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Cell Division	By : Savaial Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. It belongs to SquareEnix. I do not make any money from these writings, nor do I wish to. The original creators have all my respect, from game designers to voice actors.

Chapter List
- 1-Cell Division
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I respectfully credit all Original Creators, namely Squaresoft, which became SquareEnix,for these characters. In this way, I pay homage to my Fandom's Original Creator, and illustrate my Community's belief that Fan Fiction is "fair use". I do not claim to own these characters. I do not make money or gil from using these protected characters, nor do I wish to make money or gil from them. In other words, I am borrowing these characters to entertain the adult fanfiction community, but I am doing so with the highest degree of respect to the engineers, game designers, music makers, and voice actors.

Gentle, smooth rocking sensations awoke me gradually. I lay in the tub, Hojo at my back, holding me. The top of my head touched his chin. I rolled to put my cheek on his collarbone, resting my lips against his corded neck. He shivered. A soapy hand glided up and over my breast. I felt blunt pressure slipping between my legs. �Wake up,� he whispered, pushing in.
I groaned. Oh, Shiva. The tentacle measured my depth and width, swelling for a perfect fit. Hojo dropped one hand to my clit and one to my left breast. His nimble fingers plucked and twirled patiently, slowly. I felt his erection pushing against my back. Water spilled from the sides of the tub and sent a tidal wave across the tile as I threw a leg over.
�It�s like you were made for me,� Hojo said lowly, voice soft and wondering. �Clever, maddening little bitch.�
�I�m a lady,� I protested, gasping as that thickness in my cunt gave a little spin. �You even said so.�
�You�re not anymore,� he chuckled. �How wonderful for me; I could never do things like this to a lady.� His breaths came faster. �I could never plug a lady�s sweet little rear and probe her tight pussy all at once.� On cue, he entered my ass again. �A lady would never be so slick I could pick between holes, anyway, or choose both. You�re so slick the water won�t wash you clean, Victoria. You like this.�
�You�re damn right I do,� I moaned. �You call me what you want, just don�t stop.� I loved feeling so full and helpless. Hojo�s hard body supported mine. The heat, the water, and his expert attention made the rest of the world just fall away.
A low, rumbling purr reverberated underneath me.
�I�m not ever going to stop, rest assured,� Hojo said.
The pumping increased. I arched, splaying myself wide for it. He kept that light pinching on my nipple, mimicking suction. My clit seemed to vibrate. I heard little cries escaping me and Hojo�s approving, encouraging whispers, but I couldn�t understand either of us. More tentacles wrapped around me, lifting me. He impaled me upon his cock.
�There isn�t another pussy this tight in the world,� he groaned, pushing up with his hips. �Maybe I can loosen it if I fuck you five or six times a day for the next few decades.�
The orgasm surprised me. I wailed and thrashed, clenching down on him as the juicy heat rocked my womb. �Hojo!�
�I love hearing my name tumble out of your mouth,� he growled. �And, I love feeling you come around me.� The hand on my clit drew back and came down hard. I stiffened, my climax enduring, seeming to go on forever. �Say it again,� he ordered, striking twice rapidly.
�Hojo!� I sobbed. The orgasm would not die, not while he demanded otherwise.
Smack!
�Again!�
�Hojo!�
Spanking and thrusting, Hojo took me past any orgasm I�d ever had. I heard myself from very far away, heard him chuckling and the sound of breaking tile.
He was still fucking me when the world went black a second time.
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I awoke again, this time in the bed. Sleepy, I didn�t protest when I felt his fingers unsnapping my collar. �This will shrink and you�ll choke,� he murmured.
The darkness would conceal my tattoo.
I cuddled up to him, throwing my arm over his slender waist. He smelled so dark and musky. His heat comforted me. My pussy ached in a very good way. My stomach growled. As if it listened, Hojo�s stomach returned the noise, only louder.
We sighed in unison.
�Maybe Michael would get us something,� I muttered against Hojo�s pectoral.
�A good plan.� Hojo lifted his bracelet. �Michael?�
�Yes, sir?�
�Where are you?�
�In the cafeteria, sir,� he said. �You want me to bring food back?�
�Please. Bring enough for two.�
�Okay.�
Hojo ended the link. �I hope today isn�t pizza day; I despise pizza.�
�I don�t like it either,� I said. �I�d love some Brussels sprouts or some fried squash.�
�Mmm, fried squash.� Hojo shook himself. �Don�t keep on about good food when we have to eat Shin-Ra fare. I�ll take us all out for something tomorrow.� He lifted and put me on top of him. �In the meantime, I�ll pet my pet.� His hands stroked down and up slowly, lightly. I lolled in the soothing feeling.
�I love the way you touch me,� I confessed.
�I love to touch you,� he countered quietly. �You�re so smooth, like silk inside and out.� I felt a tentacle tip glide over the piercing near my clit. �I shaved you,� he informed.
�Thank you. I�m finding it difficult.�
�I told you I�d do it for you if you found it a problem.�
�I�ll never get good at it if I don�t practice.�
�You don�t have to be good at it.� Hojo flicked the piercing a few times before just sliding into me.
Again I felt a tentacle grow to my appropriate dimensions, but this time it grew a bit larger. I gasped, opening my legs. He pumped me slowly. I heard my wetness making squishing sounds as the tentacle-cock worked me. �I�ve never had these in a woman before you,� he said softly. �I�ve wanted to use them and never felt free to. Most people find them disturbing.�
�I hope you don�t imagine I can talk,� I gasped. �While you fuck me its very difficult to even think.� Lying face down on him, spread, my breasts rubbing his chest, I wallowed in pleasure.
�Are you trying to tell me I screw your brains out?�
I hadn�t known I could laugh while getting fucked.
The tentacle-cock grew a bit more, reaching the dimensions of his natural penis.
�I suppose it condemns you to life as a zombie, because I can�t seem to keep out of you,� Hojo went on in a conversational tone. �Don�t worry; I�ll take care of you. You don�t need to think. All you have to do is keep your legs open. I suggest wearing more skirts. Easy access for my hands, dick and tentacles.�
My breathy laughter became moaning as he quickened his pace. �Can you come with those?� I rasped, referring to the latter.
�I don�t see why not, but I�d have to form the testicles first, wouldn�t I?� Hojo said, sounding thoughtful and interested. �I should anyway; the strike of them on your outer labia will feel good to you.�
I felt the heavy, swinging smack of balls. God, it did feel good. �You are so kinky, Hojo,� I groaned.
�You are too, my dear,� he pointed out. �And, I�m eternally grateful for that.� He pumped harder, making those balls beat me soundly. �So many people deny their kinks; sex is still something to do only for children, for some.� He paused his speech to thrust into me many times, hard, rocking me. �You wouldn�t believe how good this feels to me,� he said, holding my shoulders so as not to lose the power of his strokes.
I believed it. It felt good to me, too. Indulgent. Raw. Animalistic.
All men should have tentacles and, like Hojo, know how to use them imaginatively.
He flicked against my clit and I came, shouting and shuddering. A few more vigorous thrusts and Hojo�s entire body stiffened. His erect cock underneath my body gave a surge, splashing come between us as the tentacle-cock released.
Holy shit. He could knock up a dozen women at once if those created balls made viable sperm, and, potent as Hojo seemed, I suspected they did.
He gave a sigh as I lay there on him, panting. �You�ve made me very hungry. If Michael doesn�t arrive soon I may have to eat you.�
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