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The Promised Land	By : AerithMon-Kishu Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Sephiroth/Aerith Views: 3106 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: "A female Ancient does not become sexually mature until body and mind come to the conclusion ... that the right man can provide... the seed. " (I do not own FF7 or the characters. Don't earn money for this)

Chapter List
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The Promised Land

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Aerith x Sephiroth

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Finally it happens. They will become one.

I have sliced the chapter into halves because my beta reader and I haven't finished the rest yet AND because it is simply too long XD My german readers were so exhausted after 44 pages that I understood that the longest sex chapter in history cannot be read as one whole thing ^^ XD (Sorry, that length thing was a challenge with some friends ^^ They wanted 30 pages XD)

Thx to DarkHeianPrincess and V0id for beta reading.

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Be sure, it is not only thrusting and pumping.

There is longing, romance, and soul connecting love ^^

And I want to say that it fills me with so much pride and happiness that over 12.000 people have read only this story of mine so far ^^ I wanted to upload it as a celebration chapter but it was too late XD

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And there is someone that I want to thank for inspiring meKateTheGreat and her songs to which I was listening to while writing it.

Especially „Aerith Theme", „Rose of May", „Beyond the Shards", „The Place I'll Return To Someday"and „I'll Follow You into the Dark".

I've used these songs to concentrate on the birth chapters too and I hope it does not scare her XD

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So, all in all:

I proudly present the longest chapter in my story (both parts double my word count ^^)

Have fun with the Sex God Sephiroth

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Pls, review ^^ Especially when you found a mistake! It is all my pride and I want it to be perfect ^^ (Just open the "review window" and put in everything you see while reading ^^ Remembering is impossible XD)

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Chapter 9: Deflowering a Cetra - part I

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This night was the night. Aerith would lose her virginity to Sephiroth, a man who without batting an eyelash had recently impaled her on his sword.

Now he would impale her again, only this time it would be with another weapon, the weapon of a man. And it would be done in mutual consent.

Aerith was sure that Sephiroth would treat her virginal body with the greatest caution. Nevertheless, this knowledge could not drive out the fear of the pain that awaited her.

The young woman had seen how well this man was armed. And that combined with his well-toned body...Aerith harbored no doubt that it could be a very long night.

Nervously, she neatly draped her silk nightgown around herself.

She wanted to please Sephiroth; her body should please him...just as his pleased her.

The thin white cloth of her gown hid the minute view of her lace panties, which too, were virginal white. Herhair elaborately coiffed didn't really suit her. Everything about her had to be downright screaming virgin.

That day at noon, she still wanted to make sure that he really took her in the evening. That he was so consumed by her, as she was since her experience in the lake.

But now she was afraid of the lover he would be tonight.

Sephiroth splashed some water on his face, wiped it off, and looked in the mirror again. The lecherous grin that looked back at him as was now clearer than ever. This expression he had never had in his eyes. Never before had the Mako in them blazed with such overwhelming desire.

His grin, which unusually reached his eyes, was like the gaze of a cat that was sure of its prey and was now moving stealthily to ambush its victim. In this case, the prey waited for Sephiroth in the next room, anticipating his proud manhood to tear away her innocence and purity. He immediately felt uncomfortable at the bulge of his leather pants, the proof of his eagerness to fulfill his intent. The unique moment when he would break through her barrier, in which her skin would close for the first time around his manhood, until he received his long-awaited salvation.

Sephiroth attempted to hide his lust for her delicate and pure body, trying to put on a mask, but he did not succeed. The silver-haired man was not sure if Aerith, full of fear, would leave as soon as their eyes met. She was like an innocent lamb that was waiting for a big party, unaware that it was the sacrifice itself. But no, he would not deal with it. Certainly not.

Sephiroth would give her everything he had. And he had a lot to offer. She would beg for his cock until he was finished with her. Aerith would drown in the pleasure in which he drowned her.

But as soon as he stepped through the door, every good intention vanished as if it never was. Her nervous figure in that translucent nightgown, with such innocent and yet expectant eyes, aroused in him an unexpected lust. It was almost as if once again his dark side took possession of him, when his mother would command him to take this woman ruthlessly until there was nothing pure left in her. But this time it was his own inner voice that drove him wild and he could not deny himself this chance.

He took a step toward her and immediately felt how unbearably tight his pants were.

Concealing his discomfort, he welcomed her gently and smiled. Irritated, he noted that, instead of giving a reply, she recoiled. Sephiroth cursed himself for his lustful gaze and sat down in the big chair at the table to distract him for a moment. He took the wine bottle in his hand, which she had placed there prior, and looked at the label; an excellent vintage, which she had bought earlier that day.

When he heard a rustling, he turned his gaze back on the bed and nearly whined.

Aerith had sat so that her left arm covered her breasts and the knees hid her femininity. It made him almost mad.

"Sephiroth ..."

How his name was aspirated made him wince. What would it be like if she moaned his name loud and full of lusty, unbridled screaming?

The very idea was too much for him. Now he had only two options: Either he seized his chance and showed her what kind of man he was in bed; or he left the room and thus spared her chastity, which he had not earned on such thoughts.

He looked at his hands, in which were still clasping the wine bottle. He was glad that he couldn't see his arousal in his pants due to the bottle obscuring his view. Sweat glistened on his bare arms, and already his muscular chest rose and fell rapidly with excitement.

What should he do? Such a pure creature as Aerith did not deserve to be tainted by her own murderer.

"Do you want to open the wine or not?" Her challenging voice echoed in his ear.

Confused, he looked back to the bed. Aerith had jumped over her shadow and looked at him now with a mischievous grin. However, she still glistened with apprehension; something expected of such an inexperienced woman.

"Certainly." Sephiroth uncorked the bottle and poured out the deep red liquid. When the wine filled the crystal glass, his chaotic heartbeat steadied. It was a familiar sight, of which he promised relaxation. The light of the candles fell through the red liquid and tossed a beautiful play of colors on the dark wooden table.

Then he walked slowly toward the bed, with his leather pants still constricting him. Even though his chest was bare, he felt so hot.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, he finally dared to look at her. His gaze wandered from her toes on her slender legs to her shapely hips and narrow waist. His eyes lingered there briefly, hesitating before continuing upward. Then he collected himself and looked at her breasts, which in the fine fabric looked particularly alluring. Panicked, he stifled a gasp and tried to find comfortable position to sit. He put one leg bent onto the sheet; the other he laid out flat, so that his maleness had more space.

Then he felt ready to look her in the eye.

"Aerith ..." While his lips formed the letters, his voice was barely audible. She was beautiful, her eyes full of expectation ... so full of ... trust ... and love ...

Sephiroth's conscience warred with him. A part of him wanted to protect her purity from himself, whilst the other side was already imagining things that would distort that angelic face with delight.

"Thank you." Aerith took the glass from his outstretched hand and raised it as if to present a toast. "On this night?" She needed to know if he was ready to handle her undefiled body with the utmost care.

Sephiroth was not able to stir himself. His eyes were sunk deep into hers. They had the green color of the nature of the planet. Ethereal and so full of life...

Aerith could not help but drown in his glowing Mako eyes. It was as strong as the lifeblood of the planet, filling his veins and giving him power she could only dream of... force that he would use to thrust into her. Aerith shivered slightly at the thought. She realized what he was trying to hide. The bulge in his pants looked threatening to her. However, she swallowed her doubts. She wanted to show him that she was ready for him, that she was no longer a child, but the woman her body appeared to be.

Sephiroth had meanwhile collected himself. He had to answer, otherwise it would be a rejection, and he may never again get the chance.

"On this night." He then said with a lustful grin that made the blood in her veins freeze while at the same time igniting a blazing inferno of desire in her core.

Somewhat uncertain, Aerith lifted the glass and then looked at the liquid therein. But before she could put it to her lips, Sephiroth held her hand tightly, put aside her glass and looked at her with a mischievous grin that sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. He took a slow sip of his wine and leaned over her. Instinctively, Aerith sank into the pillows beneath her.

Sephiroth then sealed her mouth with his. And when they both opened their lips, the sweet, heavy liquid flowed on her tongue. When Sephiroth finally broke the kiss, Aerith swallowed down the wine and then savored the full aftertaste. While the warmth spread throughout her body, she licked her lips to luxuriate in the remaining flavor.

Sephiroth had to avert his eyes from her face. Unconsciously, they just made him even hotter ... He had to restrain himself. Oh, it would cost all his self-control, to treat her gently. To distract himself, he put the glass to his lips again.

After drinking the first sip on his own, he immediately felt like the extreme pressure in his pants was a little weaker and he relaxed. Thus, the sex would be more than just a few minutes of painful pleasure.

When he again saw Aerith's eyes, she had already emptied half of her glass. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes looked dreamy.

Hoping to drink a little courage, he did the same, but then put the half-filled glasses on the bedside table. The last thing Sephiroth wanted was to experience her first time intoxicated with alcohol, and not, as he preferred, intoxicated with love and lust.

When they were finished with the first round, he would prepare her with the rest of the wine and hungry kisses for the next.

When he heard the clink of glasses when resting them on the table, he only became aware that he was trembling with tension. Desperate, he forced himself to relax, and gave his hands something to do.

If he already shuddered in pleasure, then it was only fair that they also did this.

When their eyes met again, ideas were aroused in him, which were quickly linked to a plan, as he again looked at her thin clothes.

And he would follow this plan with meticulous precision. He would play with her.

Aerith did not know what to think of his gaze. Sephiroth gazed at her as he was about to descend upon her. Nervously, the young woman hid her body, but the silver-haired man shook his head, and grinning, pushed her arm to the side.

"Why so shy? I've already seen it all. And there is no reason to be ashamed." He spoke with a velvety voice, as he once again embedded her body on the pillow and his fingers gently stroked her cheek. He ran his hand under her chin and held her head in position, as he lowered his lips to hers.

Aerith enjoyed it, to feel his skin on hers and closed his eyes as he came closer to her face.

She had expected a kiss full of passion and hunger, but Sephiroth surprised her with his gentleness. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and tender. It was not a greedy kiss or a clenching of the unbridled advance of the tongue. This kiss was a foretaste of what he would later do with her whole body. The tentative teasing of his tongue was like the penetration of a male pounding into a virgin body.

Aerith moaned at the thought, leaning into the kiss and wrapping her left arm around Sephiroth to press him even closer to her body. This seemed to surprise him, because he remained briefly before kissing her intimately with a grin.

As his body, half bent over her, pushed closer to her right side, he avoided to push his erection against her thigh. That would be too much for him at the moment.

But Aerith seemed to think otherwise. Before he could react, she ran her fingers around his rock hard torso, down to his leather pants. The flesh of his tenderness was being squeezed so hard and was soon to be released in happy anticipation. However, before, Aerith could stroke his entire length down; Sephiroth had grabbed her hand and pressed it with the other above her head. Then he slid between her legs and growled darkly, "Be careful, Flower girl...if you tease me too much...I cannot guarantee that you survive this night..."

To prove his point, he pressed his pulsating member against her belly and moaned loudly as his strong desire threatened his boundaries.

Aerith felt totally helpless beneath his weight bearing down on her.

For a moment she lost control of herself and clung to his muscular shoulders.

In response, Sephiroth pressed his lips to her to stifle her groan in a passionate kiss. He ran his hand through Aerith's silky hair and secured her head.

Then he slipped further down, eliciting a growl in her throat, licking tenderly over her delicate skin. Sephiroth breathed in her sweet floral scent, which further strengthened his blazing desire.

Without being able to stop himself, he pushed the filmy nightgown up and pulled it over her shoulder. Then, he attacked her bare belly and felt the goose bumps that formed there, which were certainly not from the cold. With his tongue, he caressed her navel, enjoying her sharp intake of air.

Finally he sent a trail of kisses down to her sex, immediately recognizing the moisture. He inhaled her scent and growled with desire. Oh, how he longed to see the body of this woman, this innocent little Cetra, who offered herself to him so willingly.

Sephiroth would reveal his talent for lovemaking, and show her how wonderful life beyond virginity could be.

His hunger for her was unsurpassed. This sweet little Cetra should belong to him and him alone.

Playfully, he moved his finger along her entrance, teasing her with his thumb. He extracted a groan from her as she looked down where he caressed her flower, a grin spreading across his lips.

Blood tinted Aerith's cheeks with a rosy hue, though not from shame. She was willing to accept what Sephiroth offered. Oh, and what he had to offer. His fingers were so tender and ignited with their softness a fire between her legs, which threatened to burn her.

The Dark Angel took his time teasing her entrance without penetrating. Moisture coated his fingers and his mouth curled in a lustful grin. Inexperienced women like Aerith were overwhelmed ever so fast, by what he could offer.

Actually, he had promised himself that his maleness should be the first thing she felt inside her, but in the face of present circumstances ... Aerith had to be prepared for his size slowly, step by step.

He gently pushed his middle finger and immediately felt her flinch. It might feel strange for her, but her lusty gasp left no doubt that she liked it. Her entrance twitched expectantly around him and her hips moved in circles with his hand.

In reply, he bent his fingers and looked for the point to which he was able to steal her mind. Sephiroth wanted to avoid having to perform quick thrusts, as it could otherwise destroy her innocence too early.

Sephiroth was enjoying the tightness around his finger and wondered what bliss it would cause him, when he sank his manhood deep within her.

Just thinking about it made his maleness throb with desire.

Within seconds, Sephiroth had figured out how he brought her body to melt under his touch. She was like butter in his hand. So inexperienced...so innocent.

His movements brought forth another moan from Aerith's throat, caressing her again until she could feel nothing but his fingers, sending her up in flames.

Sephiroth knew when to stop the stimulation, to change the rhythm. And so he left his sweetheart in a devilishly sweet suspense, never far enough to reach to the sky.

Oh, his little angel was beautiful, so feminine, so rankly. He could almost taste her fertility. The previously suppressed animal in him wanted to fill her tender body with his seed, and prove his manhood with an act of procreation. The darkness in him was so tempting, full of pride over a new life growing within her. Life he had created himself. The heir of the legendary General Sephiroth.

This thought made the beast growl lustfully.

"Please!" Aerith cried tortured, as the sound of her blood pulsed in her ears.

"Please what?" he asked with a dark, velvety laugh, while his fingers were playing incessantly on her gender.

"Take me. Sephiroth, I beg you, I want to feel you at last." Aerith could not help but to beg. Her body instinctively knew his maleness and his ability to fill her entrance were exactly what she needed, what she truly craved.

"I will grant you your wish," he finally spoke with a wicked voice.

Sephiroth was secretly glad that his turn had finally come. His throbbing erection was more than just painful.

And so he stood up to her and stroked his hair in the movement behind his shoulder, which had hidden his manhood before her eyes. She should not be intimidated constantly so only by his endowment before, but...

Now Aerith stared at his maleness through a haze of lust, but one could see the familiar panic in her eyes. However, she overcame her fear and she pushed herself upward with one arm on the bed in order to engage her with his masculinity.

Sephiroth gritted his teeth and let her do. It was important that Aerith should get used to his erection.

Full of curiosity, she ran her fingers up the underside of his shaft, eliciting a gasp of air from Sephiroth. Oh, it was pure torture for him. But he tried to keep quiet.

/ So velvety soft and yet so big and hard ... / His maleness seemed to Aerith as a single contrast. The skin was so thin and vulnerable, but at the same time the shaft seemed strong and full of desire.

Aerith put her fingers around the him - or at least tried it. / It is so huge ... /

Earlier she'd been a begging, pleading creature, but had now turned into a kind of discoverer who curiously explored the terrain.

At the very moment when her hand began to move up and down, completely fascinated by it. As she pushed the skin over the hard center, Sephiroth groaned out loud. That was just too much for him. He needed her - now! Otherwise, he would release on her hand.

"Aerith. I ..." He could not. "I cannot wait any longer. But ... I want you to decide how fast we go forward." He leaned over her and positioned his male organ at her feminine entrance. While it was a very uncomfortable position in the long run, but maybe that would be enough to curb his appetite a little. Then, the silver-haired man replaced her hand, which she had earlier withdrawn from shock, upon his arousal again.

Aerith instantly understood. With her hand she had at least a little more control, when he was suddenly engulfed with desire. If she lifted her hip a little, he could sink in easily.

It took all her courage to position his masculinity in the right place, and he moved his hips so that his head pressed against her entrance. Again, that thought returned to her. / He's so big. Will it really fit ...? Oh, nothing ventured, nothing gained! Come on, Aerith. Do not be a coward. He is so careful with you. Now it's time for a return. That's what you wanted! For your beautiful angel to take you like a real man takes his wife. To finally be the mature woman who knows what she wants and is not afraid of this ... thing... /

And she pressed her groin even further upward. / It is not so bad./ She thought, when at last his whole head was immersed inside her. But now there was something of an obstacle in the way. Aerith pushed his manhood deeper, however, felt no progress but only an unpleasant pain, all while trying to stretch it, but it failed. So she let his maleness slip in again, at least what had been fit well. And tried again, and again. But each time this barrier that had been stretched to breaking point, was still in the way.

Sephiroth gritted his teeth together, but then could not help himself, moaning loudly. It was more of an animalistic noise, barely a human sound ... The beast had caught the delectable scent of young prey - and it would taste it now.

"Aerith ..." Sephiroth growled, although he tried to rein his voice for her sake.

"I cannot help it. Please, forgive me. I need you so much. Let me take your innocence." He straightened up and looked at her with such a pleading expression in his eyes that she just nodded, which made him sigh with relief.

Sephiroth avoided holding her hands above her head with his, as he usually did. She should be able to defend herself if necessary.

Nevertheless, he held her hips, so she would be still at the crucial moment. When Sephiroth put his knees under her thighs, her legs instinctively wrapped around him, and he tested the movement of his hips.

Sephiroth then again positioned himself in front of her womanhood and pushed inside, until he came across the barrier. One last time he looked into her lovely eyes, searching for approval to move forward.

With a nod she gave her brave consent and allowed him to continue.

And then finally it happened. Her beautiful angel plunged himself deep into her virginal body. The shock surged through her just as expected. His maleness broke through her skin, however, he was not immersed in her at full length.

Sephiroth was overtaken with pure, untainted ecstasy. Never before had he been caught by a woman's body like this. It was just wonderful, so soft, so tight ...

Aerith narrowed her eyes and sniffed the air sharply. Despite her mental preparation, the pain robbed her of her senses. When she opened her lids slightly, she looked at Sephiroth who leaned over her body, his hair spilling over his shoulder like a curtain, a silver rain, which put a veil over the beautiful earth.

Then he raised himself on his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead, eyes, cheeks, loving the taste of her lips. His kiss tasted salty from the tears running down over her agonized face.

"It hurts ..." she brought forth a tortured whimper.

"Shhh ... It's almost over. Just relax..."

Should he tell her that he had only come to a half his length? Her entrance was so incredibly tight that it almost drove him mad. He needed all the strength in the world to maintain control over himself.

Aerith tried it, but once she relaxed a bit of her abdomen, again a sharp pain shot between her thighs.

"I cannot."

Sephiroth sighed and kissed a trail down her neck to her breasts. And while he worked on them with his tongue, he slipped in a little further into her.

Since she was once again clenched, his hips remained poised within a split second. He did not want to hurt her, absolutely not. But three voices in his head were fighting against each other. One cried out, he should cease, the other was a wild animal in him, wanted to take Aerith mercilessly, while the last one wanted to take care for her tenderly, and wait until her tears dried up and she recognized the pleasure that he felt now.

"Sephiroth ..." the girl whimpered and turned up to him.

He was about to withdraw, but she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"No, do not stop. I want it."

"Aerith, I do not want to hurt you." Sephiroth used a hand to gently stimulate her. In this he was again aware of how much was still missing. Would his manhood completely fit into her? The young woman was made small and dainty.

Perhaps she would never be able to feel pleasure during sex with him.

"You've warned me, and yes I knew what I let in."

Then she released a suppressed moan, and Sephiroth smiled. It was definitely a lustful moan.

Aerith suddenly could not think, as the pain was soon replaced for a moment of bliss that he provided with his hand.

She relaxed and felt him pushing his maleness deeper into her. But this time the pain was diminished. No, it was replaced by one of the most beautiful feelings that she had ever had.

Sephiroth was able to suppress the gasp just as she moved around him.

Then, he leaned onto both forearms and arched his back so she could see the place, which now combined their two bodies.

Aerith let her gaze wander over the skin of his abdomen, under which each muscle became apparent, and then further down ...

Sephiroth watched as her eyes widened, from astonishment or even shock, he didn't know. Still missing a few inches, he had not yet married their sex completely. Sephiroth first wanted to wait for her. As Aerith looked into his eyes, he saw that grin and couldn't help but laugh softly.

Then, she pushed him with her legs even deeper into herself. It still hurt a little, but that would soon be over. Totally fascinated, Aerith watched Sephiroth's masculinity finally disappearing into her body. She had never expected that it would fit. It did.

The same happened to him. With a barely suppressed groan he let himself down onto her body and kissed her passionately on the lips.

He was inside her. And nothing could feel better than to be filled with him. Finally one with Sephiroth, her Dark Angel. She did not expect that she would feel so connected to him now. She was glowing, throbbing with incredible desire.

Aerith moaned loudly as he continued to fill her, then he cautiously pulled out, only a few inches. The resulting feeling of emptiness was quickly replaced with delight as he sank again into her body.

Sephiroth gasped and gritted his teeth. He felt as if surrounded by pure joy. Her entrance was so tight, his maleness wrapped with a nearly indescribable, velvety sheath.

Now it was easier to take her body without violence. He knew it would kill him on the spot if he pushed hard and fast into her.

Aerith enjoyed his feathery kisses as his hand searched, as well as his member, which explored her body in a wonderful way.

She moaned softly as he eased into a slow rhythm. Both savored the feeling of being united completely and exchanged soft, affectionate kisses.

For Sephiroth, it could forever continue. The pleasurable encounter thus far was better than any orgasm he'd had in his life.

But Aerith began to want more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gave him a new rhythm, with which Sephiroth was more than happy to comply.

Her soft moans turned into a pleasurable gasp when he hit that point deep inside her.

Her Dark Angel on the other hand was still breathing slowly and calmly, completely master of his body. Aerith admired him for his restraint.

But she had no idea what was going on inside him. While Sephiroth again and again and again sank deep into her, he would eventually no longer be able to separate her body from his. When he opened his eyes and sat up again without ceasing with the long-awaited motion, he saw her angelic face, framed by her beautiful hair.

And while he increased his speed, the image of her body began to blur. Before his eyes appeared a green light that he recognized as the Lifestream. The individual strands wrapped around Aerith's body, stroked her flawless skin, down to the point where the two of them were connected. And when they reached Sephiroth, they caressed him and sparked a fire inside him.

He wrapped his arms around Aerith and drove her into the bed with each hard thrust. Then his lips found hers and he kissed her so fervently that Aerith had no choice, but to cling tightly to him and to return his kiss.

"Faster ..." she moaned, as he gave her a moment to gasp for air.

Sephiroth grinned mischievously. Oh, he so had her under his control. He hoped that he could restrain himself even to the end.

When she pleaded with him again, he fulfilled her wish and was himself carried away by the great feeling that his increased speed brought forth.

And finally, he began to moan in his deep, masculine voice.

"Sephiroth!" she cried, forgetting herself completely, as he began to massage her right breast.

Caught in the lust she threw her head back and forth, which led Sephiroth to take to her neck. More or less cautious, he bit down on the spot where her neck and shoulder met, licking the irritable skin, and thus forced her to cry out with ecstasy.

Sephiroth looked at her for a moment and realized immediately that her climax was near. So once again he increased the intensity and speed of his thrusts. But he did not use his full strength. The swordsman was sure that the use of all his potential, would have killed them both instantly...so unbelievably good it felt.

As Aerith opened her eyes to see his face, she immediately met his blazing, passionate, mako eyes. Oh, her Dark Angel was so beautiful. Even at such a moment was his perfect hair like a silver waterfall, which was poured over her body. His mouth was slightly open, and every muscle was under full tension. While the Flowergirl, therefore, simply just savored the feeling that he inspired in her, everything else was dark around them both. She was no longer able to identify the ceiling. All the light seemed to be sucked into a black infinity. It was as if only her Dark Angel existed, in all his masculine glory. Sephiroth was the only light in this all-encompassing blackness. Somehow it made the scary night seem like nothing. After all, he was a guiding star for her and led her through the endless expanse.

Suddenly, an all too familiar feeling built up inside her. But this time it was so intense that she felt the need to pass underneath. She thought it could not be better. But what she felt now, far exceeded her expectations.

Sephiroth watched as she arched her back, and her angelic face was full of ecstasy. And when she moaned his name, her entrance contracted around his maleness, he could hold it no more.

A greedy growl escaped his throat as his speed increased again and he relentlessly thrust into her. He drew her climax even farther out, until he was ready.

And when he finally came deep into her body and his hot seed poured forth into her, breaking off his connection with reality completely.

In this seemingly endless moment, only Aerith existed for him, only her sweet scent of flowers, her lips on his, her fingernails in his back, and best of all ... Her entrance around his masculinity, so soft and tight, driving him wild.

They did not know how long it took...a few seconds ... Minutes? An infinity?

Aerith felt so incredibly feminine, as he could do nothing more than to take her body and finally make a real woman of her. As if in a trance, she accepted the hot fluid as it shot deep into her body. For a brief moment she was aware of what it was. The sheer, unbelievable amount made her shudder. But at the same time she felt proud of having such a 'male', well equipped and ... powerful man taking in her bed.

But the thought of the consequences in the near future was simply destroyed by another hard thrust and should not arise again. For now began weeks of pure bliss ...

She had him completely under her power. And it was made clear by every moan and every movement. Sephiroth knew he would never be able to find a better feeling.

To their misfortune, that idea germinated in his minds only briefly, that their unrestrained behavior could have long-term consequences. But Sephiroth dismissed it as irrelevant.

He only realized how an inhumanly large this amount of semen filled her, and forced it out of her with each succeeding thrust.

At that moment, he felt manlier than he ever did before...despite already being the epitome of masculinity in the first place.

But everything had to eventually come to an end.

And so the two felt like they were once again the masters of their bodies and how the pure joy in their bellies excited gentle waves of pleasure as they relaxed against one another.

Aerith opened her eyes and tried to calm her breathing.

"I hope you're not quite as persistent as I know you to be, right? Because I am not sure if I could survive..."

Sephiroth smirked at this comment, rising. His maleness slipped out of her, still slightly aroused.

The young woman felt a strange emptiness, when he retired. At the same time a sticky liquid ran out of her entrance, which flowed on the sheet.

"Do not worry. The next time I may not be quite so rude to you," he assured her, running his hand down her belly. When his fingers descended on the spot between her thighs, she winced. Her body was so overly excited that even the slightest touch unleashed a stinging fire in her abdomen.

Aerith moaned softly and kept calling his name while he tenderly cared for her satisfaction. Sephiroth smirked. He could not deny how much he liked it when he had her so completely under his control.

"Sephiroth!" she gasped when one of his fingers slid into her. Aerith turned under his hand, enjoying the feel of his stiff member to her thigh.

When he then also placed his lips on her breasts tenderly nibbling at her soft flesh, the Flowergirl could not help but swoon to his touch.

Sephiroth grinned against her silky skin and inhaled her sweet scent.

"Shall I make you come?" he asked with a devilish voice, and Aerith had no choice but groan loudly as he rubbed his finger against her point of divine pleasure.

"Please, Sephiroth." She turned frantically beneath him. It almost felt as if her body would burst at the sweet contact.

Sephiroth was satisfied with her begging. Actually, he'd still wanted to undergo a bit of sweet torture, but they should hold out the next few hours a little bit longer.

"Please!"

Tears ran down her cheeks. The request was now limited to pain, so devilishly sweet pain.

He tenderly kissed the salty drops from her face and was eager to sample even sweeter moisture. Without interrupting the movement of his fingers, his mouth journied down to the secret between her thighs.

"Sephiroth!" Aerith gasped aloud when he withdrew his hand in order to replace it with his lips.

/ Delicious./ Was the only thing he could think at that moment. Then he pushed his tongue as deep inside her as possible. It was not as far as his masculinity could reach, but it was enough to bring Aeriths body to climax.

She screamed, screamed so loud that her voice died away. The young woman's head rolled back and forth, her eyes tightly shut firmly.

Sephiroth felt a tremendous amount of her moisture flow into his mouth. Greedily he swallowed the sweet nectar, wanting more.

Even moaning softly, he licked her bud, the tender flesh of her neither lips.

With his hands he grabbed her hips, holding her in position.

Aerith began to sob. It hurt, but at the same time she was again flooded by a wave of pleasure and satisfaction.

She continued to come, again, and again. Until there was nothing more than Sephiroth's mouth and his experienced tongue, to set her body on fire and make her see stars.

The Flowergirl did not know how long it lasted. Only when he desisted from her twitching body and lay down next to his exhausted angel taking her in his arms, did Aerith return to the world.

The young woman came to rest completely on the bed. This time, their encounter had been so intense that she had to struggle desperately for air.

"Kiss me," he ordered with a silky voice as she could see again the shadowy world.

Aerith kissed him panicly.

Oh, he had her completely under his spell. The Flowergirl was caught entirely in his seduction and he conjured up within her a feeling of falling.

But that was just the tip of the iceberg. There was so much more that he had in mind. He wanted to nail her against the shower wall, her angelic voice turn into vicious moans while he brought her body to climax with his tongue in the bathtub.

But tonight the bed would be his playground. And Sephiroth knew countless ways to bring his angel to ecstasy on the rumpled bed sheets.

His hand went down her tender form to her heated womanhood. This time Aerith felt no pain or fear, as two of his fingers dipped into her. She had missed the intimate contact and with a lustful moan, showed him her yearning when he touched her there again. Desperate, she leaned against his hand and gasped his name.

Oh yes, his Flowergirl was ready for the next round. Sephiroth tried his focus on his own sex, which only succeeded after the third attempt. Sephiroth withdrew from her body. Yes, he was again ready to bring her to fulfillment. Even a little surprised at his ability to regenerate, the Dark Angel paused briefly. Aerith used this time shamelessly.

"I want you," she breathed with wicked voice. Oh, he had really made the tender bud to unfold in full bloom.

Of course he didn't need to be told twice.

And so he helped her on his body and showed her what she had to do.

With a lustful moan they united.

For a moment, Aerith could see the heavens, caught up completely in the feeling of perfection.

"I wish you could always be inside me." What devilishly sweet words of the no longer innocent Flowergirl ...

"It's like I'm incomplete without you."

"We are one. You belong to me." He added, with a velvety voice, as he covered her hips with both hands and pushed deeper into her.

"I am yours." Aerith moaned deeply, leaning back.

The movement of her breasts was more than just an enticing view. With a simple movement of his arm he pushed her down so he could reach her tender buds with his lips. Again he felt the animal in him, the side that did not worry about consequences. He greedily sucked her rosy nipples, while he repeatedly raised his hips to grind into her.

Maybe a child would soon actually be bred inside her. For him, fertility was so palpable. Then, her breasts would be only bigger and shapelier. Perhaps these delicate structures would soon nurture his heir, bestowing the life-giving liquid, just as his semen would bestow life.

But Sephiroth knew that all these thoughts were a distant prospect. If he had poured into her again, then the animal would sleep again and he would devote himself entirely to the worship of his little goddess with all his soul.

Nothing would remain left over from the desire to father a child with her. Sephiroth knew that this could be a careless mistake, they could suffer through.

But at that moment the consequences were in the distant future. And actually ... he had nothing against it. Yes, he even wanted to secure, that the Flowergirl received his seed, that her belly swelled with the life he had created with her.

It would make the connection between them a glamorous, powerful climax.

And as he melted with her petite body in a slow, pleasurable movement, and every time they pushed deep into the pillow, both of them knowing very well that nothing could be more beautiful.

Sephiroth reared up and pushed into her hips as he thrust in as far as she could take him, and came deep inside her, filling her up with his seed.

Both opened their mouths in a silent moan, before Sephiroth fell on her quivering body. Then he kissed her again deeply.

Sephiroth still lie upon her, he enjoyed it, but he was afraid he was too heavy for her. He wanted to get up, to pull out of her, but Aerith held him.

"No ... stay ..." she whispered dreamily.

"I'm too heavy for you." He protested and tried to change positions, without breaking contact with her.

"Nope ..." mumbled the Flowergirl tired and in a childlike voice ...

Against her will he took it upon himself to roll over so that her small body was on his.

When he again spoke her name, he got no answer.

Aerith had already fallen asleep from exhaustion ...

Aerith awoke the next morning with awfully sore muscles and the most beautiful feeling that she could imagine. Happily, she clung to the man who, from their last lovemaking, was still deep inside her. The blanket was twisted around them undiscernibly, and bared her body in the places that had blazed with delight yesterday. But that did not matter to Aerith as the figure beneath her offered enough warmth to suffice.

"Relax," he purred and ran his fingers through her tousled hair. "You have to be exhausted."

When Aerith next opened her eyes, the bed was empty.

A little confused, she shoved her hand to the side and did not find any warm body. Where was he...?

Just at that moment the door opened and Sephiroth entered. The tray with all sorts of goodies clanked when he walked in, wearing only his leather pants as he approached the bed.

As Sephiroth admired the angelic figure wrapped in the sheets, he immediately felt his body ready for her again. The light that came in through the curtains wrapped her form in a super-human glory.

She was his little goddess, his hungry goddess.

Carefully, he set the tray down on the bed and lay with her.

"Strawberries?" Aerith looked at the big surprise of the selection on the plates and bowls.

"Unfortunately purchased. But soon our plants bear fruit in the garden. And then I can feed you with our own fruit," he then said with a salacious grin.

Feeding?

He leaned toward her, leaning on his right arm with the sweetest smile she'd ever seen before. Mesmerized by the lights of his insatiable eyes, she failed to notice that he dipped the strawberries into the cream.

Then he ordered with a velvety voice to open her mouth.

Aerith seemed to be wholly torn from her thoughts, and finally did what he wanted.

His hand drew closer and closer to her lips. The Flowergirl gently bit the tip off and enjoyed the sweet taste on her tongue. Sephiroth kept the rest for himself and tried the strawberries as well.

When he looked back to Aerith, he saw that some of the cream tainted her mouth. For a moment he imagined her offering him oral caresses. Immediately his maleness swelled with greed, and he sought to relax the aching.

And so he fed his beloved angel with the delicious fruit, and he knew exactly how much sweeter she tasted in comparison to the strawberries ...

Aerith sorted the sheet and discovered the dark red stain on the white cloth, the proof that Sephiroth had been her first. He followed her gaze and smiled when he saw the dried blood.

"I'll get other linens, if you find this unpleasant."

Aerith looked at him with a mischievous smile. "That can wait. Come to me."

Sephiroth accepted her invitation and lay down beside her.

"You were wonderful last night." The young woman purred as she kissed his neck eagerly.

"I can only return the compliment. It was like a dream come true. Aerith, your body is breathtaking."

The young woman giggled softly as she opened his leather pants and took out his maleness. She only had to stroke it twice ever so gently, and already he was again hard enough. Ready for renewed passionate lovemaking.

"Prepare the bath, my love." He said when she came to rest on him.

Sephiroth relished in pleasure when his beloved angel climaxed through his efforts. She was his goddess in the bright light and he wanted to serve her with all his heart. To give her this, that she longed so much. And then watch her while she was lost in the frenzy of lust.

But now there was a new playing field on which he would lead them.

Still completely naked, he left the room to change the sheets. It filled him with pride, happy to have it this way.

The red spot was proof of her innocence, and the many more whitish crusts were a testimony of how often he had taken her in the last hours of true fulfillment.

After he had put away the neatly folded laundry, he was much interested about whether he could send the bloody stain in any manner to Cloud. It was a proof of what he had stolen from the innocent Flowergirl, a triumph over the puppet.

Aerith was waiting for him, ready to play new games with her lecherous lover.

She was his insatiable little princess, who had finally embarked on the path to womanhood.

And he would make sure that the next time they savored was full of lust too.

Without worrying about a long prelude, he guided her into the shower. Oh yes, it would be a feast. The water was warm enough and soon he began to distribute the soap on his hand.

Aerith watched him with lecherous eyes, already prepared for what was coming. Inexperienced, yet so perfect, she had already brought his maleness once again to stand up proudly.

"What is your plan now, General?" Aerith asked in an innocent voice. Oh yes, the girl knew exactly how to play these games.

Sephiroth came before her as she awakened the sleeping beast within him, which was now addicted to what she could give him.

"At first ..." he put his hands on her neck, "I'll give you a massage ... and that ..." He stroked down her body, spreading the soap along her skin. Then he took hold of her thighs and pressed her slender form against the tiled wall. "... in a very special way..." His fingers slid between her legs as he leaned over her breathing into her ear.

"Turn around ..." he growled lustfully.

Aerith obeyed, and immediately felt his stiff manhood on her back while he thoroughly soaped her breasts.

"Sephiroth ..."

"Aerith ..." He gave as an answer, while with one hand and fondled her chest and with the other stroked her belly.

The Dark Angel wasted no time trying to prepare her. He knew what his maleness could cause inside her, and he wanted to use this ability often.

With a hard thrust he penetrated her; Aerith could not help but groan aloud.

"General!"

Oh, how much pleasure she could ignite in him by this simple word ...

Long ago he had never noticed how much power he had when he held the title, but with the Flowergirl, he saw it clearly.

"What do you want from me?" He asked in a hoarse voice, as his rough hands fondled her fragile body.

"You ..." Aerith really begged and pushed against his abdomen.

Sephiroth pressed her delicate form down, holding her hips securely as she braced herself against the tiled wall for support.

"It is time for a little exercise ..." He said just before he pulled himself from her and pushed into her harshly.

Aerith cried out, caught by the fire he ignited inside her. "Take me, General! Do it to me," She demanded with a vicious voice and immediately felt the effect of her sinful request.

Sephiroth, sheathed in her silken body, engorged further, filling her completely, until she believed that her tender channel could not expand any further.

Sephiroth drew a sharp breath as her womanhood tensed around him. Although he had taken her all night without mercy, she was still so tight that it almost robbed his mind.

The Dark Angel was sure in that moment that he would never get enough of her body. On Gaia his playmates had become boring.

But this young woman here ... Aerith was the perfect example of a girl who had much too long been innocent. Young women were always the most vicious creatures, especially after they had discovered the pleasures of the bed.

And he thrust deep and hard into her, again and again until he felt her legs gradually failed. But she should reach fulfillment first.

His rhythm enhancing, Sephiroth recognized her unbridled moan as a sign that she was now ready.

"I want you to come...my wicked, little angel..." He asked as his fingers attacked her between her legs.

It was an unbelievable feeling to finally be inside her. He could spend millennia, guiding her to ever return to her peak. Sephiroth could not get enough of her.

"Come for me ..." he purred in her ear, while the warm water only heated up his overheated body further.

"Seph-..." But she did not continue, for his expert fingers found the point they sought after.

The former general had fought with all his might against his own climax, while her tight channel fluttered around him. It was pure heaven.

He pushed hard into her, while her delicate body jerked from under him and her sweet voice shouted his name aloud.

She was perfect. His beautiful, little angel, to whom he wanted to give everything he could.

When she finally sank in, he pulled his still erect maleness out of her and whispered ominously, "We are nowhere near the end."

Then he turned her and lifted her feather-light body. Oh, how fragile she was ... Perfect for him ... and his dark desires.

"I'm not finished with you." With all his strength he pushed into her, whilst she was pressed against the tiles.

Aerith felt that the gentle waves of deliverance were rekindled. In panic she clung to his muscular shoulders and searched his lips, which dampened her loud cry, as he again took her to salvation. Aerith thought briefly, how long they could keep this game yet, physically and mentally.

Sephiroth was going to change her entire being. Previously she would have never believed that such a desire was even possible. But now there was nothing better than to surrender to the dark, lusty side. Sephiroth made her complete. It was as if she had found what was missing in her life ever before. Yes, in the Promised Land was all luck, no matter how vicious it might be.

It didn't matter, that she had just experienced two peaks already; she greedily clung to his shoulders and with her nails, she dug deep into the flesh.

Sephiroth growled with a deep voice, as he felt his blood flowing down his back.

Oh, this Flowergirl would drive him crazy. With all his strength he suppressed a premature fulfillment, knowing that the next few minutes would now contribute more to his delight.

He rammed his huge manhood into her until he believed, to crush her fragile body under his blows. Oh, there was nothing better than that; Sephiroth was sure that he could never find more fufillment in another being.

The Flowergirl had to belong to him. Otherwise he would surely die of hunger ...

And of course she would be his.

"Aerith," he groaned through clenched teeth, as he repeatedly slammed her against the cold tiles.

"My dear ..." she replied, chopped off by the hard thrusts.

"I want you to come. Again and again ... And just for me ... Show me your love ... "

Aerith was going to pass on his words. Nothing. NOTHING she wanted more than him.

"My Darkness," the Flowergirl moaned loudly, trying to keep up with his swift strokes, but she failed. His superhuman strength made it impossible for her. Only her Cetra heritage, made her indure Sephiroth's hard and passionate torture without breaking.

Again, Sephiroth was aware of how lucky he was to have this Cetra for himself. She was the last of her kind, at least once on Gaia, and she was all his.

Aerith was the only one he could torture with his lust. Her body was much more than that of a human woman. He knew she was the only one who could give him perfect satisfaction.

And so he drove her body to its limits ever further.

"Come for me," he called again and reached out his hand between her thighs.

When her entrance again contracted around his maleness and her tender voice shouted his name, he knew that nothing could be better than that.

Sephiroth could feel all his control slip away as he sank to his knees, the Flowergirl still in his grasp. Gasping for breath, he gradually came to rest.

Aerith had recovered faster and pushed him away. Sephiroth could not help but to fall back ungracefully, the water emphasizing his awkward movement.

The Flowergirl had knelt before him, however. With deft fingers she clasped his manhood, and before Sephiroth could protest, she had already put its head in her mouth. That was definitely too much stimulation in too little time.

The Dark Angel groaned loudly and turned to her in despair.

"Not good?" She asked irritated without seperating from him.

/ Too good ... /

"Well, a man cannot go again as soon as a woman. Besides, you have surprised me. You do not have to do this for me." He tried to sound as neutral as possible, but could not.

Finally she sat up to look him in the eyes.

"But I also wanted to return the joy that you give me. I have learned a few things when I lived in Midgar. Although not much. But all men like it when it is sucked..."

Oh, how innocent she sounded despite these words. It nearly drove him insane.

"That's right. But I'm not like any man, although I must admit that the thought excites me very much." Sephiroth risked a hard look at his genitals, which rose again proudly. Where would it all lead?

"Aerith, if you keep this up, you will wear me out."

"I thought the Great General was always 'ready' for everything." She said with a mischievous grin.

Sephiroth took a deep breath. Girls who had waited so long for her first time were so insatiable and almost obsessive... But that would only be to his benefit. She would be dependent on what he could give her.

"I'm always ready." He replied gruffly, but she did not stop."As I said, men need a little more time after all." He thought for a moment. "Aerith. I told you already that you do not have to do this for me. Your body gives me an infinite abundance of joy."

"I want to give you only what you have given me."

Then she turned again to his proud manhood.

"Although, I do not know exactly how to put it in my mouth."

Sephiroth chuckled. "Well, even if you could get it in your throat without gagging, I do not think such a dainty, little angel like you can take me entirely. But you also do not have to."

Why did he like playing the teacher so much?

"What can I do for you ...?" She asked in a childish voice that robbed him of his mind.

"The tip is very sensitive to touch. Of course you can massage the shaft by hand. Believe me, I can tolerate a lot. You're welcome to grab firmly." He clasped her fingers with his hand and showed it to her.

"And then you move your hand against the rhythm in which you move your mouth."

He watched the inexperienced young woman took hold of him and began to take him in.

"Please watch the teeth." Sephiroth could see the tense concentration in her eyebrows.

Aerith tried not to gag, as she always assumed she would. But it was harder than she had expected at the beginning. He also tasted strangely salty and too male. Again, it led her mind to what an animal she was playing with. Sephiroth was truly a picture of a man.

Meanwhile, Sephiroth had watched her efforts closely. She was still having a hard time.

"Aerith, you don't have to do that, really. We have plenty of time later. I just want you to get used to me first. Also ..." He dipped a hand under her chin and lifted her head, before he glanced at his maleness. "... I am now ready for you, my little angel. And I want you to enjoy every moment."

Aerith blushed slightly and nodded.

"Then it's probably time for the second round."

He leaned over her and kissed her neck up to her lips as he pressed her down.

The tiles were not necessarily the most convenient place, but the water had warmed up the cool surface now so it was not too uncomfortable.

The fingers of his left hand stroked the tender skin of her soft thighs, lifting her leg slightly in order to have easier entry.

"What do you think of a second breakfast?" Sephiroth asked with a mischievous grin as she had donned their robes.

"Of course." Aerith gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she ran out of the bathroom laughing.

Sephiroth watched after her briefly. This young woman would have him go insane. The silk cloth hovered around her legs with each step, making him become hard once more. Oh, where would it all lead to?

For the first time since the last day, he was really aware that he had seduced the Flowergirl successfully. Of course he knew that his skill of wrapping a woman around his finger was legendary, but the fact of who he had just introduced to the world of dark desires ...

Sephiroth would never have believed that the woman he had impaleed on his sword in cold blood, would actually fall in love with him.

And even more unreal: That he would also fall in love with her.

It was almost too unusual to be true.

Aerith had forgiven him, and he still did not understand how even such a creature as this angel would be able to forgive a monster like him.

She had always taken a step toward him, sometimes big, sometimes small, but steadily and without fear before him.

Now the former general understood that she was the reason why he had come into the Promised Land.

Why else?

He had not deserved that perhaps, but she deserved it.

Sephiroth was sure at that moment that there would be no one who could love her more than he.

Aerith and Sephiroth were the perfect contrast and yet ... they had both had a similar fate. They had both been alone on Gaia.

She was the last of her kind, and he as the only one of his...

And now he merged with her Ancient Magic. He gave her some of his darkness, while she showered him in her purest light. Sephiroth knew that she was his salvation, his deliverance, his redemption.

Only in her arms he could find peace with himself, because only she was capable of expelling the nightmares that were his life, and replace them with a feeling that he had previously never experienced: Security.

Aerith could give him everything. She was good company, a compassionate and understanding friend and a wonderful lover. Never before had Sephiroth let himself go so much during sex. He had literally given up in some moments. He had enveloped her silky body until he was able to experience the greatest happiness that man could be granted.

Sephiroth had seen the act so far only as something necessary. He had been able to reduce stress, if there had been no assignments in Soldier, in the embrace of a woman who he fled into, when things had not gone well.

But with Aerith it was totally different.

She made him completely calm, she enabled him to forget everything that was not ... her.

But he should be stamped as a love-sick madman who could no longer escape from his psyche and soon graveled at her feet.

He did not care.

He was so happy, satisfied with being 'in love'. No matter how absurd it might sound.

"Are you coming?" asked Aerith, who was already in the kitchen cutting bread.

Sephiroth could not help but to grin broadly.

This woman would turn him around completely - and he had absolutely nothing against it.

"Well, how about with you down there?" Aerith asked pointedly, as she put the dishes in the sink.

Sephiroth leaned back in his chair and opened his robe.

"You bring forth my ability." he replied with a smug grin and was certain that only a superman such as he could satisfy the hunger of this woman.

Her Cetra genes gave her a tremendous endurance. The sex, leaving no trace on her. It made her even nicer for him ... So feminine ... so mature ... so ferti- ...

Sephiroth did not have time to pounder the idea, as the Flowergirl placed herself on his lap. She gently kissed down his neck as her fingers stroked the silky fabric of the robe.

"And what now has the General planned? Will he try it on the kitchen table?" she asked teasingly, and drove a chill through his body.

Oh, she clearly knew how to excite him.

"First I want to regale you a bit ... And then ... I would suggest the chair. There are a few things we have not tried yet."

He reached under her shapely buttocks and lifted her up, while he himself stood and turned around. Sephiroth put her down and positioned her with his hands, moving her hips to the edge of the chair.

Then he went on his knees before her.

"I want you to look me in the eyes while I do this. I want to see the longing in your soul, in your beautiful eyes."

Pleasant goose bumps spread across Aerith's body when he ordered it.

Oh, she would melt away under his gaze as he ... What exactly did he actually intended to...?

But this question had not even been asked, because Sephiroth had already laid his hands on the outside of her thighs as his lips brushed gently over the soft skin on the inside. He really was an excellent lover.

Very slowly, almost gently, he kissed his way along, getting closer to her center, which already throbbed in anticipation.

Tenderly, he then pushed her legs further apart and buried his face in between, without ever having to look away.

Aerith could not suppress the moan and threw her head back, but then quickly looked down again, as Sephiroth gently bit into her thigh as a threat.

Then he continued his sweet torture. Again and again dipping down to her femininity, changing the rhythm, passionately caressing it with his tongue.

Meanwhile, Aerith writhed under his touch, but he held her hips so that she could not escape him.

The Flowergirl was mesmerized. She had been completely lost in the bright green of his eyes. When she thought of succumbing to the sweet torture, she grabbed his head with her hands, her fingers clawing into his silky hair, pushing him against her tightly.

But first, Sephiroth wanted to play with her. So he kissed the inside of her thighs again, licked the soft skin and drew a growl from her.

Oh, the Dark Angel knew exactly how much she wanted him at that moment ... This feeling of desire for him was a like a drug.

"Sephi-roth ..." Aerith already fought for air, as he reiterated his tongue over her femininity and sank into her.

"Hmmm?"

The sound was so close to her heart, vibrating their bodies. The young woman could feel dampness spreading between her legs.

"I want you ..." she moaned softly, almost too wicked.

Aerith could feel his smile more than she could see it.

He inhaled her feminine fragrance that robbed him of all sense and coaxed the animal in him.

Sephiroth then slowly got up and pulled his dressing gown completely off.

"Then you shall have me ... me and everything I am."

"I love everything about you, your darkness, your greed, your light ..."

"I have no light, my angel. In me you will not find one." He replied with a dark, but not unfriendly voice. More... in disbelief ...?

"Oh, yes ... I've already found it." Aeriths voice was so gentle and yet so ... powerful ... His queen spoke to him again, leading him to her.

"And I'll teach you to see it."

She stood up and looked at him with such a warm, loving gaze, that his legs gave out and he fell to the ground again.

With a smile she put her slender hands on his head and pressed it against her body. Sephiroth closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He felt safe, protected ...

Whereas it should be him who was to assume the role of protector, after all, he was the strong one, but Aerith's power, her magic, far exceeded his. Of which use was all the raw force, when the mind was fragile?

But Aerith was able to heal the rifts in his mind, slowly but steadily.

She was the guardian of his soul. He had nothing to fear as long as she was with him.

No demons from the past, no despair, no pain.

"I want to serve you, my queen," He said then, without being aware of it.

Aerith leaned back slightly and let go of his head to watch him.

"Queen?" she asked in her childish voice. The Flowergirl was back.

But there was no reason why he could not serve the innocent angel.

With a boyish grin Sephiroth took a seat on the chair and gestured her to sit on him.

The moan that escaped her throat as she united with him, took him to the brink of fulfillment.

"And now ..." He took firm hold of her knees. "... you will move your hips..."

Aerith began to slowly circle her bottom. When she had become accustomed to this new position, she put her arms around his shoulders and began to thrust. First, a little hesitant, but then faster and faster until she had found her own rhythm.

Sephiroth, however, could do nothing more than to sit there. His hands offered her the needed support, so he could not use them on her angelic body to stroke.

But now he needed all his concentration anyway, so that the sight would not make him release too early.

Aerith was lost in the frenzy of delight, breathing faster and faster as she moved her hips against his. Her lips were so tempting ... slightly opened and rosy ...

Sephiroth grunted loudly as he felt the nearby peak. He did not want to come yet, not before she ...

But at that very moment Aerith moaned loudly and clawed her fingernails into his shoulder blades. Oh, such sweet pain...

Then again, it happened. He snapped.

Sephiroth let go of her knees and cupped her hips and then he just brutally speared her on his manhood with inhuman force. He stretched her body, could feel her insides enveloping him, squeezing him tenderly.

Aerith grimaced as she cried out. Her body literally broke over him. The passion and ecstasy flowed through their veins, while Sephiroth himself again and again sank into her body. Tears welled up in her eyes. But it wasn't pain that caused them, it was desire. Her moaning was almost a sob, as he poured out, and filled her body with his seed.

Finally, Aerith's strength failed her and she fell over her lover, still twitching and gasping for air. How much of it could she take? Aerith did not know ...

She was completely exhausted, as she gradually came to rest on him and the last waves of pleasure slid through her body.

Sephiroth, however, had closed his eyes to savor the moment until the end. He never imagined that pleasure offered by a woman could bring him to such a fufilling climax. He had always been the one to play the lead part. He himself had seen to it that they both also got what they coveted.

But this! Sephiroth could not find words to describe how he felt now.

The General inhaled her feminine scent. Oh, the wild animal stirred within him again. The most manic desire to pour into her again, paralyzed all rational thoughts invading his mind.

He wanted to fill her body with more of his seed. She was so ripe, ready to receive what he wanted to give her.

As Aerith finally felt the cool air and began to tremble slightly, she stood up and reached for her robe. She noticed that the white fluid ran down her thighs.

Sephiroth looked at his mistress in detail and finally said:

"We should go and wash again. How about bathing this time?" He asked, but not without ulterior motives.

Aerith watched him closely.

The man was simply a god ... Otherwise, she could not describe him. The sweat glistened on his chest, his hair slightly stuck to his face while he sat there completely relaxed.

A true beast of a man...

His half-excited endowment was heavy on his leg. And Aerith knew that it would certainly not be long until he was ready again.

Then she raised an eyebrow and retorted sharply, "We can be glad with what we have here in the Promised Land, by some miracle running water without having to pay for it. Otherwise, we would certainly expect to run out of it soon."

Sephiroth chuckled and led her to the bathroom without a response.

The following weeks were the happiest and most carefree of the lovers' lives. They made love every possible hour, wearing each other's bodies completely out.

They did it just about anywhere. The kitchen had become a playground for his taste. Various devices there could make the lovemaking more interesting.

Aerith preferred the bathroom. And Sephiroth could not deny that it pleased him well to see the drops on her body, which glistened in the moonlight like tiny diamonds.

There were also moments in which he took her roughly. The bed creaked loudly under his wild thrusting, while the Flowergirl, willingly with him, was left screaming with pleasure.

They had noticed that there were already cracks in the wall, and every now and then the plaster fell from the ceiling. Then Sephiroth had simply proposed to renovate the bedroom, but Aerith had rejected. She liked this testimony of his raw, male power. At least as long as the load-bearing walls were not damaged severely.

With a special delight, they spent spring afternoons in the flower fields. It was a pleasure to thrust her again and again into the delicate plants that she loved so much.

These flowers were her own kingdom; he could get into her realm, as in her body.

But at the same time during such a moment she realized how pure and innocent ... and lovely she was compared to him. He almost felt wrong to use her body - almost. But her comforting groan was sufficient to repress these thoughts to the farthest corner of his mind. When he was with her, there was no dead in Wutai; he could not remember all the lives that had met with destruction, all the suffering he had caused in a cold fury.

She was like a refuge for him, his anchor, his protective walls, when the memories were flowing in upon him. Eventually, he would have to deal with his past once more, but not now. Not while he so desperately longed for her mind and her body.

Sephiroth found out that the villagers had already bet on when the two 'lovers', would probably do it at last. Apparently, the winners were mostly female ...

Day after day he seemed to be more accepted by the villagers. Their fear-filled eyes, full of hate were now mild, almost pitying. There was so much hope in their faces, the hope that he had seen in Aerith.

Sephiroth began to understand: He had found home.

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This chapter is not finished yet ^^ The german ones were able to read it already but it took my beta reader and me too long to finish XD

I still wanted to give you something before I go on a … study trip with my Interior Design class ^^

Maybe you are interested to have a look at my Aerith Cosplay pictures. The newest ones, I took them on a field right next to my house, that looks like the one in the AC credits

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S: So, did you have your fun, Flowergirl? Or should I say DEflowered Girl? I am sure you know that this was only a pretaste of my skill.

A: *looks at him in shock* You can do even more?

S: Of course, I have years of experience.

A: One should not brag about his masculinity, my love.

S: I don't have to brag. Everyone knows that I am a God, in every department.

A: You said yourself, that even you had your limits.

S: Limits are there to overcome. *purrs into her ear*

Please, my readers!

I've put so much effort into this chapter and it would set me up to read many many reviews ^^ Even short ones ^^

Pls, tell me what you've liked so I can write similar stuff again ^^

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Thank you ^^ Aerith Mon-Kishu
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