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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)

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The Promised Land

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Aerith x Sephiroth

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Thx to DarkHeianPrincess and Antali Janerun for beta reading ^^

I have decided that too much sex is too boring so I've read my story again and thought about some funny scenes Sephiroth could suffer through. But there is still some sex in it in the end.

Maybe listen to "Renaissance Fair" from Blackmore's Night for the fair part. ^^

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Chapter 9: Deflowering a Cetra - part II

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The General would always remember the moment when he and Aerith went shopping for vegetables.

"Shall I give you a bag or would you like to put it in your basket?" The shopkeeper asked, pointing to the mesh basket Sephiroth had in his hand. No matter how strange he may look, Sephiroth would never allow his angel to dirty her hands with a task so mundane as carrying groceries.

"It should fit," Aerith said gently and brought a smile to the shopkeeper's face. The relationship between the Flowergirl and the General was no secret, and the man was sincerely happy for them.

"I wanted to say that I wish you both the best luck," The man added honestly, though his voice was sparked with mischief.

His sentiment was pure, though he did wonder about the absurdity of their circumstances.

Sephiroth could feel his cheeks flush red as Aerith politely thanked the shopkeeper, all the while trying to suppress a laugh.

"As strange as it may sound, you really are a beautiful couple. It's almost as though you were meant to be together." He explained politely, trying to choose the right words.

The man thought for a moment, though left his next question unasked as it would only further invade their privacy. He had wanted to ask them if children were included in their hopes for the future. But, were the people here really able to beget 'living' children? The young people who were running around here, all died at that age. He had heard of a couple in a remote village that had a girl together. Still, it seemed a bit unlikely ...

Why should the 'dead' bring life into the world? But if it was their wish, why should it not come true? The Promised Land was shrouded in mystery, even for the old shopkeeper, who had come there as a young boy.

There were no contraceptives like there were on Gaia, so perhaps it was possible for couples to beget children after all.

But Sephiroth and Aerith were already too far away for the old man to ask any more questions.

Nevertheless, he hoped for the best of luck for them, that their wishes would come true, no matter whether they perceived it consciously or not.

"I'm glad he was able to build up his business again, after his stand collapsed that day," Aerith said with her angelic voice and looked around for the shop where one of her bouquets of flowers adorned the counter. As thanks, the nice lady offered them a basket of her sweetest fruit.

Sephiroth focused very little on what Aerith was saying, and more on how her lips expressed the words. His desire for her dominated him still, and he looked forward what he had in store for her later that evening. He really loved that woman. Again and again he thought of a new game, to which they would give themselves completely.

Though the village was a few hundred yards away, Sephiroth was certain that some of the inhabitants knew what was going on during every night - and every day. He couldn't help but wonder what the villagers thought about their relationship.

Good thing that there weren't too many kids jumping around ...Kids?

But the thought quickly dissolved and was forgotten as a sharp object hit him right between the legs.

He wanted to exhale a battle cry and slice the brutal attacker into pieces with Masamune.

The sword was already resting in his hand when he realized that it was a little girl who had been running around the street. The object that had struck him was a windmill that she probably wanted to make work with fast movements.

With wide eyes she looked at him. For a brief moment, her face was ridden with true fear. But as she saw his blade gleaming the sunlight, the fear quickly morphed into fascination.

"Wow, you have a long sword."

Sephiroth had to stifle a laugh and lifted Masamune away so that it posed no threat to the child.

Admiringly, she inspected the blade and chuckled softly. "I want to raise such a huge thing too in the future. Then I would be the strongest in the village."

Aerith smiled and knelt down at the girl. "Maybe you'll become a very great fighter and defend your loved ones one day."

Sephiroth could feel tears formed in his eyes and wondered why ...

"Yes!" The girl cried out and ran off to find her mother.

He felt that he knew the girl from somewhere...

"Mom, the flower lady said that I may be a very great warrior who defends the village."

The young mother approached them cautiously, eying Sephiroth.

"There's no need for a warrior in this place, my darling."

She then saw Aerith next to him and smiled as the young woman nodded to her.

"But maybe some day we will need a strong woman who may establish order. A woman who knows what is right and can recognize the good."

Now Sephiroth recognized the little family.

It was the girl, who...

"I still think that your hair is beautiful." The child said clearly.

Aerith had to stifle a laugh.

"Really," she said as she stared at the confused swordsman.

Sephiroth felt Aerith grabbing his arm and pulling him close.

"You see, the people understand. Now they can see the light in you. Believe me, there is good in you. Otherwise you wouldn't have hesitated to ..."

She didn't continue.

As she fell silent, Sephiroth suddenly wondered how he once was able to do something so atrocious. It almost seemed like a bad dream now, but as the same time he remembered every evil deed as if he'd just committed them. He felt the guilt throbbing in his heart. Perhaps there was good in him, just like she said, otherwise, he'd not feel as he did.

"Goodbye, little fighter." Had he just said that?

Oh, it ... really didn't matter. He was happy with it. At least, that's what his relieved mind told him.

"Come, let us go home. I'm hungry..." Aerith said, the lustful tone lacing her soft voice hinted to Sephiroth that it was not their dinner she hungered for.

He'd probably better not to contradict her.

After their love making, Sephiroth stroked Aerith's velvety skin as they lie awake together. He had truly begun to idolize this woman.

"Are you happy?" Aerith asked in a gentle voice, which made the blood in his veins pulse with lust.

"More than you can ever imagine." He purred as his fingers stroked slowly through her silky hair. He turned his gaze to the ceiling.

"So is this what you get, in the Promised Land? True love?"

Meanwhile, he found that one word incredibly easy - as it had always been part of himself.

"Everyone has their own idea of heaven," she whispered tenderly, caressing his muscular chest.

"Just seems odd ... In my life as a soldier I had never dreamed about tieing a woman to me and loving her. Let alone during my time as I was mentally disturbed," he chuckled.

"The Promised Land simply recognizes the needs of a person and leads them on the right track." Her gentle hand stroked his neck.

"I never wished for it."

"Never wished for it conciously," she added.

"Just odd ..." he repeated, adding after a pause: "Did you ever think you'd climb into bed with your own murderer?"

"Sexual pleasure in itself was then still far from me," she confessed.

"But Cetras are not a vindictive people by nature."

Vindictive ... how trivial that sounded.

Aerith was one of the humans who possessed an incredible amount of forgiveness.

There was certainly no woman like her in eons...

So tender, so caring, so gentle ...

"It's still strange. Did you ever imagine that we would now lie together, wrapped tightly, after we made love for hours?" He hooked on. The swordsman had to understand why she let him in her heart, why she had ever tolerated the contact.

"Well ... To outsiders, and perhaps even people who know us, ... it may sound absurd. But I've always seen the good in people. No one is so because nature requires it. The upbringing makes up a large part. "

"The fact that I have a psychopathic professor and an alien as parents probably doesn't make it any easier," he chuckled.

Aerith suddenly felt fragments of memories crept into her mind, but she could not hold it. It was almost as if something blocked the memory out.

However, she could give him an answer.

"I'm sure you would have become a completely different person if those events in your past never happened."

"If my parents had been different ..." he completed it.

"Yes. But you would never have become the person I now love so much. Perhaps we would never have met each other. Everything has a reason, Sephiroth. And you will certainly understand soon."

"The seamstress owes me a favor," Aerith informed him the next morning at the breakfast table.

"I thought we could go and you get something new to wear."

Sephiroth looked at her cluelessly and then realized what she intended.

"I thought that you would like my leather pants," he purred, not without ulterior motives.

Aerith shook her head and chuckled. "Of course the Great Sephiroth in leather is an extremely ... erotic sight," her cheeks flushed. "But I thought you'd also like something comfortable with which you can ... loll around?"

"The great General Sephiroth is not 'lolling' around, my little Flowergirl."

The young woman stood up and sat down gracefully on his hip. Her fingers went tenderly over his bare chest and her lips caressed his neck. Then she purred softly in his ear. "There are certainly times when you like to have some more ... space down there, or am I wrong?" In order to confirm her argument she rubbed her hips against him until he was once more throbbing with desire.

Sephiroth groaned in frustration. Could this woman really think about nothing else? Well, he would give her whatever she wanted. He would give himself completely to her. Even though...

"But please, no colors. Only black."

"Well, good that we came to terms."

Her smile was so innocent as she pulled her dress up.

"And you really do not want colors? The green here looks a very nice and suits your eyes." Aerith said as she waited outside the cab for him.

Sephiroth gave a tired sigh, and stepped outside. Why did this woman not understand that he did not want any colors? He had always worn black, as long as he could remember. The only other colour was the silver of his armor.

"I do not think it would be me." He tried to say the least, while he composed his features and studied the cloth. When he didn't get out if there in the next several minutes he would go mad.

At best, he should now choose something, and to show that he was not too obnoxious, advertise it in front of his girl and then go with this piece – never wearing it.

"So, did the Gentleman already find something?" Asked the shop owner and directed the question more at her than him.

"Not yet. He insists on his Goth clothing."

"So if the color black is so much at heart, then I would have perhaps one or two things for him. I don't do stuff like that often, because noone asks for it, but..."

And then the lady disappeared in the stockroom.

Sephiroth looked around uncomfortably and hoped that no more customers would enter the shop. It almost seemed as if half the village gathered here to watch as he went through hell.

How much he did for this woman ...

But when she was good to him tonight, he would even wear the pink shirt.

"Here, how about this? A shirt that is sure to please your lady and a pair of comfortable pants made of cotton. "

The shopkeeper handed him a bundle, without first showing it to him and pushed him back into the fitting room.

Frustrated Sephiroth did as he was told, while the two women talked.

"When the pants would be too short, I could change something again. Or maybe he has more problems with the ... expanse?" This question was so clear that even Aerith understood and giggled.

When Sephiroth heard the bystanders laughing quietly, he would prefer to sink into the ground. Perhaps he might just stay here in this cabin until they were all gone. Once, he would have slashed down all these people with Masamune without batting an eyelash. But now he knew they weren't serious. It was a little fun ... But it did not necessarily improve his mood, because this time, hewas the victim. Karma...left a lot to be desired.

When he had got rid of the ugly top he grabbed the shirt and lifted it.

It looked nice, for sure. But whether it would suit him, was another matter.

He quickly donned the black silk fabric and closed the buttons.

He risked a glance in the mirror and was impressed.

He had never been a friend of shirts, they were always too formal for him.

But this ...

No doubt, Aerith wouldn't let him out of bed for a few hours. Just thinking about it already showed an effect.

To not entirely show the bystanders his ... proportions, he put on even the black pants and was amazed at how well they fit.

Then he went out and did not know what to make of it, as all the present ones stared at him with looks he could not decipher.

Aerith was the first person who spoke.

"Oh, Sephiroth, you look simply incredible." She hardly dared to go towards him. Her eyes were glassy and dreamy. Yes, it definitely not missed its effect on her.

He looked incredibly elegant and almost aristocratic. A bit dark, for sure, but just how fine the material was pressed to his muscular body ...

"At last, no more torture-clothes," someone whispered in the background.

"Looks good on him."

"The girl is really lucky to be with him." It seemed to please the bystanders as compliments flooded from their mouths.

"I can also make this shirt again in white. This will certainly showcase your silver hair." said the saleswoman and scurried around him, taking his measurements, nodding in agreement.

Sephiroth was just happy to have found something that even his beloved liked and wanted nothing more than to leave the store.

But then he saw something lewd in his eye and grinned. If she tried it on, he did not know if he could hold back until they were at home and had a little privacy.

Most onlookers had now gone outside in the knowledge that the show was over now.

"I will leave it on," said Sephiroth, as he walked purposefully toward one of the clothes racks.

Aerith just watched him, intrigued.

The shopkeeper apparently suspected what Sephiroth had seen, the dress she'd made especially for the Flowergirl. With a smile, she slipped silently into the back, however she'd wondered as to why Aerith hadn't eyed it yet. But the General did that part for her.

"What would you think about trying this one while I watch?" Sephiroth suggested calmly, though his voice was lightened with a playful tone.

Aerith looked at that breath of nothing and then grinned mischievously.

"Only if I can help you unbutton the shirt."

He had nothing to oppose.

Aerith had the thought that a man would usually not do something like that, but here she had the evidence to the contrary.

Sephiroth sat cross-legged behind her, while his fingers skillfully wove the various strands of an intricate braid. Well, it was certainly obvious that someone with such long hair was taught braiding to a certain degree, but what the General did to her usually stubborn hair looked like a masterpiece.

"I still do not understand how you can do something like this," she murmured softly, almost shocked that in spite of careful handling he produced a solid braid.

She could almost hear his smile.

"Oh, you know. Everything I do is a masterstroke."

/You are a god,/ Aerith thought to herself, while she still felt the languorous pulsing between her legs, even though they had done it in the bathtub some minutes ago.

But of course she would not feed his ego further. It already was bursting at the seams ...

"I am very excited to see how the festival is." She said instead.

"I have never attended such festivities. I once was in Kalm in transit I had seen something of the preparations."

He made sure that some curls were free and fell gracefully in her face.

"They celebrate the rising of the seeds in the fields. One of the farmers said it would be a very good harvest this year. They had sown much, and the ground would certainly bear much fruit. "

"Do you think there is crop failure here in the Promised Land?" He asked, and guessed the answer already. Nevertheless, he enjoyed it, to talk to her about even the most trivial things. It would distract her from the lust for him he was sure he could not still in the next half an hour.

The countless intimacies showed their effect gradually, however, was the desire sharper than ever before. Only ... the edge of their hunger was somewhat taken off, so the two savored more and indulged themselves completely.

Aerith had also found her limits, though she kept trying to overcome them. But since Sephiroth had admitted her to play the active part sometimes, she realized how much effort was behind it.

Now they lived out their sexuality in a healthy measure, they would not break physically. In the end, Sephiroth only wanted the best for his little Angel.

It was really too good to be true ...

But this was heaven. They both finally had the chance to get and give what they had always dreamed of - even if unconsciously.

Sephiroth wondered if it could be even more wonderful.

The women with whom he had performed the act on Gaia - more of pure utility than from anything else - had never seen more than a beautiful, powerful man they could use for their purposes. But Aerith here, she had nothing of the sort in mind. She was so kind, that her mind never considered using others for her own success. She was affectionate, loving, and that Ancient power in her was giving their loveplay the final touch.

There were moments when they looked at each other and linked to a very different and much higher level. Aerith could recognize the man in him, and literally merge with him.

At the beginning he had believed he had taken her purity and innocence, but instead ... it was the other way around. She had taken away his sins, his guilt. Her immaculateness, her light has now become a part of him. And with each passing day it shone brighter than ever.

Sephiroth had not really noticed that the braid was already finished when her hair was too short and he bound it together with a ribbon.

"Done," he said, clearing his throat. Then he took a small hand mirror and held it out to her.

He could just read the admiration in her face.

"Oh, Sephiroth. This is so beautiful!" She beamed brightly at him through the mirror.

"You are beautiful, my angel." His voice was velvety. Such comments seemed to roll smoothly from his tongue.

Aerith giggled softly and stood up.

The white dress she had just drawn could easily pass as a simple wedding dress. The cut of the gown and the corseted waist accentuated her feminine form.

He had a feeling that her breast size had increased somehow.

The intricately embroidered skirt emerged from the hip in an almost floor-length hem, the many layers of very thin silk slightly revealed her legs.

The white shoes, despite the small heels, would not interfere while dancing.

Sephiroth resisted the urge to lift the cloth and bury his head between her pale thighs.

"And what do you have planned for yourself now, anyway?" Aerith said as she grabbed a few things in her bag.

"You will see." With a charming smile, he had disappeared into the bedroom.

Aerith knew that he had gone to the seamstress this morning.

Apparently he liked the clothes there, although he had struggled so much at the beginning to take off his coat for a few hours of the day.

Aerith patiently waited and checked again the rouge on her cheeks, as Sephiroth stepped out the door.

This was not what she had expected.

He looked like a medieval nobleman. The knee high boots made of comfortable black leather, close-fitting trousers of black cloth with silver embroidery on the outer thigh. The shirt in cream underlined his light skin, the long sleeves with narrow cuffs looked like they were out of a fairy tale and the black vest with the same delicate emboirdered patterns shimmered in the candlelight.

It fascinated her, now that he apparently had no more revulsion against the ruffles. He still looked... straight – of course. It only pointed out the noble in him and fitted to the charming, if somewhat ... lascivious gaze.

His hair, he had left flowing down in his regular style, shined as beautifully as any accessory he added.

The black hat with ... a shiny feather that resembled that of a raven, but much ... softer and longer.

He looked almost like the dark hero from one of the novels that her foster mother had read to her as a child.

But damn it. He looked good!

The shirt was unbuttoned to a part, so she could guess his toned chest, and his pants showed her clearly what sort of beast was waiting for her tonight.

"So, how do I look?" asked Sephiroth, as he raised an eyebrow.

"Amazing ..." Then Aerith managed to close her mouth again and grinned at him.

"I also want to try it on!" The child inside her was screaming for this privilege.

Sephiroth chuckled to himself. Walking past the shop, he had known that the hat would please her. He himself thougth about the compilation as extremely ... appropriate. Even if it did not meet his typical style.

"Tonight you may. I will not ruin your hair. "

Oh, what a lousy excuse ... He knew this himself, but he also knew that she would be even more excited by doing so on their night together.

The hat would certainly fit to her too. It had his feminine side, which also underlined Sephiroth's unusual beauty.

"But now let us go. Otherwise we'll be late. "

Then Aerith nodded in agreement and reached for his arm to walk hand in hand with him to the village.

The crowd was staring at the couple as they walked down the street.

Sephiroth was no longer bothered by their looks; they were friendly and full of admiration. Yes, they really were the perfect picture of a loving couple.

Each of them alone was a beauty, but together ...

Sephiroth proudly escorted her from booth to booth and was delighted when she found something she liked. A toy that projected interesting images, depending on how you arranged it, a small bag filled with fascinating little things and then the booths where one can win these ingenious toys.

Of course, Sephiroth did take the chance to represent that he was a master in the shooting games, so that Aerith was already holding the third plushie in her hand. She was very happy when she got a plush Baby-Chocobo and asked the owner wondering, if those animals were also present in the Promised Land.

But unfortunately he had to confess that he only heard stories from hikers about them.

Were chocobos such happy animals that they did not find their way to the Promised Land and immediately returned to the Lifestream? Aerith could imagine this very well.

Sephiroth found out with a shudder, that at these festivals every year a couple was chosen which representatively lead the other festivities until harvest.

He knew it from more ... backwater villages of Gaia.

It was most times a newly married couple, who then followed the course of the year and also joining sowing and conception, maturation and harvest. Which, of course, didn't take the two very active lovers long to do.

And he had a pretty bad feeling, that...

"Look! Over there is a game where you strike a hammer to make the bell ring." Aerith interrupted his thoughts before they could take him on a course which, maybe, could have opened his eyes.

"This is called 'High Striker', sweetheart." He said softly, wondering how much he had to reduce his strength so he wouldn't destroy it.

"Are you trying it?"

Who could say no to those wonderful, pleading eyes?

Sephiroth raised the hammer, effortlessly, with one hand while the man next to the booth looked on anxiously. "Don't worry," whispered the General.

Then Sephiroth pounded the hammer down onto the plate, sending the metal ball soaring up the shaft toward the bell with a vengence. It rang out loud before decending, and they were pleased to see that it did not bear the bell from its moorings.

Aerith jumped joyfully, as if she had not expected something like that. Or perhaps she had to bet that he would surpass his target by miles, but it didn't matter.

"And now I want to dance!"

Sephiroth closed his eyes thoughfully. When was the last time he had danced on a formal occasion at Shinra? Sephiroth couldn't remember. He also did not believe that the movements were the same here.

Undecided, he eyed at the other dancers as they marched slowly toward the podium.

Folk music was playing and everyone seemed to dance randomly, as it came to their minds, casual, full of joy of the dance and not really as what it represented. Sometimes they moved as a group, and changed their partners, laughing.

Oh, he would never give Aerith away. He would fight for her, that was certain.

Within half a minute he had analyzed the style as far as to have a rough idea of the steps and finally dared to try it with the next song.

Aerith smiled happily as he put his hand around her waist and entangling the other with hers. Again and again he let go of her waist and helped her with a quick spin.

Oh, it was a true pleasure to dance with her. She was like a butterfly, which glided breathtakingly over the wooden planks. Her hair bounced as happily as her ...

Damn. Had the corset slipped so far down or did gravity suddenly stop working?

Oh, he had no objection as long as her breasts were not competely revealed ... Finally, she belonged to him, right?

As Aerith ran out of breath and he had to support her again and again, soon Sephiroth decided that it was time for something to drink.

The small bar offered outdoor chairs in this warm summer night. The pair enjoyed some sweet, red wine as they rested. As she regained her breath, Sephiroth devoured her hungrily with his eyes.

The dancing coloured her cheeks in a vivid pink and her eyes sparkled with delight as they watched the other dancers.

Much to his regret, she'd readjusted her corset.

"And now we come to the crowning of this year's couple." The old man announced, after commanding the musicians to cease playing. He motioned to Sephiroth and Aerith, and the villagers displayed their approval as they applauded the couple's fortune.

Frantically, Sephiroth looked for the fastest escape route, but it was too late.

How much more strange could this world actually become?

A few weeks ago, all of them were glaring at him with hate and fear - and now they were actually ...

It was so absurd ...

"Come on!" Aerith said laughing, pulling him to his feet. Oh, the wine started to act, or was it the shame that made him blush?

Standing together with Aerith on the podium and being hailed by the crowd, he felt that already to be impossible, but as they were gifted with wreaths and crowns of vegetables and fruit, he wanted to cry with shame.

But the villagers didn't seem to think that it was embarrassing.

They called out to them and whistled loudly.

"You're such a productive couple; you will bring us happiness as surely as the coming harvest!"

Where was the next hole in the ground for Sephiroth to jump into?

"I'm really proud of you. You have persevered all night, " Aerith told him, as they lay together the next day in the meadow. The moisture of the dew had already evaporated, and the soft stems of the grass seemed much more comfortable than an old blanket.

"Actually, I thought that you would draw Masamune when they drove us through town in that chariot... Thank you, that you held out so long." She cooed as she cuddled up to her beloved.

Sephiroth sighed as repressed memories reappeared.

He never thought that people here would welcome him to their ranks; after all, he was a mass murder. Without the flower girl, he couldn`t have achieved all that.

It felt strangely good, to not be hated by others, but he was facing unusual circumstances now.

"You got me so well rewarded," he said with a smile and picked up one of the flowers that lay at is side.

The bud was just beginning to bloom, beautiful in its simplicity and incredible in its details.

Almost like his Flowergirl here. He would need more than his lifetime to discover all her facets. And Sephiroth knew he wanted to devote his whole life to her in the deepest sense. It was his destiny to serve her ...

Just two weeks ago, when she had first experienced her moon time and they had identified it as the ripening of her Cetra womanhood... Oh, he'd love to be the bee, which she ...

Again, he was torn from his thoughts, as Aerith stroked above his pants.

They had loved each other three times before. Could this woman really want more?

Well, he was, in his inhumanity, willing to give her what she wanted.

"Is my flower hungry for more?" He asked, opening his pants. Aerith was right. From time to time - even if he does not even want to admit it - tight clothing was not quite beneficial.

He noticed that he was still holding the white flower in his hand.

On impulse, he grabbed her hair and put the flower behind her ear.

Oh, how childish the accessory made her appear... Just perfect for him and his dark desires.

Aerith did not reply, and sat down on him. How advantageous it was, that she wasn`t wearing underwear when they were about to love each other. This was normal for anytime of the day.

She took his maleness in her and sighed softly as her body was filled with him.

Oh, how the young woman was consumed by this feeling.

The sex between them was made a give and take by their growing experience. Sometimes she was allowed to take the lead, sometimes he.

Aerith didn't feel used, or seduced to evil things.

Actually, it was her who asked for one more act of devotion most of the times.

This intimacy was something completely natural for them now.

So that he may not come too soon, Sephiroth tried to concentrate on the flower in her hair as her body delivered the most amazing pleasure that he craved so much.

But now they were a good team, always relishing in one another's rapture.

While she rode him with intimate and slow movements, he found it increasingly difficult to look on her face, instead he turned his gaze on her sizable bust, which was moving to the beat.

This woman was just too beautiful...

He had always thought that he would thirst, like all men, for large firm breasts ... After blond hair and blood red lipstick.

But the flower girl proved him wrong.

Her body was almost too fragile – which was no problem due to her incredible ability to heal herself as he knew now - and soft, thin built, and yet ... with everything he could wish for. Again, he wondered how her breasts could increase in such a short period of time ... But the idea was quickly extinguished, when the next blow came to his body and completely absorbing him into herself.

Sephiroth was amazed that such a small woman had completely united with him. He knew from the communal showers that he was far from being equipped inadequately and had already experienced one or another woman, who had felt pain when she had merged with him entirely.

But, it was good that none was more like his little Angel here. Aerith was able to unite with him entirely and give him just what he so desired. The full, intimate union with the woman he loved. Physically and emotionally.

Aerith looked down at him at that moment, as if she read his thoughts.

Her eyes ... they were so full of life and love. He could look at them for hours, fall into their green depths and never surface again... until he drowned.

And it wouldn't matter to him at all...

"I love you ..." he said absently without looking away from her.

Her smile was more beautiful than a thousand sunrises in the Wutai Mountains.

"I love you too ..." The flower girl whispered, as she leaned down to him and gave herself entirely to the moment, until her entrance narrowed around his erection and she rode him into a silent climax.

Sephiroth could feel how his seed flowed into her and her body absorbed everything he gave her.

Yes... he would never again find happiness that was grander than this...

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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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Soon I will upload my audiobook

I've already posted it on animexx:

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But i will create a better version soon with background music and animated pictures ^^

A: Oh, Sephiroth, you possess such a stamina... *laughs*

S: Just the best for my Flowergirl.

A: And you weren't angry with me during the fair?

S: I... was distracted...

A: Being distracted is normal when you adapt a new cultural habit.

S: Were you distracted too when we had our first time?

A: Guess...

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

Reviews can be given by anyone, even those who don't have an account ^^

Thank you ^^ Aerith Mon-Kishu
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