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

[Starry]

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Tifa stayed there for a moment, catching her breath, her cheek pressed into the bedding as the musky heat of his release still pooled deep inside her. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, feeling that slow, lewd trickle start to slide out of her. When Corneo gave her ass that pat and told her to clean him, she lifted her head, lips already parting in a slow, submissive smile. She pushed herself up onto her knees, the stinger swaying behind her, and crawled toward him with her bracelets clinking softly in the dim light. Her eyes dropped the moment she reached him, zeroing in on that fat, glistening shaft - slick with their combined mess, veins glistening under the wet sheen, a heavy droplet hanging at the tip. She bit her lip in a way that was almost instinct, the bimbo ponytail bouncing as she lowered herself down between his spread legs. “Mmhh… daddy made such a mess on himself,” she murmured, deliberately letting her breath warm the head before her tongue came out for a slow, flattening lick along the underside. The salt and musk hit her instantly - filthy and overpowering - but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she gave a soft little moan, playing into it, rolling her tongue as if savouring something decadent. She worked him with slow, wet strokes of her mouth, her lips gliding down the softened length, gathering every drop of slickness she could find. When she reached the base, her hands slid underneath to cup the weight of his hairy sack, rolling them in her palms before leaning in to suck one into her mouth. “Mmhh… all of it clean for you,” she mumbled around him, flicking her tongue across the seam, her hoops swaying forward to brush against his thighs. She didn’t rush, alternating between long, greedy sucks at his balls and messy, audible licks up and down his shaft, leaving him shining with spit. When he mentioned his ass, her lashes fluttered, and she glanced up at him from under her brow, the picture of a slut eager to please. “If daddy wants it… daddy gets it,” she purred, before trailing her tongue down past his balls, dragging it along that seam until she was teasing lower, her lips brushing him there without hesitation. The honey-scented lube caught her eye as he held it up, and her smirk turned knowing. “You want your little bee ready for everything, huh?” she breathed, leaning in to kiss the inside of his thigh before coming back up, her hand stroking along his spit-slick length. When he brought up “sorting the problem out,” Tifa’s eyes lingered on him for a beat too long - her lips still curved, but there was something unreadable in them. She didn’t answer right away, only leaning in to give the head of his cock a soft, slow kiss. Inside, though… she felt that hot, dangerous coil of thought again. She wasn’t on anything. Couldn’t afford it. And after the way he’d filled her, there was no way the risk wasn’t real. She should have cared. Should have felt panicked. But right now, kneeling there with his taste still thick on her tongue, the thought only made her thighs press tighter together. Her lips dragged slowly along his length one last time, leaving him wet and glistening before she let him slip free with a faint pop. She sat back on her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at him with that obedient, honeyed tone he clearly wanted to hear. “If… if it happens,” she murmured, the smallest hitch in her voice betraying that it wasn’t a thought she liked, “I’ll… take care of it. Just like you want.” Her eyes dipped away, almost shy, but her body stayed right there between his legs - still close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from her flushed skin. She forced a little smile back onto her lips, “I told you… daddy gets whatever he wants,” ​

 

[Ouroboros]

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​ Don Corneo's lecherous gaze never left Tifa's body. He watched her eagerly clean his cock and balls, her tongue lapping away the residue of their encounter with a hungry enthusiasm that made his cock stir back to life. "Ahh, yes, that's a good girl," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head, pushing her closer to his groin as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth and tongue on him. He took another puff of his cigar, the smoke swirling around them in the dimly lit room, ever the symbol of utter decadence that he was. An overweight and filthy rich man, having his cock licked clean by a young woman who should have run for the hills the moment he looked at her. "You're such a natural," he said, his voice dripping with that objectifying and perverted glee that he seemed to utter every word with. "Such a good girl." Corneo leaned back, spreading his legs wider and slapped his hand against his thigh, feeling her mouth leaving his hairy sack and going lower, just confirming that the don got what he wanted. Tifa clearly didn't need further encouragement. He felt her dragging her tongue all the way down to his tight, hairy asshole, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin, tasting the sweat and rich earthy flavour of him. She would feel his body tense and then relax, his breath hitching in his throat as she worked him over with her mouth, proving she was more than willing to go the extra mile for her daddy. "Mm, you're going to make a fine little bee," he said, his hand sliding into her hair and holding her in place as he began to move his hips slightly, pushing dirty donut closer to her face. "Now, I want to see how much of this," he held up the lubricant, "you can handle." He squeezed a generous amount onto his thumb and sat up. Corneo reached down her body, going around the big wobbling stinger and tugging the leotard aside, keeping it in place by hooking it around the curve of one of her bubbly, ass cheeks. He began to massage it into her ass, watching her expression for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. "Good girl, you're going to make daddy so proud," he told her, rubbing the honey-scented lube around her own ring, then starting to push his grubby fingers inside. "That's right. If you get knocked up," he repeated, his voice a low growl, "you know what you have to do." "Your figure is so perfect," he said, his gaze raking over her curvy body, "I wouldn't want anything to spoil it," he said, nodding along as Tifa pushed aside any misgivings and informed him that she would take care of the issue if she became pregnant. He continued to probe her ass as he spoke, Corneo stretching that tight ring to get her ready for the much thicker goal of his throbbing fuckrod. At the same time, Tifa would know that this man who had laid claim to her, he wasn't going to stop filling her whenever he wanted. She might make the issue go away this time but whenever she was with Don Corneo, the lecherous mob boss was going to relish pumping her full of his baby batter.

 

[Starry]

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Tifa’s lips still tingled from what she’d just done, the taste of him stubbornly clinging to her tongue no matter how much she swallowed. Cleaning his ass with her mouth had left her flushed and breathless, heart hammering in her chest - not just from the filth of it, but from how it made her feel. Dirty. Owned. And so much wetter than she wanted to admit. Her hips shifted and the quiet jingle of her bangles caught the air, the faint sway of her big gold hoops brushing her neck as she adjusted on her knees. Between her thighs, his thick spend was still oozing out in slow, molten dribbles, slicking her inner thighs and dripping onto the bed in tiny strings that clung to her skin. Every subtle movement made her aware of the mess inside her - his mess - and the heat pooling there. Cool air hit her when he hooked the leotard aside, the bee stinger bouncing lightly above her ass. A sudden, generous squirt of honey-scented lubricant kissed her tight, clenching ring, making her gasp. The cold sting made her shiver even as her mind replayed the raw memory of her tongue swirling lower and lower until she’d been lapping at him like a shameless slut. She felt herself pulse, a needy ache blooming in her belly. “Mmmnhhh—oh fuck… after what I just did… you can’t… you’re never gonna fit in there,” she moaned, voice shaky, torn between dread and the molten heat curling deeper inside her. The first thick finger pressed in and she bit her lip hard, the intrusion stretching her stubbornly tight hole, making her hips jerk forward. The subtle weight of her bangles slid down her forearms with the movement, chiming softly in the thick, musky air. Every twist of his knuckle reminded her of the rough texture of him on her tongue - and how it had made her clench around nothing in shameful want. The slick squelch of lube mixing with his movement filled the air, and she was already pushing back into his hand despite herself. “You’re… too big… nnnnhhh…” she whined, knuckles white on the mattress. The second finger followed, pushing in alongside the first, the stretch sharper now, but so much fuller. Her toes curled, her wetness - still rich with his cum - smearing against the base of his hand with each involuntary grind. “Ohhh… you’re gonna ruin me back there…” she murmured, ponytail swaying as she fought the urge to look back - and yet her ass was already rolling back into him, clenching greedily around his fingers. Every movement sent another wave of heat through her, fed by the filthy memory of what she’d just done to him, the weight of her jewellery swaying with each grind, and how much she hated that it only made her want more. ​

 

[Ouroboros]

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​ Don Corneo cackled wickedly at Tifa's whines and moans, his fat fingers pumping in and out of her tight hole with a growing enthusiasm. "Nonsense. I can feel how eager you are to be filled," he said, swatting aside Tifa's concerns that his dick, which had almost broken her tight little cunt, was not going to fit in her ass. "But if you don't learn to take it like the good little whore you are, I'll never squeeze myself in there. And that would be a real shame, wouldn't it?" Showing off his surprising agility and strength again, Corneo took hold of Tifa's body once more. He flipped Tifa onto her back, the big rubber bee stinger bobbing between her legs and getting trapped under her ass, making it sit lifted up a little on the bed. Corneo made Tifa watch as he got up on the bed, the springs groaning, his flabby body wobbling as he planted one foot either side of her head. Corneo positioned himself over her face, lowering himself down until he had assumed her position from before, sat right over Tifa's face, his balls hung down like a pair of ripe plums and dragging across her face and mouth. "Now, lick my balls," he ordered, his voice like gravel, "and make sure you get them nice and wet. Don't neglect the ass either." He completed his order by reaching down between her legs and delivering a playful but still firm slap to her sensitive and well-fucked pussy. Don Corneo then took his cock in hand, sliding it between her tits, the slickness from her earlier efforts mingling with the new coat of lube. "Hold them together," he grunted, "and show daddy how good you can be. I've wanted to slide between these fat udders from the moment you bounced inside the Inn earlier." With one hand keeping his cock between her tits, Corneo reached down with the other, trailing it down her stomach and over her mound, leaving a sticky path of lubricant. He didn't give her any warning before his lubed fingers found her pussy, sliding inside with ease thanks to the mess she'd made earlier. "Mmm, still so tight and wet," he murmured, pumping her with his digits as he watched his cock disappear and reappear between her tits. Corneo didn't linger on her slick little twat however. Instead, he slipped them free and trailed down to where her ass was waiting again. His fingers were now coated in a mixture of the honeyed lube and her own love juices. The don wasted no time pushed two thick fingers back into her ass, leaning over her body as he squatted like some fat toad over her face, smothering Tifa with his balls and hairy ass hole. He grunted with pleasure as he thrust into the deep valley of her cleavage, plunging sticky fingers into her stretched ring.

 

[Starry]

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The weight over her face pinned her there, smothering her in the humid, heady musk until every breath was through the thick heat of it. Tifa’s big gold hoops brushed and clinked faintly against the taut skin of his thighs, her bangles sliding down her forearms as her hands pressed into her own chest, squeezing her tits tighter around the length rutting through. At first her tongue only darted out in cautious flicks, tasting the salt on his skin - but the more she moved, the more the flavour clung to her lips, the more it worked its way into her head. Her licks got longer, sloppier, tracing bold circles over the heavy weight sagging against her mouth, the tip pushing down to the seam beneath and dragging upward until she reached the ridge. She sucked one of them into her mouth just enough to feel the stretch of skin, her jaw aching as her tongue swirled slow and filthy around it before letting it slip free with a wet smack. Her chest was heaving now, the leotard tugged down far enough that her nipples grazed the slick girth gliding between them. Down below, his slick fingers spearing back into her ass had her hips rolling up against them, not just in reaction but searching for that stretch. Every push had her clenching, squeezing in greedy little pulses, the honey-scented lube and the mess still leaking from her pussy combining into a shameless, slippery heat that dripped down over the curve of her ass. “Mmmhf… filthy… tastes so fuckin’ dirty…” she mumbled against the hot weight swaying over her lips, voice muffled but soaked in lust. “Can’t believe I’m… nghhh— licking this… and getting wet…” Her words dissolved into a breathy whimper when his fingers pushed deeper, the spread forcing her to moan into him. “Ffff— stretch me… I’ll… I’ll take it…” She let her tongue drag lower again, right along the cleft, tasting the raw, earthy flavor she’d been trying not to think about - and hating how much she wanted more. Her thighs shivered at the taste, her clit throbbing as the flavor coated her mouth, a low, hungry sound rumbling from her throat. “God— it’s so bad… and I can’t stop…” she panted into him, the confession spilling out without thought. Her bangles rattled faintly as she pushed her tits tighter, spit drooling down from her mouth to slick the underside of the shaft between them. Her tongue got bolder with each pass, lashing slow and hot across every inch she could reach, almost savouring it now - the taste, the heat, the way her pussy was still oozing his cum in a warm trickle that ran over the backs of her thighs. Her shame was still there, but it was drowned under the molten pulse between her legs, her body betraying her with every moan, grind, and filthy, muffled promise she let slip into the dark heat above her face. ​

 

[Ouroboros]

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​ Don Corneo chuckled more at Tifa's muffled words, his fat body jiggling with amusement. "That's the spirit, slut," he said, finger-fucking her tight ring as he listened to her moaning and mewling, lamenting at what an indecent whore she'd become for him. "You're doing such a good job. I knew you'd be perfect for me. Just look at you, begging to be used." He continued to thrust his cock between her tits, his balls and ass hole dragging over her mouth as he went, pre-cum milked out of his tip to dribble onto her belly. "I knew right away that a girl like you would just get wetter and wetter when you're doing something really dirty," he taunted, his fingers delving into her ass with renewed vigour. "And by the way your pussy is drooling onto the bed, I'd say you're absolutely loving this. What a filthy filthy girl." He leaned down, his balls smother her face, his ass right over her nose as he forced Tifa to drown in his rich and intoxicating, unwashed musk. "You're going to take it all, aren't you? Every inch of me in your tight little ass.". Corneo didn't even wait for an answer, instead adding a third one joining the other two, stretching her tight hole further still, lubed by her the honey, her own pussy juices leaking out, and the sticky load he had already dumped inside her. He didn't seem to care about her discomfort, his only concern was his own pleasure. "You're going to make it fit," he said, his voice a low growl. "Because if you don't, daddy will need to find some terrible way to punish you". With a grunt, Corneo withdrew his fingers from her ass and used them to scoop up more lube from the jar on the bedside table. He shifted himself off her, letting Tifa finally catch her breath properly. Corneo grinned lecherous down at her prone form, smirking to show he knew how drunk she was on her shameful submissive to him. The don smeared the honey lube all over his cock, the shiny goo making his enormous length glisten and drip with it. Corneo made sure to lather up every inch in that sweetly-scent substance, making it look even more obscene. He took his time, enjoying the sight of Tifa's face, as she lay there in her slutty outfit, building the anticipation and letting her look at that enormous pillar of manmeat he was about to try and squeeze into her ass. Don Corneo then flopped down on the bed again, his weight making it creak and Tifa bounce slightly. He spread his legs and beckoned to her. "Come to daddy, my sweet little queen bee. I want you on top. I know you can do it," he reassured her, his words warm but his smile wide and perverted. "Just take your time and lower that tight hole down onto my and ride me until I fill your guts with my big, sticky load".