Where is Your Goddess?

Another ficlet that I wrote for a kink meme. Enjoy.

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A strangled cry echoed through the darkness.

A moment of silence...only to be followed by a moan of pain-laced pleasure.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the darkened room, almost inaudible against the sound of metal against metal. More moans and whimpers fell from kiss-bruised lips, an evil chuckle following shortly after.

“Come now, pet. I know you are capable of being much more vocal than that.”

Rage burned through his veins at the name 'pet' and an angry hiss escaped him. He opened his mouth to throw a hate-filled retort back at his captor only to cry out as hot, pulsing flesh slammed into him. Long silver strands fell over his shaking shoulders, draping him in such a manner that the moonlit locks could almost be mistaken as his own. All movement stilled, and Genesis had to force back the urge to push back against the source of his pleasure, his face flushing as a moan of disappointment fell from his lips.

Another chuckle filled the air and in response, Genesis found himself tensing at the sound...only to regret doing so a minute later as pain shot through his ass, a pained whimper escaping him as the man behind him groaned in appreciation. The chain attached to the leather collar around his neck was suddenly yanked, forcing a startled gasp from him as he was forced to look up at the mirror-like surface that covered the wall he now faced. Refusing to look at his own reflection, he glared at the reflection of the unnatural green eyes that bore holes into his own.

Another chuckle fell from those sinful lips as his captor’s free hand slowly snaked its way down to fondle his straining erection. Ignoring the way the chains that restrained him chaffed his wrists and his ankles, he found himself arching into that caress, his eyes fluttering shut and his breath faltering despite himself.

Without warning, his captor pulled almost completely out of Genesis...just to slam back in with such force, the chains holding him in place rattled in protest. A scream tore through his throat as pain and pleasure warred for dominance in his body, his back arching painfully despite his restraints. Genesis could only writhe and moan as his captor started a slow pace, speeding up to bring him closer to the edge, only to slow down yet again when Genesis came close to climax.

Letting out a frustrated growl, Genesis tried to push back against his captor, tried to force himself down on that engorged cock, tried to push himself up into that sinful hand. The only response to his efforts was a continuation of the slow, torturous build-up of pleasure. Genesis could not help the pitiful whimper that left his lips as he was denied yet again, his restraints keeping him from reaching the release his body so badly desired.

It had been days—Days? Weeks? Months? He had lost track—since Gaia’s Golden Boy had fallen. Since Sephiroth had made reality all that he had claimed he would. Since Sephiroth had found the flooded cavern where he had sealed himself away...

...waiting for the day when calamity would strike and Gaia would need a savior once more...

...only to fall...

...only to fail...

...again...

“Where is your Goddess now, pet?”

The words had been whispered against the over-sensitized shell of his ear, drawing yet another moan from him. It took him a few seconds for him to register that his captor—his master—had been speaking to him, but when it did, his eyes flew open to stare back at Sephiroth’s reflection in the mirror. The sight that met his startled, pleasure-hazed eyes made his breath catch in his throat.

Kneeling on a pool of black satin sheets, stripped bare save for the chains attached to Damasus steel cuffs keeping his arms extended...

...as if offering himself to the Goddess...

...a collar around his throat...

...a red collar...made from the coat he once wore...in mockery of what he once was...

...Sephiroth behind him, rocking against him, into him, an arm wrapped around his frame in a lover’s embrace, his other hand fisting Genesis’ leaking cock, his silver hair flowing around them like moonlight, inhuman eyes staring possessively at their reflection as he continued his torturous pace, continuing to draw out desperate moans and whimpers from Genesis.

But the most striking feature that caught Genesis’ eye was the wings. His own wing, fully extended and held in place by multiple chains, straining to break free but unable to do so. And Sephiroth’s wing, also fully extended but not bound by chains, mirroring his own, creating the illusion that his master was a dark angel, and he, his toy.

“Shall I answer the question for you?”

Genesis gasped in pleasure as Sephiroth started to increase his pace with no intent of slowing down, the hand fisting his erection also intensifying its strokes. Barely able to take in enough air to breathe, he could only stare ahead through heavy-lidded eyes at those green orbs that stared so hungrily back at him, a moan falling from parted lips as fingers started to thread through the feathers of his outstretched wing. The pleasure was blinding and quickly starting to overcome the pain. It wouldn’t be much longer before...

...Genesis screamed, his body arching against his restraints, ignoring the pain that shot up his arms and through his back. Riding out wave after wave of pleasure, Genesis found himself falling back against a hard chest, more exhausted than he had felt in his entire lifetime. He could only moan weakly as he felt Sephiroth still against him, the foreign feeling of something entering him causing his knees to almost give out from under him. Finding his consciousness slipping, Genesis started to slump against Sephiroth, his mind and body too broken to want to think...to move...

A sudden, painful tug on the chain connected to his collar snapped him to attention and he found himself looking back into Sephiroth’s eyes.

“Your Goddess is dead, pet. I am now your God. You need nothing else.”