oh yes, sweetheart. I'm like no man you've ever met," he bragged, pushing hips hips up against her grinding now, really letting Tifa feel the absolutely pillar of man-meat that he had stashed in his trousers. The don was already fully hard, only tight and expensive fabric stopping him from bursting free. Tifa would be able to get a proper idea of just how big the don was, a thick, throbbing length that would rival even the chocolate studs that she probably favoured usually. He was as girthy as a can of soda and had to be at least ten or more inches, hyper-virile amounts of his pre-cum already oozing from the tip to soak into the fabric of his pants. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me, getting right on in there. In your head. Deep inside this drooling little twat," he whispered, his voice thick with heat, murmuring right over Tifa's ear. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her huge chest tight against his, thrusting his fingers deep inside her now with a steady and rapid rhythm. He gripped her hard, making sure Tifa would only be able to squirm and take the pleasure he subjected her body to.

 

[Starry]

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Tifa’s breath caught in her throat as his greedy hands roamed like he owned her, squeezing and groping every curve. His fat fingers dug into the swell of her ass, kneading her hips, before sliding up to sink into her tits, squashing the pillowy flesh until her nipples throbbed against the thin barrier of her top. She should have been used to this kind of pawing - the grabby, desperate hunger of Wall Market men - but something about the Don’s sheer, unashamed obsession made a pulse of heat roll through her. Her lips stayed locked on his sweaty neck, the taste of salt and musk thick on her tongue as she kissed lower, just like a good little Honey Bee hopeful would. Inside, she felt that same creeping surprise - how the steady bounce of her tits in his palms and the crude way he handled her was actually making her clench around nothing. God… what the hell is wrong with me? His chuckle at “more” was met with a soft, needy hum from her throat, her hips moving almost on instinct now. The harder he worked her clit, the more her movements slowed and deepened, grinding down into his touch. When his fingers finally slipped under her panties and stroked her folds, the gasp that escaped her was raw enough to make her blush - not from embarrassment, but because it was real. Then he pushed one thick finger inside her, curling it just right, and her head tipped back with a shaky exhale. “Mmh— f-fuck…” she breathed, the word spilling before she could stop it. Her thighs tightened on either side of his lap, keeping him trapped under her as he added another finger, her wetness spreading over his knuckles while her walls clenched around the intrusion. She’d been with plenty of men who were all bluster and no skill, but damn it, Corneo’s fat, grubby fingers knew exactly where to press. Each curl had her grinding down harder, until her skirt was hiked up indecently, the Don’s coat brushing over the bare curve of her ass. When he bragged about being “like no man” she’d met, her eyes fluttered half-closed, and she couldn’t help the breathless little laugh that followed. “Mmh… maybe you’re right…” she murmured, though she wasn’t sure if she was still just playing along anymore. Then she felt it - the thick, unyielding shape in his trousers pressing up into her with each thrust of his hips. Her breath hitched at the sheer size of it, and before she could think, her hips shifted to feel more of that heat and girth pressing against her. The thought that flashed through her mind made her cheeks flush - bigger than I thought… fuck… His filthy whisper over her ear made her shiver, and when his arm wrapped around her, forcing her tits tight against his chest, she let him pull her into that locked position. The steady, rapid thrust of his fingers inside her was dragging her higher, faster than she’d expected, her body starting to squirm not in protest, but in a desperate need for more. Her lips brushed his ear again, voice low and husky with genuine heat. “Mmh… god, Don… you’re gonna ruin me before I even get the job…” she whispered, grinding down onto his hand, her thighs trembling faintly with every curl of his fingers. ​

 

[Ouroboros]

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​ "Oh, sugar tits. Let's not pretend anymore," groaned Don Corneo, grinding his two fingers deep inside Tifa's drooling, wet twat. He pushed them knuckle deep, seeking out that little rough patch that he hoped would her toes curl and force Tifa to cum her brains out. "You were hired and hooked as soon as you got in my lap," he cooed, leaning back to let Tifa lick and kiss his sweaty neck and double chins, the very image of criminal-elite decadence. A woman who would normally have no cause to be draped over a man like him, and yet there she was, letting him finger-blast her slick cunt in the back of the inn and moaning for more. "I want you working here every night," he groaned, stirring his hips still in time with her own grinding, seeing how she reacted to the feeling of his throbbing man-meat pressing against her bare ass. Tifa's skirt was useless now, ridden up and bunched around her waist, the don tugging it up over her ass entirely. His hand that wasn't finger-fucking Tifa, left her huge globes, and moved down to grab a generous handful of her plush backside. It rose up suddenly and came down just as quickly, swatting her backside as Tifa rubbing it all over his crotch. A big, pink handprint glowed across her pale, bubbly cheeks, Don Corneo leaving his signature on her body as he swatted her backside and held her tight. "A perfect slut like you, squeezed into our pretty bee outfit. You'll be rolling in gil," he moaned, still picturing Tifa dressed up for him, but too busy fingering her and enjoying her body to even consider pausing and telling her to get her ass into costume. Instead he clutched the whoreishly dressed street-slut against his body, letting her soak her juices into his pants, her fat melons squished right up against his chest, and a round pot belly rubbing into Tifa's flat, athletic stomach. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Being a proper well-paid little whore for me. Imagine all the pretty things you'll be able to buy for yourself. Gold. Jewels. Furs. No more slumming it in the dark corners of Wall Market. A slut through and through but one who sleeps on a bed of gil," he growled, painting Tifa a picture of what was paradise for so many woman in the corpo-fascist world of Midgar. "Now, cum for me, you busty bimbo. Cum all over my fingers. Cream yourself like the slut you are and forget about everything that isn't being right here in my greedy arms!" Growled Corneo, squeezing a third plunging finger up inside Tifa. He pushed them in and out of her rapidly now, thrusting and curling them to draw the soft, sloppy song of her pleasure out. Every knuckle-deep pump caused her slick honey to slide down his fingers, Corneo leaning in closer and running his own wet tongue down the nape of Tifa's neck, savouring the taste of her décolletage, and reminding her that while she was squeezed in his arms like this, there was no squirming away. No escaping the ecstasy he could force onto her sensitive body.

 

[Starry]

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Tifa’s head tipped back with a sharp gasp as his fingers drove knuckle-deep inside her, curling right into that rough little spot that made her toes clench in her heels. Her thighs squeezed tight around his lap, the slow roll of her hips breaking into more urgent, needy movements. “F-fuck, Don…” she breathed, her voice trembling - not because she was faking it, but because it was actually happening. His words - hired and hooked as soon as you got in my lap - made her give a breathless laugh against his sweaty neck before dragging her tongue down over the swell of his double chin. “Mmh… maybe you’re right…” she murmured, kissing her way lower until her lips brushed the damp skin at the base of his throat, tasting salt and cologne with every flick of her tongue. When his other hand gripped her ass and smacked it hard enough to make her jolt, she let out a sharp, needy whimper, the sting blooming hot across her cheek. “Ohh… shit…” Her hips ground down harder onto his fingers, the skirt now nothing but a crumpled belt around her waist. The way he painted that picture - the bee outfit, the gil, the gold, the furs - it slipped right into her head. And gods help her, it lit something up inside. Her lips curled into a hungry smile against his neck. “Mmh… yeah… I’d look so good for you in it, Don… dripping in gold and gil, all yours…” Her voice was soaked with heat, her body rolling against him in perfect time with his hips pressing that obscene length against her bare ass. When he told her to cum, the command hit her like a spark in her veins. She gasped, clutching his coat tight in both fists as he shoved a third thick finger inside her. The sudden stretch made her back arch, her tits pressing and squashing hard against his chest as her walls clenched greedily around him. “Ahh— ffuuck—” Each rapid pump had slick spilling over his knuckles, her thighs trembling as the curl of his fingers dragged her higher and higher. His tongue on her neck sent a shiver running down her spine, her kisses faltering into little moans as the wet heat of his mouth worked over her skin. She couldn’t pull away, not that she wanted to anymore - not when that coil inside her was tightening fast, every thrust pushing her closer to breaking. “Don… I’m— ahh— I’m gonna—” she gasped, hips grinding down onto his hand with frantic need, every inch of her body shivering in his grip. Tifa’s breath came in short, broken gasps, her forehead pressing to his as his fingers pounded deep inside her, curling and dragging against every tender spot they could find. Her nails dug into his coat, knuckles whitening, her tits heaving and squishing between them as her hips bucked in frantic, needy rolls. “Don— ahhh— god, I’m— I’m cumming—” The words tumbled out in a ragged moan just as her whole body seized against him. Her thighs clamped tight around his lap, toes curling hard inside her boots as the coil inside her snapped. The rush hit her all at once - a hot, pulsing wave that tore a choked cry from her throat. Her pussy clenched around his thick fingers, milking them as slick gushed between her folds. And then, with one more brutal curl, her body betrayed her completely. A sharp cry broke from her lips as she squirted, a hot, sudden spray soaking over his fat fingers, spilling down into the fabric of his expensive trousers. The wet sound was obscene, her juices splattering against his hand and belly as her hips jerked in shuddering aftershocks. She clung to him, panting into the side of his neck, the taste of sweat still thick on her tongue. Her cheeks burned, not from shame but from the dizzying high of release, the realisation that she hadn’t just faked it - she’d given it to him, and part of her had loved it. Her lips brushed his ear, her voice shaky and low between ragged breaths. “D-Don… I’ve… I’ve never done that before… I’ve never squirted…” The admission tumbled out between gasps, equal parts stunned and needy, her hips still giving tiny, instinctive rolls against his soaked lap.​