The Good Life: Curtain Call (ch. 106)

The arena was thumping with music so loud that I'm sure some of the people in it would be leaving deaf, if not at least with a case of tinnitus. Jinx was jumping around, dancing freely and without care, even when she was splashed over every jumbo screen. I leaned on the railing overhead, out of shit of the cameras, smiling down at the whole affair. She really knew how to throw a party -- who didn't love big robot fights, music, and booze? 

The celebrations were a financial black hole, but they were worth the expense. The Midgar slums were in an ever worsening state of restless oppression, and people needed a release. That could either take the form of violent insurrection that ended with President Shinra being ripped apart limb from limb with the pieces paraded through the streets. 

Or. 

They could get drunk and high and have fun as they tried to cash in on a lifetime's worth of luck by winning the powerball prize that'd catapulte them from destitution to a multi-millionaire. I knew which one I preferred. No way was I going to let anything happen to President Shinra -- I had been too immature to appreciate Stan Edgar properly, and with my own two hands I killed a man who could have been my ultimate partner in crime. Oh, the things we could have done with him at the helm of my version of Vought and my interdimensional evil empire… 

I wasn't going to make that mistake again. I would kill everyone on this planet before I let anything happen to my favorite Megacorp CEO. 

“Are you ready for the main event?!” Jinx's voice cut through my thoughts as she yelled into a microphone, and the roar she got back made the air shake. “Once again, we are here to answer the question of who's gonna be the lucky lady and become the next… Mrs! Corneo!” There was more cheering, mostly from the male audience. No surprise there. The whole thing was a glorified strip show with ladies that weren't just out of their league, they were playing an entirely different game. 

“This little competition has been hosted for many a year now, but this year is somethin’ special, folks! You'll see what I mean,” she said with an aggressive eyebrow wag to the camera. “So, let's introduce our first contestant, hailing from Topside and your local video parlor, a real life movie star… Jessie Rasberry!” 

The crowd went utterly ballistic as Jessie strutted down the catwalk in a wine red dress and a practiced Broadway smile. Or Golden Saucer smile, as they said here. She wasn't exactly a ‘famous’ actress, but she just had a breakout role that was recently released, so she was squarely in the public eye. 

She came to a stop at the end and struck a pose that sent the crowd wild. Pretty sure when she blew a kiss at the camera, some people nutted in their pants. 

The next two contestants were pretty. Beautiful, honestly. I just didn't have much interest in them simply because after years of patience, I was on the cusp of indulging a fantasy of many a geek back home. One starring the woman who had just emerged and made her way down the walkway with a confident, yet less sexy strut. 

“Tifa Lockhart!” Jinx introduced with an infectious cheer, “The busty beautiful bartending battle babe of Sector Seven, who'll break your heart, then your jaw… and maybe, tonight, Mr. Corneo's hips!” Tifa was dressed in a black and white dress gown, and I had been right to wait. The dress that Jinx picked for Tifa went all in on the barmaid look, with a bodice that showed off her curves and made her obscenely huge tits seem that much bigger. 

No wonder the Final Fantasy fans rioted when they got shrunk. I'd be pissed off too. 

Tifa wasn't on the same level of fame as Jessie was amongst the people of Midgar, but she was a bit of a local celebrity nonetheless. The kind of hot girl-next-door that everyone kinda knew about. Even if it was the first time seeing her for a lot of men, they went wild at the sight of her tits which were fighting for their lives to escape their cloth prison. At their cheering, and despite her seeming confidence when she came to a stop at the end of the runway to join the others, I could sense the looming realization that this was really happening crash over her. 

After that, there were another three contestants introduced before the real star of the show arrived. 

“Damn, he does look good in drag,” I cackled as Cloud Strife emerged onto the catwalk, his hands clasped together, with a serene expression that hid his immense misery. 

“Skylar Strife!” Jinx introduced Cloud with a dramatic finish. “These eight contestants are competing for the same hubby, so let's see who wants him more!” Jinx announced, appearing on the screen and reaching into a fish bowl filled with slips of paper. She made a show of stirring it up, as if the decision wasn't already made. 

Showmanship. Jinx had mastered the skill during our little sabbatical, and she used it to great effect.

With a dramatic flourish, raised the slip of paper high before unfurling it so the camera could see. 

“We are starting strong tonight, gentlemen and gentleladies! It's a round of keijo!” She declared and the crowd went nuts. Of the trio, I saw that only Cloud understood what the name implied. Largely because he played around in Wutai on a mission. 

In essence, it was sumo wrestling. Only instead of fat guys in loincloths, it was hot women who used their butts to knock each other out of the ring. Not exactly high entertainment, but rather enjoyable to watch needless to say. Jinx, however, knew how to raise the stakes as the catwalk suddenly split into nine platforms -- one for each contestant, with a central one where the match would take place. Below, however, was a pool of water. 

“And now is time for the grand reveal, my lovely audience,” Jinx announced with a sadistic laugh in her voice. “Each dress is custom made all from the same tailor. All made of a very special material,” she continued, and there was a dawning horror on the intrepid trio's faces. “One that dissolves in water! I hope you all like wet t-shirt contests!” 

I was going to have to do something special for Jinx once we got back to her world. She really was a treat.

I could practically see the three of them doing the internal math and realizing that Cloud had to win or else the jig would be up. They were communicating with their eyes on the platform, trying to keep their panic hidden, and they almost had time to be relieved when it was revealed that the winners of each match would remain dry. And thus, clothed. 

That lasted right up until Jinx called out the first match. 

“First up, it's Skylar vs… Tifa!” Jinx yelled into the mic, smiling wildly as the two were brought to the center platform. They shared a long look, both of them trying to puzzle out a way to avoid the obvious. But there wasn't any other way, and it was Tifa who came to grips with that first. She offered a subtle nod to Cloud before the bell was rung, beginning the match. 

Tifa had no choice but to lose, else Cloud's cover would be blown, but she made her defeat look good. I could sense the radiating guilt and humiliation Cloud felt as he pushed her closer to the edge. Tifa was strong, sure, but not SOLDIER strong. Their butts clashed again and again until Tifa reached the point of no return. Her foot slipped and she fell into the tank of water below, which was deep enough to soak her from the neck down. 

Instantly, the cloth of her dress began to unravel and dissolve, leaving her clad in only a simple white shift that remained intact as she climbed out of the tank. Her face was beet red, the soaked shift doing very little to hide her curves as it clung to her like a second skin. She immediately moved to cover her chest with her arms, dripping with water and shame, and Jinx was relentless. 

“Aw, she's shy! But thanks to the miracles of technology, we have instant replay!” Jinx informed and Tifa's expression morphed into open horror when the big screen showed a clip of her climbing up, her breasts straining against the white shift, with the coldness of the water making her rosy pink nipples stand out against the thin cloth. “I! SEE! NIPPLES!” 

I didn't know what was better -- Cloud's guilt, Tifa's mortification, or the rambunctious cheering of the crowd who didn't have an ounce of sympathy or care to the humiliation she must be feeling. Humiliation she was enduring for their sake. 

A sly little smile tugged at my lips as I watched on from above as the winners of the round were declared, Cloud and Jessie among them. I wasn't just doing this for kicks, though I did find it very funny. It all served a purpose as all I had to do was amplify a few feelings stirring in Tifa. 

A little anger there, a nudge of resentment there… all of it cultivating an emotional field I fully intended to sow. 

I had years of practice from my clumsy first attempts with Cinder back in my old world. Back then I could only use emotional manipulation as a hammer, but these days, I found it was better as a scalpel. 

Tifa’s anger and resentment further solidified during the obstacle course of the second competition with the crowd cheering and groaning when she wasn't flashing them, or how they booed when she managed to stop one of her tits from falling out on the trampoline. 

But then it crystallized with the final event. An event that was different for each contestant, and chosen by the one who had sponsored them.. It could be a musical number, like Jessie got, or a dance routine like Cloud got saddled with. But in Tifa's case, it was a little more… interactive. 

“Now, my lovely assistant Tifa shall be adorning her equipment beyond this here privacy curtain,” Jinx announced, holding up a number of small thumb tip-sized vibrators connected to a controller by a thin cord. Jinx tossed Tifa a wink, confirming exactly what she was supposed to do with them, before addressing the crowd while Tifa stiffly vanished behind the curtain. “In each of your seats, there is a controller with seven buttons connected to seven accessories that dear Tifa shall be wearing for her show'n'tell! Which is, of course, of her kickass fightin’ moves, that she will demonstrate on Vi and Vi!” 

Vi and Vi were synths. And they were massive. Six and a half feet tall, built like a pair of brick shit houses, with muscles upon muscles, and each with a face that screamed ‘mindless thug.’ Jinx had since modified them further, giving them hot pink hair styled the same way as her sister's. 

“Your goal, sweet audience, is to make Tifa lose. Mash a button during a kick, or a punch or a spin! And here is a handy guide to which button affects where!” Jinx said, making a gesture to the mega screen overhead. It was a picture of Tifa with various labeled arrows pointing at her -- 1 for her left boob, 2 for her right, 3 for her clit, while 4 through 7 were in various depths of her pussy, with 7 being the deepest. The crowd was eating it up, enraptured by the idea, and all the more so when Jinx finished, “And if she loses… to the victors go the spoils, right?!” She said, snapping her fingers. 

Vi and Vi responded by tearing off their clothes, revealing that they were only wearing banana hammocks underneath. I had nothing to be ashamed of in the pants department, already firmly in the realm of porn star size. They, on the other hand, were packing the kind of heat that would genuinely fuck up a persons life if they were that big. If it wasn't for some clever bypasses when I made them, they wouldn't have enough blood to remain conscious when they got an erection. 

Behind the scenes, Cloud nearly broke. It wasn't lost on them that Tifa was being targeted in particular, but they were assuming it was purely because of Jinx's particular brand of madness. And I think he would have broke, casting aside the mission for the sole pleasure of murdering Jinx with his bare hands, if I hadn't helped things along. 

“Trust me.” 

I carried Tifa's words to his ears, despite the roaring crowd that were chanting in anticipation. That managed to stop him cold, at least for a moment until Tifa reflected her wardrobe change. 

Her hair was pulled up in a tight braid, and the sports bra was back, which massively nerfed her tits, while her legs were clad in a pair of bloomers that were a size too small. Thin wires protruded from her clothing, and small bumps in the fabric revealed that everything was where it should be. 

“Some of you, I know, are gonna root for the underdog, and I have a little something for that -- every time the crowd gets her engine revvin’ ifyouknowwhatImean, she will get a Materia! Just to help even the odds. So, if you really want to help her… make this little slut cum her brains out!” 

Without further ado, Jinx raised a handgun in the air, gave it a spin for some style, then pulled the trigger to start the match. Vi and Vi rushed forward, and Tifa made to meet them in the middle only to falter on the second step. Almost lost over the sound of cheering was the sound of buttons mashing, sending every sex toy attached to Tifa in overdrive. 

“Oh,” Jinx gleefully added, “I forgot to mention -- all the buttons work at the same time… and the more you mash ‘em, the more intense they are!” 

Tifa, to her credit, righted herself and threw a high kick at Vi's head. Her expression was one of absolute focus, determined to end the fight as fast as she could to end the humiliation. Had Vi been a normal man, the heel to the temple that she delivered would have been enough to kill him, but I’d stuffed his cranium with a protective layer thick enough to prevent a concussion from a bus going full speed. So instead of dying, he just ate the blow and punched her in the ribs with enough force to send her flying away. 

The fight began in earnest when she landed, only for a leg to quiver, showing that she wasn't immune to the eggs attached to every erogenous zone she had. But it was overshadowed by her razor sharp focus and will power. Incredibly, if I wasn't here, the little show wouldn't have been as exciting simply because Tifa was so pissed off that she wouldn't have been able to even think about arousal if I wasn't here. 

But I was here, to coax it and stoke the pleasure she felt as she fought. The more aroused she became, the more I heightened her sensitivity, which made her feel more aroused. She held strong, though, clashing against the two synths. If they were normal people, Tifa would have put them down a half dozen times in a dazzling display of skill and grace, but they weren't, so she didn't, and the longer the fight went on the sloppier Tifa got. 

And then it happened. 

Tifa kicked a Vi in the stomach with enough force to send him skidding across the arena, but her other leg quivered. Her knee buckled as the toy against her clit vibrated intensely, and because of it, she couldn't jump away in time to stop the Vi she kicked from grabbing her leg and taking her with him. A hand lunged for her throat and the spike of fear she felt was plain as day on her face as the Vi reached out and effortlessly tore off her sports bra, revealing her breasts and the eggs attached to her nipples with two strips of black electrical tape each. 

The crowd reached a fever pitch, ecstatic that she had been caught. 

And Tifa, through the fear and the arousal, hated them. 

Not enough, though. 

I spiked her arousal, and with a hand around her throat, a crowd cheering for what was about to happen next, and a cock the size of an arm springing free of a banana hammock slapping between her breasts, Tifa came. Her hips bucked, and her arousal started dripping down her thighs, soaking her bloomer shorts and letting everyone watching know she had just orgasmed. And with it, salvation came as a Materia was dropped towards her, and she had just enough presence of mind to grab it. 

Lightning gathered around a foot that she slammed into the Vi's chest, scorching the skin and stopping his heart. She broke free, half collapsing into a heap as she grasped at her throat, heaving for breath. It was as she was pushing away the dark spots in her vision that she heard it. 

The sound of booing. 

Tifa's gaze rose up to the crowd, momentarily bewildered at what they could possibly be booing for. I saw it on her face when it clicked into place, and utter revulsion filled her gaze. 

Perfect. Exactly what I needed. Now all that was left was a cherry on top. 

Tifa effortlessly defeated the other Vi now that she was armed with a Materia, killing him with a kick to the head that caved in his temple and fried his brain. An action she didn't seem to regret as his corpse toppled over and she was announced the winner of the match. All that was left was to announce the winner of the contest -- Tifa's emotions were a volatile mess as she stood in a line with all the others, by far the one who most went through the ringer compared to the others. 

And then Jinx called for the vote with all seven women and one guy appearing on the screen with a bar next to a portrait. The crowd cast their votes, letting a real-time feed appear as the women constantly switched places as more votes came in. And the winner was clear after only a few seconds, but the voting continued for a full minute. 

“And we have this years Mrs. Corneo… Skylar Strife!” Jinx announced the winner, Cloud getting pushed forward while the other women held back. He did a good job of keeping his disgust and hatred off his face as he offered a polite wave to the crowd, dominating with a whopping 55% of the votes. 

Tifa swallowed it all down, standing further humiliated that despite all she went through she didn't even get the prize. I don't think she knew it yet, but there was a part of her that didn't even care about stopping Shinra's plan anymore. 

And that was how I knew it was a job well done. 

…

A quick Shamble brought me to the manor, and it was a genuine madhouse ripped out of the fever dream of a horny teenager with a BDSM fetish. Jinx had continued her collection of Mrs. Corneos, all of whom were getting ready to break in the new batch of losers -- gearing up with whips, chains, gags, and a wide selection of sex toys. 

The ballroom turned sex dungeon was an insidious madhouse. The walls were blacked out and painted with Jinx's particular brand of bioluminescent art. The lights overhead were dim, letting out just enough light to see but also dark enough to let the neon paint glow. It made the servants, the previous losers of the competion, seem like fucked up artwork as they were painted and forced into poses that left their naughty bits on display. All the while, a familiar pink fog clung to the ground. 

Joy in a mist form, just to make sure everyone lost their inhibitions and enjoyed what they otherwise might not. 

In short, it was a dark, somewhat alarming, look into Jinx's psyche. It was what she became in search of my approval, not understanding the fact that she always had it regardless of what she did. But because she saw a way to gain it, she kept upping the ante until it became… this. 

Frankly, I was a big fan. Whoever said not to stick your dick in crazy had been a real risk averse puritan prick. 

I leaned on the balcony that overlooked the sex dungeon, sensing Jinx leading the losers into the manor while Cloud was escorted elsewhere. To the Don Corneo synth I had made as a distraction. Wouldn't take long for that to blow up, and as far as Wedge and Biggs were aware, Cloud was the one they were supposed to be helping. By the time they realized it was all one big ruse? 

Well, it would be far too late for everyone involved. 

Jinx threw the doors open, “Ladies! The fun has arrived!” She announced to the waiting crowd of a dozen giggling nude women, who eyed the new arrivals like pieces of meat. The new arrivals meanwhile were stunlocked, gaping at the sight that greeted them, and as they did so… 

They breathed in Joy. 

I had my eye on Jessie and Tifa, and I watched their eyes dilate despite their obvious tension. Tifa just about jumped out of her skin when Jinx wrapped her arms around her from behind, yet her flesh rose as a shiver visibly raced down her spine. “Enjoy them, gals. Except for these two. They're for upstairs- but you might get lucky with some sloppy seconds!” 

That brought everyone's attention to me, the previous winners giggling and waving at me, which I returned with a lazy smile. The new girls looked up with incomprehension, all save Tifa and Jessie. Their eyes were full of suspicion. Yet, all the same, they accepted being ushered up by Jinx, both of them visibly wary and tense. All the more so when the others got started. 

The winners pounced on the losers like a pack of starving animals, only instead of eating them, they started fucking the shit out of them. Before the losers even had time to get a grip on the situation or an explanation, they found themselves bent over and getting railed from behind while their faces were pressed into someone's crotch. The winners took a savage delight in it, intoxicated and uninhibited by Joy and their own sense of superiority. Before Tifa and Jessie had even reached the top of the stairs, the ballroom was full of the sounds of fucking and moaning. 

“Who are you?” Tifa questioned sharply, but she was answered by Jinx immediately melting against my side as I turned around to face them. Her eyes widened, “You're Don Corneo?” 

That was good. I would have been disappointed in her if a huff of Joy was enough to completely zonk her out. Jessie, however, seemed to be struggling a bit more, with her gaze drifting over the railing to the orgy happening below. 

“In a fashion,” I replied, Tifa frowning in response to my smile. “But, I doubt that you really care about who I am so much as what I know -- Phase Two, was it?” 

Tifa's eyes gained a cutting sharpness to them, the effects of the drugs forcibly pushed to the side so she gave me her absolute focus. Every muscle she had coiled like a spring, ready to pounce, but she was held back from the threat Jinx delivered for me. 

“You didn't win the competition, but you have heart, Tifa. I respect it. I even respect you trying to pull that con by slipping a guy into the competition,” I said, tipping my hand. 

Jinx immediately sputtered, her eyes flying open, “Wait, WHAT?” There was delight dancing in her eyes as she immediately zeroed in on who the guy was. “Skylar was a guy? Huh. He's prettier than me,” she added, sounding unsure how to feel about that. 

“If you know all of that, then why are we having the conversation?” Tifa interjected, cutting right to the chase. 

“Because I am a firm believer in second chances,” I replied. “So, you get another chance to learn what Phase Two is. It comes with a price tag, though -- three days of your time.” 

Tifa clenched her jaw, “And if I decide to beat the answers out of you?” She growled, clenching her fists. The Lightning Materia had been taken from her, but she was still a dangerous martial artist. Just not one that was a danger to me. Or Jinx, as she was the one who answered, moving in a burst of speed and darting to Jessie faster than Tifa could react. Jinx had already been a quick one, but with the boost from the Compound V? She wasn't a speedster in the same sense that A-Train was, but she was much faster than anything I saw from Soldier Boy or Homelander. 

Jinx wrapped a hand around Jessie's throat as Tifa rounded on her, but Jinx was behind Jessie, using her as a human shield. Jessie… Well, she barely noticed, frankly. But that was mostly because I had been subtly delivering her a concentrated dose of Joy vapors every time she took a breath. I doubted she had a single thought in her head at the moment other than good vibes. “Ah ah ahh…” 

“Or,” I continued, as if Tifa hadn't said anything. “You can walk away.” Her gaze darted to me, while keeping Jessie in her periphery. “Phase Two concerns the slums. Mass death and a… reconstruction of life beneath the plate. Messy business, certainly, but nothing that has to do with you if you don't want it to. After all, Tifa, do you really want to save those people? The people who cheered for your humiliation? Who booed when you managed to stop-” With each stressed word, I stoked her indignation, her anger, her hate. 

She cut me off, “Enough!” She snapped, and despite all that moral conviction, I could almost smell her doubts. Doubts that I would cultivate and nurture until I could claim her for my own. 

Taylor was her own brand of crazy, and Jinx was predisposed to crazy. Tifa, however? Her, I would drive crazy. 

“Just- enough,” Tifa repeated, her shoulders slumping and I didn't need my powers to know she was full to the brim with shame. “How do I know you will keep your word?” her decision was already made -- she just didn't want it to be for nothing. 

“You don't,” I admitted freely. “So, I will tell you this -- I stand to benefit if you stop what is coming. I just also stand to benefit if you fail, only less.” Her brow furrowed and there was genuine disgust in her eyes, but she replied with a shallow nod. And just like that, the deal was struck. 

Reaching into my pocket, I took out a pill case and flicked it to Tifa, who deftly caught it. “What's this?” 

“Obedience. You'll take a pill a day for the next three days,” I said, and I could tell that she thought I was being metaphorical. I wasn't. Over the past few years, I had gotten good at distilling more complex aspects of the emotional spectrum and mixing and matching them as needed. And I could see her hesitation and second thoughts, waiting a very long moment, as if she expected Cloud to burst through the front door. 

But he didn't. Because Cloud, Wedge, and Biggs were in the completely wrong location and fighting their way through a flood of monsters and robots. 

When he never arrived, with all the threats looming over her, and the euphoria of Joy plucking a few sweet notes in her ear… she took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp. 

God, I loved Taylor. I never would have discovered this corruption fetish without her. 

I beckoned Tifa to approach with a finger, and though she didn't yet realize it, she was compelled to obey me. It wasn't quite mind control. She could overcome it if she really tried. Telling her to kill everyone in the room would be enough to snap her out of it, but making a gesture for her to get on her knees before me? That, she obeyed without thinking about it. 

Now for the part I had been waiting years for, “Would you kindly put those tits of yours to good use?” I asked her, borrowing an old phrase from a game that I only knew about because of the big twist I was referencing. A code phrase that Tifa would be hearing a lot over the next few days until it was ingrained in her subconscious. Until whenever she heard it, she would simply obey whatever came after. 

Her hands went up to my pants and with a fumbling nervousness, she undid my fly and lowered my boxers, allowing my cock to spring forth and slap down on her forehead. Her eyes crossed looking up at it, and I could hear her heart lurching in her chest as it beat as fast as a hummingbird's. I could feel her sharp gasp on the underside of my cock, but it wasn't entirely because of its size and its girth. 

The moment the deal had been struck, Jinx hadn't been idle. With deft hands, she undid the zipper to Jessie's dress, letting it pool around her feet, before she leaned in to kiss her, who welcomed it in a haze of Joy. She barely noticed as Jinx undid her bra, tossing it over the railing, before tearing off her panties so she stood naked. Tifa had been the real prize, but Jessie was a cherry on top. 

Her body was a contrast to Tifa's. She was a bit taller, her body possessing a lithe grace. Her boobs were perky C-cups, small pink nipples serving as their caps while her stomach was flat with hints of muscle underneath. A neatly trimmed patch of brown pubic hair sat above her glistening slit that already had a dollop of arousal dripping down her inside of her thigh. 

Jinx brought her over to me and pressed her into my side, and she practically melted against me while Jinx pressed herself against my other side. Jinx snapped Tifa out of her stupor when I leaned in, kissing Jessie deeply, by going to the X tape that still covered her nipples and pulled one of them off with a yank. “Quit gawkin’! Didn't you hear him? Put those puppies to work!” 

As she delivered the command, she grabbed the other piece of tape, revealing Tifa's breasts in earnest. Her rosy red nipples were hardened peaks, seeming almost small in comparison to how obscenely large her breasts were, easily in the same weight class as Robin and Nora’s. With some hesitation still lurking behind her eyes, Tifa cupped her breasts and enveloped all but the head of my cock in her cleavage, smothering it with her soft yet firm flesh.

I broke the kiss with Jessie, cupping her ass with a hand and looking down at Tifa with Jinx, who let out a low whistle. “Those things are dangerous! Work ‘em, girl! And don't neglect the top- you a virgin or something?” Jinx immediately questioned, earning a mild glare but Tifa obeyed nonetheless. 

While her breasts massaged the length of my shaft, the head of my cock slid into her waiting mouth. I think that virgin remark had hit home, but Tifa still had an idea on what to do as her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. Spit dripped down it, slickening her cleavage to make her tits glide over my cock with greater ease. Jinx reached out with a hand, resting it on her head and urging Tifa to take me deeper into her mouth with every bob of her head until eventually I hit the back of her throat with a wet gag. 

Then, unceremoniously, Jinx yanked her head forward and forced my cock into the warm wet depths of her throat, past her gag reflex. Involuntary tears gathered in the corners of Tifa's eyes, but Jinx paid them no mind, looking up at me while fluttering her eyelashes, Jessie kissing up and down my neck as she grinned herself against me. “Do you like your new bride?” 

“She's fantastic, Jinx. You've really outdone yourself," I told her, making Jinx smile before we kissed. My tongue invaded her mouth, utterly dominating the kiss as she submitted to me in mind, body, and soul. She melted into the kiss so deeply that her hand on Tifa’s head slipped, letting Tifa pull back so suddenly that she fell on her back as she gasped for air. 

We broke the kiss and Jinx gave me an exaggerated roll of her eyes, “Sheesh. Amateurs, amiright?” She remarked with a pleased little smile when Tifa glared up at her with venom. “Fine, I’ll show ‘ya how it’s done.” She said, smoothly getting on her knees next to Tifa, who pushed herself back up. Jessie, who wasn’t one to be left out, joined them on the other side of Tifa, leaving all three women on their knees in various states of undress while my cock glistened before them. 

Tifa leaned in, once more taking my cock into her mouth while Jinx worked the back of her head, her hand gliding over the length of my shaft. Jessie, however, leaned in and took one of my balls in her mouth and sucked on it gently, making my cock throb in appreciation. It was a mesmerizing sight, three beautiful women sucking me off, and watching Tifa fight against losing herself to the haze of lust was just… perfect. 

I had waited for this moment for years. I had been patient on a level that I genuinely hadn’t realized I was capable of. And now it was time to reward myself for my good behavior with what I did best -- self-indulgence. 

Tifa sucked my cock, her head bobbing with increasing speed and enthusiasm as Jinx whispered instructions and dirty talk into her ear, Jessie was sucking my balls and masturbating with equal fervor, and the sense of payoff had me steadily inching closer to the first of many orgasms to come over the next few days. 

My cock throbbed warningly in Tifa’s mouth, making Jinx urge her on to send me over the edge. Yet, I held off for a moment longer before I let the tension in my balls snap, sending the first surge of cum into the back of her throat with such force that some escaped from her nose. Tifa recoiled, pulling back and her face was plastered with the second rope before Jinx grabbed my cock, jacking it as she took aim to paint her tits, then Jessie’s, then her own face. 

It was euphoric. 

And the fact that my first orgasm of the night came at the very same moment that Cloud and the others arrived to the decoy ballroom, thinking they would find the others, only to discover an empty room?

Just a happy coincidence.