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They kissed.
Hard, with something that could almost be mistaken for passion. Sephiroth held Cloud’s face, long fingers molding his jaw, palm pressed against his cheek.
They had kissed so many times before. Dozens, hundreds perhaps. And yet, Cloud felt himself shudder when Sephiroth pushed his tongue against his lips and forced it into his mouth.
Not that Cloud was going to resist, anyway. If not out of old habit, then because he had to submit completely to the Serpent of the World.
That was what Sephiroth wanted, probably, and it would also be easier if Cloud just gave in until that was over. They had been lovers for so long, it was just one more time.
The last time.
(What if the gods asked him to repeat it? Again and again and again and—)
The serpent's forked tongue slid into Cloud’s mouth, against the inside of his cheeks, against his teeth, pressed against his own tongue.
It felt like a snake, slimy and long and wet and crawling into Cloud’s throat. It easily became too much and too deep, and Cloud had to remember to breathe through his nose as his throat convulsed and his eyes seemed to want to roll back.
Sephiroth's tongue wrapped around Cloud's, enveloping it completely in a tight grip that prevented Cloud from moving it.
“Mm... slurp...”
Cloud could feel Sephiroth smiling against his lips, smugly. The serpent's tongue dominated his, wrapping it in a wet cage.
Sephiroth really wanted to subdue him, down to his tongue and mouth. Cloud could barely breathe, his tongue being devoured by the serpent's, practically forced to swallow the serpent’s saliva and have his mouth and throat filled.
Cloud's vision failed, Sephiroth suddenly released him, pulling his own face back and removing his long tongue from Cloud's mouth with a wet noise.
The Knight took a deep breath, feeling saliva drip down his chin, his tongue sensitive from how hard Sephiroth had pressed his against it.
The Serpent of the World smiled wider, his perfectly white sharp teeth accentuating the somewhat lunatic gleam in his green eyes.
Sephiroth molded his former lover's face with his fingers again, before leaning over him, his hand slipping down Cloud's back.
He rubbed it slowly with his palm in almost affectionate circles, but in truth they were deeply possessive, like a snake encircling its prey before devouring it.
Sephiroth wasn't touching Cloud directly, the thin material of the tunic he wore under his armor serving as the last protection. Still, Cloud could feel Sephiroth's hand on his spine, tracing his muscles and veins with fingers that were too soft.
Cloud felt uncomfortable, restless in his own skin. He didn't know when he had started sweating, but his shirt was sticking to his body, too tight.
Sephiroth lowered his face further, bringing it closer to Cloud's neck.
“!”
The Knight's heart raced, his veins filling with out-of-control adrenaline, his pupils dilating and flashing green for a second.
Sephiroth took a deep breath, his face now pressed against Cloud's still-covered neck. Cloud could feel Jormungandr tremble, the muscles in his back vibrating as his lungs contracted and Sephiroth scent him.
It was as frightening as it was shamefully exciting.
Cursed habit...
Sephiroth smiled, smugness replaced by cruelty, one of his hands went to Cloud's shoulder, a long fingernail perfectly tearing the fabric, exposing the Knight's neck to the Serpent of the World.
Sephiroth closed his eyes. He didn't have to look or see, he just had to be guided by the sound of Cloud's pulse.
It was so easy. One tug on the strings and his puppet would fall apart in his hands...
Sephiroth parted his lips, his fangs gleaming white. So close, just a push and he would be sinking his fangs into Cloud's neck, reopening old wounds and making them bleed.
Sephiroth had left his mark on Cloud many years before. Cloud was the only one who had it, since the World Serpent had never wanted to bond with anyone but Cloud. It had been a kind of pact between the two, a bloody compromise.
Cloud gave him his body (such stupidity, Cloud was so stupid, but things seemed so easy and made so much sense at the time. What was an incurable wound for Jormungandr's love?), Sephiroth, in turn, gave him part of his divinity.
Cloud became faster, stronger, better than other creatures, better than all mortals, better than almost all immortals.
From a private to the last rank of the Hierarchy of Knights, to a place among the Valkyries. In a heartbeat, he went from being a nobody to a hero.
All because Sephiroth shared his divinity with Cloud, who in return shared his blood and flesh with the Serpent.
In the end, even more pathetically, Sephiroth, out of love (and trust and the hope that he would ultimately lose in the world), created the only person who was capable of stopping him.
And now, Sephiroth was on the verge of breaking through the skin and flesh and poisoning Cloud's veins with his essence once again.
Possession, everything else be damned.
The moment Jormungandr's fangs grazed Cloud's neck, the Knight smiled.
Almost as smugly or cruelly as Sephiroth.
Because Sephiroth expected to find only two nearly closed points, probably burned by Odin's black flames in an attempt to tame something that could not be destroyed.
Instead, Sephiroth found... scars?
His fangs touched firm, resistant skin instead of Cloud's soft flesh.
His irises became impossibly thin.
Cloud couldn't control himself and let out a soft, weak snort.
It was a miserable victory, but it was a victory.
Cloud should just submit, but he wasn't going to let Sephiroth have it all again.
Maybe if he hadn't killed Aerith... if he hadn't made Tifa cry so much and hurt Cloud's friends so badly.
Where the twin marks of the most precious moment they had spent together should have been, there was now a patch of thick, dry, scarred skin.
A huge bite, teeth that had buried themselves in flesh and torn out more than they should have. Then the skin had been forced to regenerate, the thick scars hiding the marks of the serpent.
Sephiroth raised his face but did not move away from Cloud. His smile had disappeared, his expression replaced by a stone mask.
Could the Serpent still feel hurt by something like this? Hadn't Sephiroth betrayed him first?
After all, Jormungandr, of all beings, recognized what it was.
Wolf fangs, the mark of Fenrir.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the only audible sound being Cloud's pulse beneath the marks of Loki's two sons.
Cloud knew it perfectly well...
He was dead.
He could kneel and beg for his life, but even if by some miracle it worked, Cloud would not do it.
Sephiroth was territorial. If there was no worse offense than taking other gods' belongings into his domain, what would he do when his “possessions” was tainted by others?
Sephiroth smiled cruelly, as if remembering that since he had lost his mind, he no longer needed to hide his true feelings behind a mask of calm. In an effort so that he would never be accused or act like the monster, the son of Jenova, that everyone believed him to be.
“Fufu.”, the Serpent of the World laughed, a frightening sound. “Do you think this is enough to stop me, Cloud?”
He leaned over the Knight again. Cloud wanted to stop himself, but he couldn't help the shiver that ran through him at the proximity.
Sephiroth's tongue crawled out of his lips, sliding over the scarred skin, as if tasting the depth of that new mark.
“You belong to me.”
And he sank his fangs into Cloud's neck. He tore through scars, buried his teeth in old points, reaching Cloud's bloodstream, contaminating it once more with his venom.
“!”
Cloud's reaction was visceral, his whole body shook, a violent spasm hit his spine, causing him to arch his back as he tried to escape the pain and the overload of sensations, while his body became complacent.
Cloud's lips opened in a circle, a silent scream scratching his throat.
His irises dilated, then contracted. Green. Blue. Green. Blue. Circle, line, circle, line.
Sephiroth drank his blood, mixing his essence into Cloud's bloodstream. A trickle of blood slid down his lip as he pulled his head back, carefully releasing his fangs from Cloud's neck, without tearing any more skin, the circles perfectly intact, reopened, bright red.
Cloud's neck exploded in pain, brutal, frantic, the poison filling his veins. He made a sound as if he were choking, his throat closing in on itself in panic.
Everything seemed to spin for a moment, then Cloud's vision darkened for an instant, before pulsing with hot, white pain that spread from his neck to everything else.
Sephiroth held him, one hand on Cloud's lower back, pressing him against himself and keeping him standing even as the Knight's body went completely limp.
It was an extremely painful process. Becoming a God.
“Well done, Cloud.”, Sephiroth congratulated him in a hiss, the Knight not completely blacking out as the Serpent seemed to know would happen.
The peak of the pain passed, replaced by a dull burning in Cloud's neck.
The Knight slowly raised his face to look at the Serpent of the World.
Their eyes met, Sephiroth smiled.
Cloud's neck throbbed again, making him grit his teeth. Sephiroth released him and stepped back.
Cloud touched his neck, his fingers wet with blood, saliva, and the green venom of the Serpent.
The marks throbbed again, Cloud felt hot, his skin sticky with sweat, the blood in his veins burning.
Aphrodisiac...
“You...”, Cloud pressed his fingers against the area, trying somehow to stop the heat from spreading.
Sephiroth smiled one last time, the expression making his eyes sharper.
In an instant, he transformed again, his almost human body giving way to the immense Serpent.
Cloud still tried in vain to reach for his Sword.
But the Sword had been left outside Yggdrasil.
The Serpent attacked, head-on, advancing forward. In that state, Cloud would never be able to dodge in time.
“Agh!”
The Giant Serpent coiled around Cloud, Cloud’s lips opening in an audible gasp.
“!”
Sephiroth lifted him off the ground, his scaly, broad body coiled around the Knight's torso, his arms pinned against himself.
Cloud gritted his teeth, and before the Serpent's body crushed him further, he managed to pull one of his arms free.
“Let me go!”, he shouted, punching Jormungandr hard, but the silver scales didn't even tremble.
Sephiroth seemed to laugh, ignoring the plea and only tightening his grip around Cloud.
“Agh...”
Cloud felt his internal organs being smashed, pressed against his own ribs, his lungs squeezed to the point where it was painful to breathe.
He choked on his own saliva, a dry sound leaving the back of his throat. Cloud tried to hit the body crushing him again, but his second punch was even weaker than the first.
“Have you lost the will to fight, Cloud?”, Sephiroth taunted. Cloud suddenly turned his head to look at him, at the face of the giant Serpent, its vertical irises burning green.
“Let me go.”, Cloud fired back again, breathless, his voice hoarse from the effort.
“Oh? Isn't this what you wanted?”, another part of the Serpent's immense body wrapped itself around Cloud's legs, squeezing them together.
“For me to take you?”
Cloud's body was practically burning now, his skin flushed, his irises pulsing between green and blue. A voice in the back of his head wanted to scream yes, feeling frustrated that his legs were trapped and he couldn't open them so that Sephiroth... because he needed him, didn't he?
Cloud needed him for the plan... it was what the Gods wanted.
But another voice, the same one Cloud had heard when he refused Jormungandr's proposal to rule the world together with him, refused to accept it.
“Then you should just give yourself to me...”
Yes—No!
Gods, Cloud felt so hot it was almost difficult to think.
He struggled to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at Sephiroth. The darkness of the Cell swallowed everything, Cloud could only see parts of the World Serpent, the meters that wrapped around his torso and legs and head.
Black, Silver, and Green.
Sephiroth seemed to smile, his forked tongue flickering across his lips and quivering in the air.
Jormungandr squeezed him tighter between his body, rubbing his scales against Cloud's tightly clenched limbs.
“Argh!”
Cloud moaned, caught between the pain of being squeezed and the pleasure of being touched. Jormungandr's scales were warm to the touch as they shouldn’t be, and even though the Knight was still partially clothed, when they touched his exposed skin, they gave him a good feeling.
“Do you remember? The first time you felt like this?”
Cloud shuddered, feeling Sephiroth's body rise higher and close around his hips.
“!”
A spasm ran through his body and Cloud threw his head back, a broken sob escaping his throat.
Cloud was aroused, his cock pressed against the thin fabric of his pants, and now crushed beneath Sephiroth's huge, heavy, hot body.
“My poison almost killed you the first time.”, Sephiroth continued, as if Cloud didn't already have enough to deal with. The mere pressure on his dick was too much, and he was close to coming just like that.
The part of Sephiroth's body that was wrapped around his chest rose, curling around his arms and pulling them upward. If Cloud already felt vulnerable, now it was worse, with his arms useless, stretched above his head.
“No...”
The other part continued to wrap around his hips, over his manhood. Just a little more, if he moved a little more or squeezed, then—
“You were just a child back then, a mere human...”
Cloud arched his back, trying to stay conscious and ignore his own cock throbbing between his legs.
He also wanted Sephiroth to shut up. No matter how old those memories were, they were (precious)... why was he talking about that?
Sephiroth brought his face closer to Cloud's, his tongue quivering in the air, close to his face. And Cloud arched his back again, excited and hot. His eyes rolled back slightly.
“Those memories will never fade, even if the whole world ends, Cloud.”
The tongue licked his face, Cloud arched his back again, feeling the arms above his head being pulled further up.
He wanted Sephiroth to shut up. He didn't want him to stain that too. That bond, those memories.
His eyes rolled back into his head, the long tongue licked his cheeks, lips, neck, and the sweat on his skin.
At the same time, hearing Sephiroth talk about it was exciting, affecting him more than the snake's body pressing against his manhood.
It was true, the venom had burned his veins the first time and almost killed him. It had hurt so much, not even being bitten by Zack in his Giant Wolf form had compared.
Then Sephiroth had fucked him, deeply, while Cloud switched between consciousness and unconsciousness.
But there had been pleasure amid the pain, and Sephiroth had grabbed him as if he would never let him go.
And he hadn't. Even if Cloud wanted him to do it now.
“What we have is eternal.”
Cloud pushed his head back, his green eyes closing, his lips pressed together.
“I...!”
He suddenly came inside his own pants, his body shaking with the force of the orgasm.
“Ahh!”
Sephiroth watched him closely, all his muscles contracting simultaneously and then relaxing. Cloud lost his breath all at once and was left gasping.
He was still recovering when Sephiroth moved him again. It wasn't difficult to ruin his clothes, the fragile fabric tearing under scales. Cloud was lifted even higher, his body moved into a lying position. What must have been Sephiroth's tail slid down his body and wrapped itself around him, running down his neck, belly, and between his legs. Jormungandr's body was enormous, wide enough to support Cloud without having to hold him in any other way.
Cloud was still trembling slightly, semen dripping from the tip of cock.
“Fufu. Is this enough, Cloud?”
Cloud sighed, tried to move, but it was impossible with the way he was being held. Jormungandr kept his arms stretched out but released his legs.
“Se…phiroth...”, he tried to open his eyes, his consciousness gaining something resembling form rather than mush. He managed to half-open his eyes, but the Serpent's head was nowhere to be seen.
“Ahhh...”
Sephiroth's warm, firm body slid against his, which was enough to make his cock tremble with interest again.
Being dominated like that was shameful, even if Cloud had to surrender to Jormungandr, they should just do it “normally.” It was just for breeding, but Sephiroth was playing with him. And even though Cloud hated it, he couldn't resist.
The snake's body rubbed against one of his nipples and Cloud shuddered with excitement. He could also feel it sliding down his stomach, and further down, against his cock, with a wet sensation.
“No...”
Sephiroth just laughed. Cloud tried to move his body, although the World’s Serpent couldn't tell if he wanted to move away from the stimulation of his manhood or if he wanted more.
“Mm... Nm...”
Coming once was just enough to take away the heat for a moment. Sephiroth's venom was potent; a single drop could kill an ordinary human.
In Cloud, it only had that aphrodisiac effect that made him want to crawl out of his own skin and crawl inside Jormungandr's scales.
Sephiroth was touching his cock again, which was already hard and dripping, a small mess of pre-cum and semen. Having Sephiroth's warm body grinding over that area while sliding down his chest and stomach and thigh made Cloud shudder.
His excited voice sounded in thin moans, small tears forming under his eyes, caught in his eyelashes.
It probably wouldn't be long before he came again.
“Feels good, Cloud?”
Sephiroth's voice echoed again, sounding distant, even though Jormungandr was pressed tight against his body. Or was it just Cloud's mind starting to fail again because of the pleasure?
“Se... Sephiroth...”, Cloud e sighed, closing his eyes. He wanted to focus on other things, on something real other than the poison in his veins and Jormungandr caressing his body. Focus on his hatred, on betrayal, on his duty, on his resentments. On absolutely anything other than Sephiroth's firm, warm, broad body pressed against his dick
He came a second time like that, his whole body wrapped by the Serpent of the World, sensitive and excited. Cloud came with a loud moan, his body vibrating all over before going limp again.
Sephiroth was definitely playing with him.
Even though Cloud had just come, Sephiroth didn't stop. He continued to rub his body against Cloud's, pressing himself closer around him, causing him to moan again.
“Ss... Sephiroth...”
“What is it, Cloud? Don't you like it? Isn't this what you wanted?”
No! That's what Cloud wanted to scream, but his mouth was dry. He was also panting, his breathing uneven and somewhat frantic.
Again, he was getting hard. The heat was returning. He could feel it in his veins, filling his skin and muscles.
“What do you think the Gods would say if they saw you now, Cloud?”, hissed the Serpent, as if the Knight could think of anything other than Jormungandr's body pressed and rubbing against his and his semen-stained throbbing dick.
“If they saw how easily you break...”
There was mockery in his voice. And it was a lie. Cloud hadn't broken. Cloud had defeated him the first time.
Would the outcome have been different if Sephiroth had used that to force him to bend the knee? If he had subdued him using the bond between them?
But it was the idea of the Gods seeing him in that state that was making Cloud blush more deeply. If they saw him like this, if they saw how Sephiroth affected him, then—
“They know...”
Cloud turned his face away when he felt the hiss against his neck, but it was empty, only the darkness of Yggdrasil and silver scales glistening in the background.
“Sephiroth!”, Cloud was close again, it was as if Jormungandr's voice was caressing his brain directly, in a way that erased his thoughts. His hips were shaking, his dick hard and throbbing under the Serpent's body, which insistently rubbed against his.
He was about to come for the third time and Sephiroth still hadn't...
“Fufu. If you don't know, they will. They sent you to spread your legs for me after all.”
“Stop playing games!”, Cloud shouted, opening his eyes and trying, unsuccessfully, to find Sephiroth's face. His voice broke in the middle of a sob and lost all the (hurt? passion?) strength Cloud wanted to convey.
“Why? Aren't you having fun, Cloud?”
Sephiroth's body pressed harder against his cock and Cloud moaned, gritting his teeth to try to control his orgasm.
It didn't work.
“Ahh!”
“I always knew you'd come back to me.”
Cloud didn't want to go back to Sephiroth! Cloud wanted distance. This was the same man who had killed Aerith. Who had tried to destroy everything!
(Cloud wanted him to fuck him deep and impregnate him).
No! That was the poison talking. Cloud was no longer, had never been, his puppet.
Cloud came for the third time, and even then, Sephiroth didn't release him or let him rest. He was totally sensitive now, his cock trembling again, blood running down. His skin was sticky, and Cloud was beginning to regret provoking Jormungandr.
He could have taken everything that belonged to the other Gods, but there was no way to remove the mark that Fenrir had given him.
“No...”, his breathing was rapid, his voice trembling. “Nn... no... no more...”
“Hmph. I know you can do better than this, Cloud...”
Cloud half-opened his eyes to see Sephiroth's face, the Serpent's enormous eyes staring at him predatorily. Then he lowered it, bringing it closer to Cloud's body.
“!”
He moved his body away from Cloud's cock, and the Knight moaned weakly at the loss of friction, between relief and despair.
Next, he was pressing his tongue against Cloud's manhood.
Cloud shuddered completely, trying to pull his arms toward him, a hoarse moan escaping his mouth. Sephiroth licked his cock, his long tongue rubbing against his entire manhood, from tip to base.
Cloud writhed, trying to pull his hips away. Sephiroth just used his body to pull his thigh and spread his legs further apart.
“Damn... ahh-hh... No...!”
Cloud could only moan as Sephiroth licked the semen with his long tongue and rubbed it against his cock.
It felt good, too good, the wet contact, the warm pressure, the closeness. Sephiroth could devour him at once, but it seemed he wanted to undo him first.
“Ah... nm...”
The Knight cried out and came again, Jormungandr made a sound of contentment and hissed, licking the semen as it came out. Cloud felt himself soften again, tears streaming down his face. He was sensitive, overstimulated, but that didn't stop Sephiroth from continuing to lick him, pressing his tongue against the tip and base and his testicles and cruelly coercing him into another erection.
And Sephiroth hadn't even come once yet...
“No... stop... ah... I can't...”
But Sephiroth just ignored him.
Cloud closed his eyes, trying in vain to keep his hips from trembling and his cock from throbbing again. If Cloud had nothing to give, maybe Jormungandr would just... just get fed up...
No... Sephiroth... Sephiroth never...
He pulled his thigh further and forced Cloud's legs to open wider. Cloud moaned, because even Sephiroth's breath brushing against his skin at that moment made him shiver.
With his legs spread apart, Cloud could feel the other effects of Sephiroth's poison.
He was wet, soaked, liquid dripping down between his thighs. His hole was throbbing, excited, clenching around nothing.
And Cloud felt empty, hot inside. If his hands were free, he would probably have touched himself there, but the World Serpent continued to amuse himself by pinning his hands above his head and manhandling him like a doll.
“S-Sephiroth...”
It wasn't just out of duty. Cloud wanted, no, Cloud needed Sephiroth.
He tried to rock his hips, spread his legs wider, anything. He just wanted relief, for his insides to stop burning in that maddening way.
“Ff... damn... no—there...”
That seemed to attract Jormungandr's attention, who pulled his face back. Cloud was already completely hard again, the serpent's saliva dripping down his manhood.
“Where...?”, the long tongue trembled in the air, too close to the Knight's face, making him shudder.
Cloud tried to move his head, but it was practically impossible to point when he was trapped like that.
But Sephiroth noticed, and Cloud thought he saw him smile.
“Oh? Have you reached your limit, Cloud?”
“You...”, Cloud took a deep breath to try to control his breathing. “You... ah... agreed.”
“Mm. I'll help you. If you give me what I want...”
Cloud lifted his face to stare at him, his vertical, malicious irises seeming to see beyond him.
Sephiroth licked his neck, over his own mark.
“What... What do you want?”
Sephiroth didn't answer, he moved again, Cloud could feel Sephiroth's breath kissing his back.
And then his tongue on his ass.
“Nnm!”
Jormungandr spread his legs wider so that his entrance was visible between his buttocks.
Cloud's breath faltered, saliva slid from his lips. He had to close his eyes in shame.
Sephiroth licked his hole, the tip grazing the outside. That was enough to make Cloud shudder.
“Forget the Gods, Cloud. They will know that I bred you. They don't have to know that you enjoyed it.”
“Ah—nm...”
Sephiroth laughed again, licking one of Cloud's legs before continuing.
“Fenrir doesn't have to know either.”
Fenrir, not Zack. Even though it had been Loki's own children who had created new names so they wouldn't have to use their original ones, those tainted by the gods' resentment.
“Ahaha, it's a strange name, isn't it?”, asked the young woman. It was the first time they had met, but she smiled as if they had known each other for years. “I can see it in your face.”
“No... I don't...”, Cloud tried to correct himself, not wanting to seem unpleasant.
“I know, Hela is a rather tasteless name, isn't it?”, she continued to smile, her green eyes looking even more beautiful with that expression. “You can call me Aerith. A-e-r-i-th. Do you understand?”
“Aerith?”, Cloud repeated, and she nodded, tucking a few strands of brown hair behind her ear.
“Yes! That's what Zack calls me...”
…
“Yo, nice to meet you!”, the man gave him a friendly tap on the arm, a white, full of teeth smile shaping his lips. “You can call me Zack, that's what Sephiroth calls me...”
Why ‘Sephiroth’, then? Maybe Cloud should have asked him. Maybe that would have changed something.
Cloud was out for a moment as those memories came flooding back. When he came to, Cloud was rolling his eyes again, his face a mess of smearing fluids, saliva, tears, and snot. Sephiroth had stuck part of his tongue, just the tip, inside the Knight, and Cloud had blacked out for a few moments.
He had come again. But Sephiroth was just playing with him, that was a tease.
He was so hot, burning inside. His insides throbbed and Cloud just wanted... for it to stop.
And Sephiroth could do it. He just had to push his tongue deeper, nudge it against that spot, lick Cloud's sensitive insides, make that heat stop.
But he wasn't doing it, and Cloud was going crazy because of it.
He missed Aerith.
If Sephiroth hadn't killed her, maybe Cloud wouldn't be repressing so many feelings. He wouldn't be so desperate to forget. And he wouldn't hate that desire, even if it was artificial, and he wouldn't be trying so hard to control it.
Sephiroth rubbed his tongue against his inner walls, massaging them from the inside without pushing too deep. It was too soft and superficial to be what Cloud really needed, but it didn't stop Cloud from moaning and squirming, his cock hardening again.
Not that he would be able to achieve a full erection, that was probably impossible now. Unless the poison in his veins and Jormungandr's will forced him to.
“Se... no... Ahh—I don't...”
Cloud tried to struggle, but it was impossible. He couldn't move, he could barely push his hips so that Sephiroth's tongue could go deeper. He could only endure and try to contract his abs and feel Sephiroth licking his insides. It was good, it was good. But Cloud...
Cloud needed more!
“Sephiroth...”, he sobbed, tears streaming down his face. Too much, not enough.
He had stopped thinking about Aerith and Zack. Not only because he couldn't physically take it anymore, but because he feared Sephiroth wouldn't touch him any more than that. The Serpent of the World had enough self-control to take Cloud beyond his limits, break him, and then let him go. He would force Cloud to return to Odin in failure, and he would force him to come to him, as many times as necessary, until Sephiroth did it once and for all.
No... Jormungandr couldn't. Cloud didn't want to think about having to go through that again. Having to look at Tifa and know that she knew, and that he was returning to Yggdrasil because he had failed in his duty.
And all his duty entailed was spreading his legs for Sephiroth and begging for it if necessary.
Beg...
(And Cloud wanted it too, didn't he? To feel relief, to feel Sephiroth after all this time.)
“P-please...”, Cloud's voice trembled, his cheeks burning with what shame he had left, his muscles contracting again in anticipation of another orgasm. “Sephiroth... I don't... please...”
Sephiroth's tongue slid out of his ass, and the relief was almost as great as the horrible feeling of being empty again.
Cloud was so limp that he barely noticed as Jormungandr manipulated his body again, setting him down on the floor.
Cloud sat on the black stone floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathed heavily.
His eyes were distorted, his pupils dilated, the blue appearing blurred.
He slowly raised his face to look where Sephiroth was. He had transformed again, human from the waist up.
Sephiroth lowered himself to the height he had when he was fully human and reached out a hand toward the Knight.
“Come, Cloud.”
Cloud slowly rose to his feet, his legs trembling. Cum dripped down the front, his cock throbbing weakly. Liquid ran down between his thighs, his hole oozing.
Sephiroth watched him, his appearance debauched, his blue eyes heavy, his blond hair sticking out in all directions and falling over his forehead.
Cloud was beautiful in his eyes. The only thing he couldn't stand was the mess of scar tissue on his shoulder. But even that he could ignore now that his mark, two perfect red dots, was over them.
Cloud was just a puppet, after all. Without Jormungandr to guide him, he was subjected to the whims of the Gods. They could pull his strings and the Knight would have to obey.
And who would have thought that Odin's supreme will was for Cloud to carry his heirs. Not that Sephiroth wished in any way to serve a False King.
But if it was Cloud, then...
Cloud stepped forward with somewhat uncertain steps and stopped in front of the World Serpent.
He accepted the hand and Sephiroth pulled him toward him. The Serpent’s cock emerged from the confines of his body, rising into the air, throbbing intensely, full of blood.
Like its owner, it was huge, thick and long, pale, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
If Cloud had been himself, he would have been embarrassed for staring for so long, his irises vibrating as Jormungandr’s cockhead pulsed.
Sephiroth smiled, his hands moving down to Cloud's hips, then to his thighs. He lifted him off the ground, against his body, his ass raised over the manhood of the World Serpent.
Cloud clung to his shoulders, knees pressed against the sides of his body, where scales met flesh, for something to hold on to.
He looked up at Sephiroth, who was smiling even more smugly. Clearly, he had also been controlling himself until then, his cock throbbing so much that Cloud could feel it against his buttocks. Even the way he held him was more possessive, soft hands squeezing flesh and pulling him closer.
“Do it, Cloud.”, Jormungandr murmured, still smiling. “Isn't this what you wanted? Put him inside you so you can bear my heirs...”
Cloud reached one hand behind his back to grasp Sephiroth's thick manhood. He held it by the tip, his fingers wrapping around it, wet with precum, and guided it between his buttocks.
Cloud's heart was pounding, his throat dry. Anxiety and anticipation. Cloud was already too lost to think about why this was wrong.
Maybe he should have fought harder, not that it mattered now. The heat was too scorching, Cloud felt his insides clench uncomfortably, muscles twitching, his slopy hole throbbing empty.
He rubbed Sephiroth's cock against entrance, feeling it throb, hot and too big compared to where he needed it.
“That's right, Cloud...”, Sephiroth encouraged him, his fingers rubbing tender circles on Cloud's thighs.
The Knight shuddered, his body reacting involuntarily to the Serpent's encouragements. A part of his soul, whether contaminated by Jormungandr's venom or not, would always thrill at being recognized by Sephiroth.
There was a time when all he wanted was Sephiroth's attention and to please him.
But that was a long time ago.
Cloud pressed Sephiroth's cock against his hole. His breath caught when they connected, the muscles of his ass trembling as they were slowly opened, forced apart to allow the organ to enter.
“Ahh...”
Cloud pressed him harder inside, his hips trembling. Even though he was obscenely wet, Sephiroth's saliva and his own fluids running down his inner thighs, and the Serpent too, for that matter, it was still... difficult...
Jormungandr was huge, especially excited and stiff as it was. And even though Cloud was relaxed enough after coming so many times, he wasn't open enough. Sephiroth's tongue might be long and wide, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.
“Ahhhh...”
The pressure became too much, his muscles were forced open, and Cloud managed to get the tip inside him. A long sigh escaped his lips, both his hands returning to Jormungandr's shoulders to hold on to him.
Cloud's brain snapped for a moment, thunder, his brain failing. His irises pulsed between green and blue, and Cloud closed his eyes to try to control himself.
It tasted right. Cloud felt for the first time in a long time that he was doing the right thing, without doubt or hesitation. His mind was a complete blank.
Sephiroth...
Cloud could feel him inside him, the head of his manhood pulsing against his inner walls. He could also feel the muscles of his hole stretched too wide around the large cock. There should have been pain at being fucked open, but he didn't even feel it, the poison numbing him.
Cloud tilted his head forward and rested it against Sephiroth's neck. He was drooling, his body suddenly too light.
He felt a little euphoric. It had been so easy to get there.
Why the hell had the Gods sent other people first? Just to die? Why didn't they call Cloud right away? Why didn't Cloud offer himself up, as the puppet that he was?
“Fufu, was that too much?”, whispered Sephiroth, his voice somewhat hoarse. “Or is it just the proximity to your Master that makes you so happy, Cloud?”
The Serpent of the World dug its claws into the Knight's thigh, drawing blood.
“But it's not enough, is it?”
Jormungandr's voice seemed to wake Cloud from his trance.
Still... it wasn't enough...
Sephiroth laughed, a breathless sound. Cloud straightened back up again, a strand of his saliva staining the silver scales that ran down Sephiroth's neck to his back.
Cloud... had to...
Jormungandr wasn't doing anything, just standing still to keep Cloud in that position, and above all, at that depth. Even if Cloud let go of his shoulders and let himself sink, Sephiroth wasn't going to penetrate him any deeper.
No, if Cloud wanted it, he would have to move himself.
He slowly moved his hips in a circle, feeling how big and tight Sephiroth was inside him. The Serpent of World watched him through the strands of silver hair that fell over his eyes.
Cloud took a deep breath, but his breathing came out shaky. He grabbed Sephiroth's shoulders more firmly.
Whether it was out of desire or duty, it was impossible to know. But he needed it.
Still... it's not enough...
He pushed his hips down, impaling himself deeper on the Serpent's manhood. Cloud groaned, his insides being forced open wider, spreading apart so that Sephiroth's cock could fill him inside, split him open.
Sephiroth made a sound deep in his throat between pleasure and instinct. His tongue left his lips for a moment, trembling in the air, as if tasting Cloud's breath.
Cloud just moaned, his insides being invaded, every space inside him being occupied by the Serpent. He stopped pushing down, his hips trembling.
He was halfway there and already felt beyond full. Still, his insides continued to throb and clench with heat and desire.
“Good, Cloud...”, Sephiroth murmured in a soft, excessively soft tone, rubbing the blood he had made on the Knight's pale skin.
If he had been in a better condition, Cloud would have scolded himself for trembling with happiness at Jormungandr's approval. But he wasn't. All he could think about was wanting more. Wanting Sephiroth to continue to validate him, to feel him deeper, more, more.
And so, he began to move slowly. Cloud moved his hips in a circle, feeling Sephiroth's large cock drag against his tight insides.
“Ahh...”
A long sigh escaped his lips, Jormungandr's manhood pulsing, tight against his inner walls. Cloud moved his hips to get used to the sensation, but more than that, to feel Sephiroth inside him.
He lifted his hips, Sephiroth's cock sliding out a little, the tip pressed against his hole, too big to come out so easily. Cloud held onto the Serpent's shoulders more tightly for support and pushed his hips down.
Sephiroth's cock went deep, sliding inside, wet and hot, against Cloud's insides until it was buried between his legs.
Cloud moaned, his nails grazing silver scales.
As much as part of his brain wanted him to push himself down further, to have Jormungandr deeper, pressed against the entrance to his womb or rammed inside it, it was impossible, of course. Even if the static in his brain wished they could be even closer or more connected than that.
Cloud lifted his hips, pulling his body up to move Sephiroth's cock inside him, then pushed them down again and moaned.
That was the rhythm he set, moving his hips up and down over Jormungandr's manhood, moaning every time his cock went deep and brushed against some sensitive area.
“Ahh, nm...”
Cloud closed his eyes to try to focus on something other than the burning heat devouring his insides. It was easier to think now that his body had what it needed, but harder to concentrate with Sephiroth's cock inside him and having to move, impaling himself over and over again and fucking himself on the wide manhood.
He had to do it. If he just stood there warming him up, Sephiroth would never finish. And Cloud needed him to come, however embarrassing that was.
Jormungandr also moaned, in a hoarse, low voice, his expression still marked by a half-smile and sharp eyes.
He was clearly finding it all entertaining. Watching Cloud roll his hips, clinging to his shoulders, back arched and thighs spread. Sweat sliding down his pale skin, his blond hair sticking up in disarray.
Cloud clenched his teeth or bit his lips from time to time, without realizing it. When he pushed his hips down, his eyelids fluttered, his eyes half-open, his voice coming out loud and wet.
The sight was almost as exciting as the sensation itself. Cloud took it well, his stomach bulging out each time Sephiroth went deep, his hole tight and warm.
The only person capable of stopping him... his precious puppet reduced to that...
A better Reunion was impossible.
The voices of the two mingled with the wet, squelching sounds coming from the zone where their bodies joined. Wetness ran down Cloud's inner thighs, through his hole, dripping down the visible part of the Serpent's manhood. With each role of Cloud's hips to bury himself in Sephiroth's cock, more fluids came out, mixed with pre-cum and dripping with obscene noises.
Cloud leaned forward, wrapped his arms around Jormungandr's neck, his fingers getting lost in strands of silver hair.
“Dam—!”, he growled, his voice excited, Sephiroth's cock so hot and hard rubbing against his insides. Every time he lowered his hips, the tip hit something so deep and sensitive inside that Cloud almost rolled his eyes inside his head.
“Are you close, Cloud?”, Sephiroth whispered, his forked tongue leaving his lips and brushing against one of the Knight's ears for a moment. “Does it feel that good? To have me take you after so long?”
“Shut up—!”
Cloud wanted to stop himself from coming. He couldn't stop moving his hips, in a trance, to continue feeling Sephiroth's hard, hot cock dragging and digging against his inner walls.
Cloud was trying to ignore his leaking cock, constantly rubbing against Sephiroth's hard stomach muscles. He was also trying to contract his abs, but it was impossible, he felt too full, his belly swollen and taunt with Jormungandr's manhood
Sephiroth laughed at Cloud's pathetic attempt to fight the inevitable. He rubbed his tongue against his ear again and Cloud shuddered.
The Knight tightened his arms around Sephiroth's neck, tears streaming down his face, his eyes rolling slightly inward. He was too close to stop, the friction making his insides clench and throb, pleasure licking his back like a snake.
Cloud buried his hands in Sephiroth's hair, his face pressed against the Serpent's shoulder.
“Wasn't Fenrir enough?”
“I'm going to—!”
Cloud felt his heart pound, his irises trembling between blue and green. It was the moment orgasm hit him, so intensely that it took Cloud's breath away, his semen exploding against the abdomen of the World Serpent. His insides throbbed intensely around Sephiroth's manhood as he came, his inner walls clenching.
His mind went blank, a black void filled with static. He barely heard Sephiroth's taunt. But he heard the name, Fenrir, Zack.
His lips parted, he opened his mouth and closed his teeth around Sephiroth's flesh, biting his shoulder hard, his canines burying themselves in skin and scales and blood.
Sephiroth groaned, surprise and pleasure, Cloud suffocating him in his arms, the Knight's whole body trembling against the Serpent.
Cloud could feel Jormungandr pulsing inside him more intensely, almost as if he were coming, but without anything spilling out.
The blood of the almost-God filled his mouth, impregnating his teeth and gums.
It tasted of iron and power. It tasted like Sephiroth's venom should taste, toxic green liquid, vertical irises.
When the orgasm finally passed, Cloud felt his body relax completely. Sephiroth's cock continued to throb between his thighs. He felt his own skin sticky, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his ragged breath.
Cloud managed to lift his face, his fans letting go the skin of the World Serpent.
“Are these the tricks he teaches you?”, Sephiroth asked, his voice firm, slightly hoarse, but his composure had begun to break some time ago.
His eyes were somewhat wild, dilated, his elegant and cold expression replaced by something excited, the corners of his lips curving upward.
His long hair was disheveled over his eyes, some strands sticking to the bloody wound Cloud had inflicted on him.
“It makes no difference.”, Jormungandr continued, squeezing Cloud's damp thighs more firmly. “Even if Odin and the entire Pantheon took you, it wouldn't make the slightest difference.”
Cloud wanted to pull away, but he felt paralyzed under the eyes of the World Serpent. Jormungandr let out a laugh.
“Fufu, but you came with another man's name while you're here with me...”, Sephiroth let the threat hang in the air. “Well, I just have to remind you who you belong to...”
“I don't...”, Cloud managed to stammer, still gasping for breath.
Sephiroth just smiled at him.
How pathetic. Jormungandr was going to cut his strings and remake him from scratch.
He grabbed Cloud's hips tightly and began pushing them against his own again.
“!”
Cloud's lips parted in a hoarse moan, he choked on his own saliva, his eyes popping out of their sockets. He had to grab Sephiroth again, his arms tightening around his neck. He arched his back and tried to move his hips away from the cock that began to fuck into again.
Sephiroth moved him by the hips, pushing Cloud's body down and up on his manhood. Cloud moaned, sensitive from his previous orgasm.
Sephiroth fucked him much faster than Cloud had ridden him, his hands leaving marks on Cloud's hips, his cock going even deeper, forcing itself against his insides.
Sephiroth thrusted him from underneath, pushing himself deeper into the Knight's body. His cock hit Cloud's womb and made him moan, the tight entrance of his cervix was pushed further in and Sephiroth began to fuck him in that part, pounding it over and over and over again.
And Cloud could only moan, clinging to Sephiroth, tears and fluids smearing his face, lips parted and his eyes rolling back.
The pain blinded him for a moment. Sephiroth wasn't even talking anymore, he had stopped playing with his food to swallow his prey whole. His breath came out sharp, between hoarse moans, his hips colliding aggressively against Cloud's.
After the initial burning in his insides, the pain turned to pleasure. Cloud moaned, the friction against his sensitive insides, against his womb that Sephiroth seemed to want to open and bury himself in, was too much. Worse(?) than the poison in his veins, better than the blood in his mouth.
“I'll... uhh... give you what you want... nm... Cloud...”, Sephiroth murmured in effort, too lost in pleasure, in the sensation of his cock buried inside the Knight's hot, clenching hole.
“My heirs...”, Sephiroth groaned, Cloud couldn't remember ever hearing him sound so wrecked. “To bind us even closer together... you... ugh... you won't be able to escape me anymore, Cloud...”
If possible, Cloud felt Sephiroth grow inside him, becoming even bigger, harder, so close to coming.
Cloud was abruptly overcome by a strange fear, an uncertainty: what the hell was Sephiroth going to put inside him?
Jormungandr was a serpent; that was his original form. And if Cloud needed descendants of his divinity, they had to be as close as possible to Sephiroth's true form.
So, would it be eggs? Stuff Cloud's womb with his offspring and fertilize them?
They had already done something similar a long time ago. But Sephiroth hadn't fertilized the eggs; it had just been a sexual game between the two of them.
It was true... they had never even talked about having children together. And now they were...
Sephiroth parted his lips to speak, his tongue trembling in the air. Then he closed them abruptly, almost biting his tongue, a hoarse sound making his throat vibrate.
Whatever Sephiroth still had to say was lost when they both came.
Cloud didn't know if he had come when Sephiroth impaled him one last time on his manhood, tears streaming from his eyes, the tip of the Serpent’s cock so tight against the entrance to his womb that he felt it turning inward, as if Sephiroth were going to shove it inside.
Or if he had only gotten there when Sephiroth had finished, hips covered in silver scales pressed tight against Cloud's, as if they were both parts of the same thing. His cock throbbed violently, coming directly against Cloud's womb, wave after wave of seed, pumping it inside.
Cloud felt it, hot and thick and burning against his insides. Filling him up inside, invading his womb and quickly swelling it with the enormous amount.
Cloud's eyes rolled back into his head, lips parted, tongue hanging out as fresh tears streamed down his face. He pressed his body against Sephiroth's, clinging to his neck and hair, his own dick trembling, semen sliding down and across Jormungandr's abdomen.
Sephiroth came for what seemed like an eternity, at least to Cloud, breathing heavily, as much as the Knight, his hips vibrating and his chest heaving rapidly.
And Cloud could only accept and tremble and gasp as Sephiroth spilled himself inside him. So much semen that Cloud almost felt it in his throat, and as hot as his venom.
His belly was swollen, full of semen, a big load stretching the walls of his stomach, womb sensitive.
When Sephiroth finally stop, his cock throbbing one last time, Cloud was too full to think of anything else but that it had definitely take.
It had to.
But why? Out of duty? Because he needed to make sure that an heir to the World Serpent was created to restore balance?
Or because it was Sephiroth? Because they were Sephiroth's children?
Sephiroth lifted his hips, raising him off his cock, which slid out of Cloud's sloppy hole with a wet sound and sensation.
Cloud groaned, cum sliding down his legs, past his gaping entrance, his muscles weak and quivering.
Cloud shuddered, feeling empty but too sensitive to think about continuing. More semen dripped out, onto the scales of Jormungandr's tail, onto the floor in a pool of thick white liquid. This served to relieve some pressure in Cloud's stomach, making his belly less swollen.
Without a word, Sephiroth set him down on the floor, and Cloud let himself stay there, lying on the cold black floor.
Some of Cloud’s instincts were beginning to return, even if he felt weak, his hole and inside sensitive.
He had to leave before Jormungandr tried anything to keep him there.
He had to find his clothes, but he didn't know where they were, and it was unthinkable to leave without them. For all the Valkyries and knights outside to see him in that state.
The “Serpent (L̶o̶v̶e̶r̶) Slayer”, as they called him, for some reason, even though he hadn't killed Jormungandr, he had only defeated him. Odin-sama's chosen one, reduced to that.
Sephiroth watched Cloud through the strands of his own disheveled hair that fell over his face.
Cloud looked completely broken, his blond hair messy, his eyes swollen with tears still stuck in his eyelashes, his lips red and shiny, his face flushed.
His skin looked wet, his thighs marked with the hands of the World Serpent, small strands of dried blood where the skin had burst under his nails.
There was semen all over his body, on his own cock, dry and wet from all the times he had come. Jormungandr's seed stained his skin, between his thighs, dripping down his ass, between his legs.
And on his swollen belly and bulging womb.
Sephiroth smiled, pushed his hair back with one hand, felt a few strands still stuck to his neck, where Cloud had bitten him like a wolf.
Cloud was the right choice, the only choice.
Sephiroth approached slowly, his tail giving way to legs, his whole body taking on a human form.
When he reached Cloud, he crouched down close to him, knees resting on the floor between his legs, body leaning forward, hands resting on the floor near the Knight's face.
Silver hair spilled over Cloud's face. Cloud’s eyelids fluttered, blue irises regaining focus.
Then his lips parted slowly, almost in awe.
Like that, leaning forward, his perfect face right above his, framed by silver hair, Sephiroth looked divine. It was the moment he most resembled a God, green eyes shining softly, a small smile on his lips.
No fangs, no venom, no hatred or insanity.
Just... Sephiroth... what he had been before Jenova.
Sephiroth leaned closer to Cloud, pressing his lips against his neck, against the area decorated with two red dots.
“Nm...”, Cloud sighed, trying to turn his head away, but it was difficult to move.
Sephiroth nibbled his skin with soft teeth, without hurting him, then licked his marks.
“Sephiroth...”
“Mm?”, Sephiroth seemed amused, insatiable when it came to Cloud.
“No... stop...”
“Why?”, Sephiroth kissed his neck, then leaned back, sitting on his heels, spread Cloud's legs—“No.”—and pulled them up to rest on his thighs, his cock pressed against the Knight's hole.
Cloud's breath caught in his throat, a trembling exhalation escaping his lips.
No more. He couldn't take more.
“We must be thorough, Cloud.”, Sephiroth said. And it was strange, almost bizarre, that the only being who had rebelled against Odin, who had openly defied him and despised his order and reign, was so complacently obeying the designs of the Sovereign of the Gods.
It was Odin who had ordered Cloud to be taken.
Impregnating him would ensure the fulfillment of the King's plans.
But perhaps Sephiroth wasn't thinking about those things at all. That he was fulfilling Odin's plans was secondary to his own desires.
Whether it was for old love, insatiable desire, or something darker, if it was Cloud, Sephiroth would bend and twist like a snake to devour him.
“We have to be sure.”, Sephiroth continued, his voice lower, while Cloud protested almost voicelessly.
“No... ah... I can't—I can't...”
“Don't you want to make me proud, Cloud?”
Cloud bit his lip, wanting to protest against Jormungandr's words. But it was impossible when they felt like strings tightening around his heart.
Sephiroth was toying with him again...
Sephiroth pushed his hips against the Knight's, and Cloud groaned as the Serpent’s manhood forced itself against his sensitive hole. He had to clench his teeth, a trembling breath leaving his lips.
It wasn't that his hole wasn't open enough, gaping obscenely and leaking, ready for Sephiroth to enter him again.
But the idea that Cloud would feel full again was uncomfortable, or that Jormungandr would bloat his stomach even more. He still felt full. Was Sephiroth going to come again? Probably, given how hard and throbbing his cock still was.
Cloud didn't think he could get another erection, even the cum dripping from his tip made him shudder, too sensitive.
Sephiroth pressed his cock against the Knight's hole. The fucked muscles opened almost immediately, without any resistance.
Sephiroth's eyes flashed with a wicked, satisfied gleam. He barely had to push, his cock sliding in with a wet thrust inside Cloud.
The Knight pushed his head back and moaned as soon as he felt the pressure at his entrance, his inner walls trembled with overstimulation, stretching again to accommodate the size of the World Serpent.
Sephiroth grunted, leaned forward a little more and grabbed Cloud's hips, digging his fingers into his bones.
The Serpent buried his manhood inside the Knight's hole, so deep that the tip was pressed against Cloud's cervix, pulsing against it.
Cloud couldn't escape it, the pleasure, the pain, the overstimulation, Sephiroth's hot, piercing eyes, his large hands, and his cock.
And now his offspring too, Sephiroth wouldn't rest until he had him pregnant.
How many times? How many times would he carry Jormungandr's children?
Cloud was clearly losing his mind. He didn't even have a baby yet and he was already thinking about the next ones.
But if it worked... they would do it again. He would do it again with Sephiroth. Have his children until the creation was restored.
Sephiroth began to fuck into him quickly, gripping Cloud's hips to keep him still so he could sink inside his body again and again. Jormungandr's cock collided with the entrance to Cloud's womb, filling his insides completely.
“N-no—Sto—ffh...”
Cloud tried to protest, but his voice came out thin and wet. His face was red, his cheeks flushed, his hair sticking to his temples.
“Hmph.”, Sephiroth just smiled, his pupils dilated and his fangs showing between his lips. “You can take it, can't you?”
“Ahh...nhn...”
Sephiroth's hips slammed violently against Cloud's, shoving his cock deeper and deeper inside him with each thrust.
“Do you want me to stop? Should I let you go?”
Cloud only moaned in response, his voice almost drowned out by the wet sounds of Jormungandr's testicles slapping against his ass and his cock ramming in and out.
Of course, they were empty words. Sephiroth would never release him. Even imprisoned in the Yggdrasil, he would continue to possess him.
“Nng... ahhh... Se—Ahh...”
Cloud cried out on Sephiroth's manhood, his stomach burning, the entrance to his womb as sensitive as his hole. His dick was twitching again, Sephiroth sinking Cloud even deeper into the abyss.
He reached out and grabbed Sephiroth's hands, his smaller fingers twisting around the larger digits, scratching them as he tried to hold on to something.
“Let me hear you, Cloud.”, Sephiroth thrust his hips faster, his cock rubbing intensely against the Knight's inner walls at a frantic pace.
“Sephiroth!”, his heart pounded in his chest, blood rushing to his ears and making him dizzy.
There was only Sephiroth. And green. And the constant hits against his sensitive womb.
Jormungandr was close, his movements becoming sloppy, no longer pulling out completely before thrusting deep inside Cloud again.
Slap, slap, slap.
Wet noises echoed through the emptiness, liquids splashing everywhere with the impact of flesh.
Cloud arched his back, squeezed Sephiroth's fingers tighter, his thighs trembling, his hips vibrating.
He was going to cum again, his whole body contracting, Sephiroth's cock was becoming bigger, harder if that was possible, and throbbing with the promise or threat of even more seed.
“Cloud...”, Sephiroth growled, his eyes unfocused, his hair disheveled. He seemed lost in the same fog that had caught Cloud. Wild, his human appearance not making him seem human, but without any divinity at all, a kind of celestial being breaking under the pleasure.
“I... uh...”
“Mm!”, Cloud found himself nodding, unable to form a coherent sentence, his eyelids closing over eyes he couldn't help rolling inward. “Sss... nhn... ahg...”
That only served to further encourage the Serpent of the World. His last thrusts were brutal, pulling Cloud's hips against his to push himself deeper, impossibly deep.
Cloud scratched his hands, his nails digging into pale skin and breaking it.
Sephiroth grunted, shoved his hips forward one last time, making his manhood collide against Cloud's sore cervix. He came, his whole body vibrating.
Cloud's eyes opened as if he had been stabbed, his irises trembling, his lips in a circle as he came too, with a loud sob.
“Se—!”
Together, swallowed up by each other's orgasm. Sephiroth bent forward, his hands slipping from Cloud's hips to the floor behind his head, his chest vibrating rapidly, silver hair spilling over the Knight's face.
Cloud felt himself being filled again, his belly swelling from the amount of thick, hot seed, womb tight and full. With nothing to hold on to, he raised his hands and grabbed Sephiroth's shoulders, pulling him toward him.
And the Serpent of the World went, bending further, Cloud's fingers buried between his scales.
They were both panting, Cloud still moaning softly, his distended belly trembling as it bulged our further.
When Sephiroth finished, they were practically embracing each other, the larger figure of the World Serpent bent over Cloud, who was clinging to his neck.
Perhaps out of madness, perhaps out of old love. There was so much old love.
Cloud’s mouth tasted like iron and he couldn't open his eyes, his body vibrating, Sephiroth trembling on top of him, his manhood softening.
Without the pressure against his hole, cum dripped out, spilling onto the dark floor.
“Cloud...”, Sephiroth murmured slowly, resting his head on his neck, somewhat possessively. He didn't bite or kiss him, just breathed against his skin. “The gods' orders are irrelevant. It is me you must obey. You will have my spawn.”
Sephiroth leaned back, removing the Knight's arms from his neck, then said, softer:
“You will have my child.”
Cloud opened his eyes with difficulty, but he was too out of it to think or say or feel anything.
Definitely... now... he was going to have a baby...
Jormungandr's cock slid out with a wet noise, leaving Cloud feeling empty and numb.
The last thing he saw was Sephiroth bringing one of his own wounded hands to his lips and licking the small drops of blood Cloud had made, his lips forming a smile. The upper part of his face and his eyes were gone. Cloud's vision began to darken, tunnelling.
“Don't forget me...”
Cloud couldn't sleep.
He lay in a bed that was too big, cold sheets wrapping around his body. The room had been offered to him in recognition of his success, a personal chamber in the Palace of the Gods.
The embers in the fireplace had long since stopped crackling.
The sound they made as they died seemed like a snake's hiss.
The room was cold and dark. Still, Cloud was sweating, cold sweat covering his hot skin and making it sticky.
It looked like a fever. Or it could have been. His fingers twitched slightly around nothing, his eyelids fluttering. He wasn't asleep, but he wasn't awake either. Exhaustion sank him into the mattress, but his mind remained awake, in strange dreams or in that limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness.
He moved in bed, not much, just enough for the sheets to wrap around his limbs uncomfortably.
Sleeping on his back was also becoming uncomfortable. But Cloud couldn't help it. He was too trained and used to sleeping in that position, which allowed him to get up as quickly as possible if necessary.
The sheets wrapped around his arms and legs were like snakes.
Cloud opened his eyes suddenly, his irises flickering between blue and green for a few fragile moments before settling on blue.
Cloud stared at the ceiling. He could hear a slight buzzing in his ears. Running water? Static? Or just the pressure of waking up suddenly?
He swallowed hard, feeling his throat rough, his tongue soft and sticking to his mouth.
He took a deep breath through his mouth, and that's when he felt his stomach rumble.
Hunger? No... he remembered eating.
But it wasn't enough... nothing seemed to be enough nowadays.
The food, the water. No matter how good they were (and it was good, since Cloud had become the glorified breeding bitch of the Gods), no matter how much there was, and there was never a shortage, it was only not enough.
No matter how much he slept, the tiredness did not go away. The clothes, whether his old ones or the new ones he had been given, no... they weren’t good. They were not comfortable on his arms or legs or growing belly.
Neither were the others enough. Tifa's silent disapproval, Barret's badly hidden contempt, the little arguments with Zack.
Not because of Cloud himself, but because of—
Insufficient. More. Something. Cloud needed...
He got up slowly.
He left the room as quietly as a snake slithering across the floor.
...
...
…
The Prison beneath Yggdrasil could only receive those whom Odin-sama allowed.
Cloud couldn't remember where he had left the pendant of the King of the Gods, nor did he think about it at all.
Cloud also didn't remember making his way to that place.
When he realized where he was, he was already inside the huge tree, his bare feet stepping over the black stone floor as he walked through the enormous corridors.
It occurred to him, or should have occurred to him, that he didn't know how he had gotten there. It was as if he were being guided, pulled by invisible strings that kept him walking, even though he was now aware of his surroundings.
He hadn't even changed his clothes, still wearing the blue pants and white tunic he had gone to bed in.
The fabric molded itself around his slightly swollen belly.
“Oh, Cloud-dono?”, one of the Tree's guards stopped walking, looking surprised. He must have been from the old times to call Cloud ‘dono’ instead of “sama.”
Perhaps he didn't even know. Perhaps no one had informed him that Cloud was currently carrying the child of the almost God who was imprisoned in that very place, the worst of all prisons.
“What are you doing here?”
Cloud didn't have time to answer. He didn't even have time to realize the true meaning of the question.
“What was he doing there?”, that question didn't even cross his mind, but the static in his head was getting louder.
From inside the prison where the other knight had stopped in front of, in a flash of white, what looked like a silver tentacle grabbed the guard and pulled him inside the abyss.
The man screamed, but his voice disappeared as quickly as did the tail that dragged him beyond the black bars.
Blood hit Cloud on the cheek, sliding further down. The sound of something, bones, breaking was heard.
And then, silence.
Cloud just kept walking until he was right in front of the huge cell. The same tail that had dragged the knight away appeared on the other side, but it didn't pull Cloud with it.
Instead, it wrapped itself around one of the bars and dragged it aside. Then the other, as if creating an entrance for Cloud.
As if the bars weren't spaced far enough apart for Cloud to pass through them as they were originally.
Cloud's mind snapped, green static and Jormungandr's mark burning on his neck. But that pain was desired.
It was the first thing in weeks that was too much.
Sephiroth was waiting for him on the other side, wearing his hybrid form.
His body ended in that of a snake, but it was human enough. His size much smaller than it could really be.
He had had enough time and willingness to adapt his form to Cloud's.
“Well done, Cloud.”, he congratulated him, a small smile on his face.
He glanced briefly at the Knight's belly, his irises dilating for a moment with something predatory.
“Okaeri.”, Cloud leaned his sword against the wall right next to the door and entered the room.
“Bad day?”, came the question from Sephiroth, who appeared from a deeper area of their shared chambers. He wore a loosely fastened black robe, making his silver hair look even brighter.
He knew the different tones of Cloud's voice and his little mannerisms. The way he got rid of his sword or how he was taking off his gloves at that moment.
Cloud didn't want to tell Sephiroth about the beating he almost took from Cid on the training grounds that afternoon. The God was half drunk and his wife was watching, although Thor spent more time glancing at Odin's black-haired son than at his wife.
“See? See?”
If Cloud told him that, Sephiroth would only suggest what he always suggested and even offer to carry it out himself.
“Normal.”, he replied, and smiled slightly at Sephiroth. “And yours?”
“The same.”, Sephiroth said back, without really answering anything.
What was the point of talking about those things when they were both there and now?
Cloud approached Sephiroth and the Serpent’s smile widened. He tilted his head, his arms crossed elegantly over his chest.
Their eyes met, green and blue, both shining.
“Tadaima, Cloud.”, he said, his tone gentle. Gentle in a way that the gods and people Cloud knew outside of there would think impossible.
But it wasn't. At least not with Cloud.
Until the end. When Sephiroth chose defeat over breaking that gentleness once and for all.
Sephiroth reached out his hand, long fingers stretching toward the Knight. He seemed to glow in that black abyss, his skin and hair and scales.
A God in all but name.
“Tadaima.”
Cloud smiled, almost a laugh escaping his lips. He took a few steps forward, his eyes completely green, distorted.
He seemed intoxicated, or in love, unable to focus on anything other than the figure of his former lover.
The being who had put a child in his belly.
It was so obvious now. He needed Sephiroth. That was what was missing. That was why everything else was insufficient.
He couldn't do it without him. He wouldn't be able to do it without him.
Cloud accepted the hand of the Serpent of the World.
“Okaeri...”