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Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest	By : AerithMon-Kishu Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Sephiroth/Aerith Views: 3980 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Deflowering a Cetra (I do not own FF7 or the characters. Don't earn money for this)

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Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest

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Deflowering a Cetra

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You readers may see this fanfic as an evil equivalent to my other story 'The Promised Land - Aerith x Sephiroth'.

A short summary, to see if you like it. - And as a warning:

Sephiroth owns Aerith as a slave. He mustn't rob her innocence yet, because she would loose her power as a pure Cetra priestess, as the last of her kind.

After her abilities are no longer needed because the country has healed, he will use her to beget an heir.

So you can see: A lot of sex.

The Prologue has a very pervetred touch, so keep your fingers away, if you don't like that stuff.

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Prologue: The King's precious toy

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Nervously, Heidegger entered the throne room. He had been ordered to a private meeting with the King of Midgar. The emperor of all Gaia, at least that was how he and his family wanted to be called.

Sephiroth had been chosen to become the ruler once he had reached majority. His biological father passed the throne to his son. Hojo was called King but he never behaved like one. His obsession with magic had made it impossible for him to pursue government business.

Jenova had been the woman who had overthrown the house of Shinra and ruled the new empire.

She had dragged the realm into servitude and under the oppression of her tyrant family.

But now she had retreated behind her charismatic 'son' to pull the strings.

Heidegger knew nothing about the exact circumstances of Sephiroth's conception, but it was sure that Jenova had not been the one who had given birth to the prince. Jenova had shown no signs of pregnancy. Some cynics even claimed that the queen was infertile.

Heidegger himself believed that her husband, who gave her the crown, was too ugly to be able to give proper pleasure in bed.

The huge door decorated with gold closed behind him with a loud noise, he knew there was no way out until the king had what he wanted. Whatever would it be.

Heidegger tried to concentrate on the gold and red scarves, which were embroidered with the banner of the Crescent, but the black dot at the other end of the hall pulled his eyes to it.

Within seconds, Heidegger was so intimidated by his dark presence that he would have prefered to flee. But that would have certainly cost him his head.

Fortunately for him the light of the candles in the room was not bright enough to show the face that was framed by long silver strands.

First he was intimidated by the attitude of the ruler. Sephiroth sat upright, his hands resting on the armrests. He was the symbol of elegance and cool composure. His regiment was organized and rigorously well. Especially when it came to loose mouths, he knew very well how to silence them.

When he had crossed half the throne room, Heidegger had to swallow hard as usually. The king was not only powerful, but also of an exceptionally beauty, which certainly attracted not only women. The finely-cut, aristocratic face was too perfect to be human. One sign of this difference was his long silver hair that spilled across the black leather coat and the red velvet of the throne. Each strand was as if it was woven of pure moonlight and then his eyes ...

The shining Mako in them was a further indication that he was no ordinary man. His gaze was sharp and penetrating, although he let it wander above Heidegger's head.

With the raised head he exuded royal dignity, which made every careless girl happy. The devoted servant knew that the ruler didn't lack mistresses who loved to give him what he longed for.

And then there was the smile that played on his lips. It looked almost boyish and bursting full of unused power. Something must have happened that the ruler looked greatly inspired.

When he was only a few feet away from him, he could see the masculine physique of the man well. The muscles that was barely concealed by the open leather jacket, were trained and distinguished clearly visible beneath the pale skin. His chest rose and fell slowly. So it was not a bad event, Heidegger had been invited for.

All in all, he seemed ... satisfied. That was a good sign. If the mood of the ruler was positive, he had not to fear losing his head.

Heidegger performed a submissive gesture, and waited for orders, but as they did not come, he asked: "You called for me, Your Majesty."

The king's eyes were now focused on the servant.

"I want to show you something." Sephiroth began with a lascivious grin.

"Aerith, come to me." Heidegger looked towards the red velvet curtains, which slid to the side. A young woman with long, curly hair entered. Her smooth pace made the barely tamed, brown strands play around her waist. The thin silk shirt that underlined her female features and realved more than it hid was irritation enough - but her eyes! From such an intense green and an unique beauty that it even outshined Sephiroth's Mako-coloured irises.

"A Cetra?" Heidegger asked, although he already knew the answer. Sephiroth kept her around? Just for fun? Did he even know how dangerous she was ...?

"The last of her kind and she serves me." He let out a contented sigh when he ordered her to come with a gesture. "I have broken her several months ago. Now she is no longer a threat, just a willing toy which I can use whenever I'm in the mood." He performed a command with his hand. "On your knees," he ordered with a cold, domineering voice, as the girl began to tremble. He should probably soon replace the manipulation spell...

With almost pleading eyes, she looked at him. "Your Majesty, I beg you ..."

"Shut up, woman. I did not allow you to speak." Then without another word he opened his leather pants.

Aerith looked at him with pleading eyes, but finally she submitted and took it out with her delicate hands. Carefully, she enveloped his hard manhood with her fingers and leaned forward to take it into her mouth.

"But if you own a Cetra and she ... serves you, but then you have certainly ..."

Was that a question? Sephiroth lusted after young, tender flesh and took it, if he wanted to.

"I haven't used her that way, not yet ..." His grin was lecherous as he leaned back in his throne.

"That took all my strength. An innocent Cetra is too precious. I'll use a little for my purposes. Although she looks so childlike and inexperienced, she has become a very good whore after my... treatment. Her delicate fingers and heavenly lips are helping me get over the time in which she must still remain a virgin. " He looked at the body of the young woman with pleasure, while her head moved back and forth faster and faster.

"But when she outlived her political usefullness, her body will serve me in the bedroom."

The young woman stopped briefly and then kept going. Oh yes, he would certainly soon be forced to renew the spell.

"I also have no heir to my throne. The man who has sired me, and the woman, whose cells I carry, are already very keen on a son." Jenova bugged him almost every night with it. But he himself was still young and strong, what should he fear?

"What is her purpose, besides this ..." he nodded to the girl, who now enveloped the king's masculinity with one hand while her tongue circled the upper part. Heidegger winced. How could the lustful King remain so calm during this treatment? Entirely composed?

Even in his face was no sign of what was just done to his lower body region. Only the brief flicker of Mako in his eyes revealed the pleasure he felt at that moment.

"ACetra, as you probably know, can heal the land. And Midgar badly needs this. Our entire area is fruitless and barren. Where green meadows bloomed a few years ago now is desert. Her mere presence will give the country new energy.“ He stroked gently over the young woman's hair and smiled.

"Although she is only a half-breed, her forces are very incredible. And as long as I do not rob her innocence, they are mine. In a few months, my kingdom will be strong enough to ride into battle against the West. The rest will be a cinch. The remaining countries will submit to my crown and then ... I am the undisputed ruler of the sweet nectar and can sample some of this flower. Then I won't have to wait a long time until she gives birth to an heir." He finished the gentle caress of her head and clutched her hair. Before he moved her head back and forth, enjoying the tears in her eyes. "And then I will indulge myself in pure bliss." He spoke in a hoarse voice before he threw his head back with eyes half closed, mouth slightly opened. "Swallow it all," he ordered, only before he pressed her against his groin as hard as possible. Sephiroth knitted his eyebrows and moaned softly, barely audible. His sigh was quickly drowned out by the flower girl's frantic wail who tried to swallow everything.

Heidegger could not help but stare at the spectacle.

Aerith was eagerly trying not to wast a drop. And he was sure that she did not do it voluntarily.

When he was finished, she dropped her head in shame.

"Look at me," he ordered with an icy voice, and she obeyed.

Oh, how he enjoyed the sight of her defiled face. His semen dripped from her chin and her eyes were full of tears.

"Go and clean yourself."

After this sentence Aerith stormed out of the throne room, sobbing.

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Just for you to know for the next chapters.

This prologue happens in... well... it's the future.

The next chapter will be Aerith brought to Sephiroth who shows her to his mother. Jenova lusts for a heir and the Cetra is more than perfect for that task.

You may look at the german version for more details, as a spoiler ^^

And thx to Jasmin for proof-reading. You know exactly what I mean. *evil grin*

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