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I Want To Be The Girl With The Most Cake - Tifa reward story
🕑 Added 2021-04-16 10:18:23 +0000 UTC"Can we talk?" The knock on her door and the peek in of Tifa's head were all friendly enough to try and hide the clear intention of something a lot more aggressive than she was letting on. Aerith could tell there was something amiss could hear the tension in her voice and the strained niceness that clearly signaled something much, much more concerning than she was letting on. "If you're not busy. Just us girls."
"Just us girls!" Jessie poked her head in past Tifa's, smiling brightly. "Promise."
Aerith had just been lying in bed, trapped in thought, and the arrival of visitors left her wondering what was going on, because nothing about the way they both acted said that this was just girl talk at all. Down to the way that Jessie stressed with absolute certainty than it was. Something was amiss here. She knew it. There was just an off quality to the way they acted. Or maybe she was being paranoid. Tired. Yanked from her thinking and getting nervous about people who wanted to get to know her better. She just wasn't used to people wanting that for any good reason. "I'm not busy," she said. Her body naturally shifted about and she pulled herself into a better position to sit, watching the girls come in.
There was something almost calm about it for a moment. Jessie slipped out from behind Tifa and walked in first, a pep in her step that tracked well with everything that Aerith would have expected from her. It all seemed normal and reasonable for a moment, and Aerith briefly felt like she had just been caught up in her own paranoia, granted a brief moment where she relaxed. It made it all the more upsetting and terrifying to then feel the grip at the back of her head, for Jessie to bolt forward and drag her off of the bed by the hair and push her to her knees in front of Tifa. Aerith shouted out in surprise, but the door closed and Tifa shoved forward just as fast, grabbing at the hem of her skirt and moving on the new girl with ruthless intent.
"Why do you pay so much attention to Cloud?" Tifa asked, and the words weren't even the thing Aerith was able to take as a surprise, thanks to the sudden shove of a cock into her mouth. A fat, veiny cock bursting out from under Tifa's dress and forcing itself into Aerith's throat with reckless intent and a vicious push to make her completely lose her focus and her sense. "Don't think I haven't seen it. You want him, don't you?"
Aerith didn't have any way to answer with the cock lodged down her throat. She gagged and struggled under the weight of this attention, panic brewing inside of her as she received the merciless treatment, the senseless slams deep into her snug throat that robbed her of clarity and sense. She didn't know what to make of it, and her struggles sounded sloppy and helpless as she fell into a state of messy, dizzy fever that left her all the less capable of processing it. Things were happening too fast for Aerith to piece any of them together. There was just the burning pressure and the certainty that continued to pull everything deeper. She tried her best to push against this, but the unreasonable depths of fever and aggression robbed her of that.
"I used to be like you," Jessie whispered into Aerith's ear, holding her by the hair tightly and forcing her down onto Tifa's cock, subjecting her again and again to the vicious shoves and strokes that continued to challenge her, that laid her low and filled her with increasing, feverish dread. "Tifa helped me a lot. She’ll help you, too."
"Every girl he meets does the exact same thing," Tifa groaned, her hips driven by pressure and wickedness, relentless motions subjecting her to the harsh reality of what she could do. The sounds of Aerith gagging on her dick fuelled her every savage slam forward, and Tifa was happy to ride this chaos out, to continue roughing her up and making her spiral into a deep throb of chaos on her cock. There didn't feel like any reasonable connection from one thought to another. "Every girl looks at him and fawns over him, and I don’t know why, but I'm going to keep fucking every last one of them anyway."
The smack of balls against her chin and the harsh treatment winding her up left Aerith completely floored. She didn't understand what was going on, didn't know how to stand up for herself or push back against the brutality and the fever sweeping up through her hastier and rougher by the second. She didn't understand this at all, but Aerith couldn't ask for help, couldn't seek answers or pull herself back from this mess with any hope for clarity. She was just getting used, gripped and claimed and jerked back and forth by Jessie in sloppy motions out of time with Tifa's thrusts, which only added to the chaos and the confusion. Aerith hadn't done anything toward Cloud, and she had no idea what was happening here.
"When we were younger, back in the village, it was the same thing. Girls looked right past me toward Cloud. He shows up here, and the same thing happens all over again. No more." Tifa growled, making sure to slam herself to the hilt past Aerith's lips. She wanted to make sure she subjected her to the roughest, most raw pace she could, punishing her for doing the same thing she had grown so burningly jealous of. "Every cute girl who doesn't think to look at me but goes right to him has to suffer the same fate. I'm tired of this!" Tifa's jealousy, born of being into girls but always watching them look at Cloud instead of her, had reached its boiling point when he returned. She'd fucked Jessie until she broke, and now it was Aerith's turn.
Aerith didn't understand even the beginning of what was going on here, but the savagery behind the thrusts forcing her throat open and making her struggle to contain reason left her in a state where she didn't know if she could do much about it. She was stuck, the cock lodged down her throat, punishing it and forcing it loose, making her struggle and sputter in a state of gooey dismay and terror. Confusion abounded, and each shove forward left her less and less clear on what was going on here or how to deal with nay of it. Tifa was out of her mind and moving with burning fever, and all she could do was endure, wondering if there was nay way to squeeze her way back from this, only for Jessie to tighten the grip in her hair and force her even more violently through this facefucking.
Drool ran down her chin, dripping onto her dress as she received the worst of these attentions. Aerith remained powerless and unable to push against this, falling ever deeper in her struggles, and the savage pace only worsened. Tifa’s throbbing cock dripped pre-cum down her throat, and she found herself a dizzy, worried mess, worn down by the bizarre passions that hit her with specific, feverish intent. Aerith had never felt anything quite this directly, brazenly disrespectful before, and try as she might to make sense of it, she was doomed to keep giving in, to keep falling into a state of surrender and confusion that ripped her apart. This was too much, its reckless, burning pressure driving her deeper into confused oblivion, and she didn't have a prayer of working through it.
Tifa's haste wore on rougher, harsher, refusing to slow down the merciless speed and brutality she knew she could throw into this with, wanting to bring about a ruinous rush of chaos and fever too messy and too frenzied for her to help. It was all too much in the worst of ways for Aerith, who felt the eruption of cum, heard the tense groans, and received a 'treat' pumping down her throat. Tifa came directly down into her stomach, pumping away and filling her up with so much pressure and so much confusion that she didn't have a prayer of pulling back from it. It was foggy and hazy and awful in all the ways she wished she was capable of dealing with, and she didn't know what to do about any of it.
The cock remained down Aerith's throat a bit longer, spasming and aching, before finally drawing back, only to slap across her face. "That was good," she groaned. "Jessie, do you think she did well?'
"Not as well as I did when you fucked my face for the first time," Jessie said, biting her lip, breath tensing up. "But she did well. I wonder if she still wants Cloud." She tilted Aerith's head back. "Are you ready to submit to the superior cock yet?"
Nobody was explaining anything to Aerith. She didn’t understand what was going on, and the factor of how dizzy she felt didn't do much to help. And even now, with her throat unclogged and her mouth free to speak, with spit strands connecting her lips to that twitching, still-rigid cock, she didn't think she cared to ask. She didn't understand this, but that couldn't get in the way, right? She wanted to remain strong even in the face of pure insanity and confusion. Too bad that was her biggest mistake.
"Get her on the bed," Tifa said. "Clearly I need to teach her another lesson." She didn't waste any time, and Jessie was happy to help, tugging her dress off of her as she pulled the dizzy and breathless brunette onto the bed.
"You'll love it," Jessie moaned. "You'll love her cock. You'll get addicted to it, just like me."
Aerith didn't want to be anything just like Jessie. Especially not with whatever the hell had come over her now. But there didn't feel like much hope of beign saved now, as the grip tightened on her, as her body was exposed and her legs forced open. That massive cock stood so threatening and so ready, and finally, Aerith had to ask, "Why do you want to keep me away from Cloud so badly?" She felt like it may have made more sense if she were able to form a coherent thought, but she was completely removed now from sense.
The wry, mocking stares that Tifa shot Aerith were biting and they were vicious. "I don't care about Cloud or what he does," she said. "I just want pretty girls for myself." That was the note on which she buried herself into Aerith, claiming her with every inch of her cock at once, the wild shrieks Aerith let out as she filled her became the fuel Tifa needed, certain she was going to make this all work to her wicked benefit. She was shameless, working right at the ferocious need to fuck her into submission. It was the only thing that mattered now to Tifa, and she was ready to rule her, ready to pound her into senseless, dizzy surrender and subject her to the absolute worst she could muster.
Confused gasps expressed far more hazy pleasure than Aerith would have liked to be expressing, her body a shuddering mess overwhelmed by the brutal speed and fever that Tifa imposed upon her. She was reckless, forward, building up momentum with a speed and a recklessness all focused around the chance to wear her down, and Aerith didn't have a prayer of making sense now of what began to take her. There was so much that built up so quickly, and the pleasure focused itself on pushing her to the limit. Her inner walls were stretched out by the huge girlcock ramming into her with such unwieldy fire, and everything she did was a reckless, greedy push to make her succumb, to unravel her at the seams and make her lose herself dizzily to something too grand to handle.
"He can't fuck you like this," she promised, grunting and pounding and slamming down harder into Aerith, using her body for her own delight and showing off just how ready she was to make her break down for her. "She can't do this to you! Not like I can!" She pushed her tongue into Aerith's mouth, forcing kisses upon her and continuing her dizzy shove into pleasures and ferocities driven by a singular need to make her succumb to her, to unravel Aerith's thoughts and make her give in. Tifa burned with throbbing desire, knowing she had won and knowing she had seized absolute control. Pinning Aerith to the bed and rutting into her was the path Tifa knew would bring her to joy and bring Aerith to ruin.
"You look so dominant," Jessie whined. "Can I do anything? Can I help you?"
"Eat my ass so I fuck her harder," Tifa grunted.
The additional fever and pressure that came with this treatment was rapidly pushing Aerith to heights of panic she didn't know how to handle. The cock used her, filling her up with each stroke and coaxing gasps from her that felt like they were getting away from her. Wild expressions of strange, aimless panic. The pleasure burning through her was more intense and ferocious than Aerith had ever felt, and she was stuck struggling through these emotions, dizzy and panicked, wondering exactly how to respond to this and what to do about it. It left her powerless, not quiet, but not even still. But obedient. She cooperated, every motion of her body simply a gesture of growing excitement in the face of growing, overwhelming pressure.
Getting around to the edge of the bed and burying her face into Tifa's toned, taut ass, Jessie wasted no time in slobbering all over her ass hole, rimming her with the dizzy focus and the panicked need to serve, to adore and indulge in a body begging for this treatment. She kept her cheeks spread out, tongue pushing forward with heat and desire growing messier and stranger as she did everything in her power to serve Tifa and help her fuck harder. She needed it all so badly, craved the chance to indulge and revere her as she pushed her face in tight and got to work. The adoration and reverence her tongue showed off was built on an abundance of passion and dizzy fever that she was eager to keep pushing into, continuing without a shred of calm or mercy to tend to everything she desired.
With a tongue slithering against her ass hole and providing her even greater delight, Tifa was ready to go all out, her senseless slams rocking the poor mess of a girl beneath her to the core. "Good girl, Jessie," she groaned. "And Aerith, your pussy is so tight! Fuck, you're going to be perfect underneath me. Forget about Cloud. Forget about all men. You're mine now." Her possessive, craved efforts continued to work out with frenzied kisses and a desire so messy and so aggressive that Aerith didn't understand what to make of it, but each push forward brought her deeper down, kept her just that little bit more confused and helpless. There was no good way to deal with these pressures, no sense that helped her cope with it. She was stuck here, pinned underneath the weight of frenzy and chaos, and she didn't feel like she had the strength inside of her to make sense of any of it.
Senseless, dizzy moans pushed out from Aerith's chest. She didn't know what was happening or how to feel about it, but she continued to sink deeper, giving in to the hazy, senseless burden of slowly losing control. Too much came over her at once. She didn't understand it, and her dizzy, panicked bucking forward expressed a growing confusion that only further enriched and excited Tifa. She was stuck here, lost to the chaos and the weirdness of a satisfaction that demanded with increasing fire and hunger that she give in to it. She didn't feel like she could resist it, and her attempts to strengthen herself weren't going anywhere. Tifa's plundering of her snug pussy wasn't slowing down, wasn't getting any gentler, and she was completely stuck here, doomed to fall deeper into the compromising haze of getting used.
"Got a tight pussy around my cock and a tongue up my ass. This is perfect. This is what I deserve. Cute girls worshiping me!" Tifa's frenzy of shameless pressure and hunger didn't get any tamer, but she didn't want it to. Each slam down into Aerith brought her absolute joy, and the throbbing joy of giving up to it remained sturdy, certain, pushing her harder along. She had Aerith under her clutches, and she knew she could push harder into all of it, pushing her to unravel and succumb to the pleasures she was completely unable to deal with.
Aerith still didn't understand this and had no good way to grasp any of it, but she found herself unable to deal with it, unable to care or control the downward spiral consuming her. She succumbed to this pleasure, gasping out in panic and thrashing under the weight of the most bizarre feelings, before ultimately shrieking out in joy and passion as she came undone. Her climax was ferocious and it left her dizzy, drunk on cock and lust as she howled out in bliss. She didn't get it, but she found herself kissing Tifa desperately, legs wrapping around her waist and begging her to fill her up.
And Tifa did. She grabbed Jessie's ponytail and shoved her face tighter into her ass as she unloaded right into the snug hole begging for her adoration. "You’ll get used to being mine," she groaned. "You'll get used to being fucked by me. You just have to make sure you promise that from now on, you give up Cloud. You belong to me. If you agree to that, I'll fuck you constantly, and you'll never go without." Her cock pulsed and ached, still shooting gooey ropes into Aerith's womb as she spoke, and it helped back up every last bit of confidence Tifa lorded over her with.
Ragged, breathless, and overwhelmed, Aerith could only nod. Her body was on sensation overload, and she understood only that these words sounded good. That she liked them. She didn't know why she did, but she promised, "No more Cloud." In time, she'd break so thoroughly that she would begin begging for more of Tifa's cock, but for now, even just acceptance was good enough for the brawler, who remained buried inside of the flower girl and making out with her while Jessie's lazy licks at her ass hole helped Tifa feel like a queen.
