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Tifatan X

Chapter 2: A Reflection on Temptation

Author: CertifiedV

Original Story: Tifatan

Siren Red was not a creature of habit. She disliked routine and desired more than anything else to be stimulated both mentally and physically. It was for that reason that she had filled her palace with splendour; of course, this was not a reference to the décor. Though it was true that her place of dwelling was magnificent, the furnishings that she treasured above all were the living occupants who enjoyed their eternal sojourn within. Many of them had been less than impressed with her offers of infinite, unyielding pleasure as her subordinates, and she proclaimed a greater fondness for these women than those who submitted to her outright. She loved all of her servants, this much was true, but the battle of wits and wills that many of her heroic guests engaged her in was what she craved more than simply a warm body. One might have said that her greatest sexual predilection was a challenge, and there were so few individuals capable of providing her with that. Despite the fact that many defied her authority upon first arriving, only a handful of them were ever strong enough to withstand more than two of her trials. Her latest, most prized companion, the fallen summoner Yuna, languished upon her bed amid the silken covers while her mistress watched from her position some yards away, a sultry smile playing gently across her smooth lips.

She was a voluptuous woman, the host of this divine sanctuary, clad in a sheer, silken robe of raven black woven with crimson thread, the designs of which altered imperceptibly with the slightest movement of her hips or subtle heave of her ample bust as though they responded to her whimsical nature in the same manner as the more animate of her possessions. Beneath the unfathomably luxurious material existed a curvature that defied both gravity and age, flesh that had seen the passing of one thousand years and one thousand years more, and yet retained its unblemished smoothness, gracefully mature but still youthful and soft. Her hair was a vibrant shade of vermillion, fitting, she thought, as it was a colour denoting lustful obsession. It had been some time since she had adopted her current form and she could no longer remember which had come first and brought about the other, her name or her hair, though it was a minor point of contention. The locks were full of life and soft to the touch, requiring no maintenance on her part, and framed a regal, elegant countenance, the focus of which was a pair of shining cerulean orbs, inviting and provocative. Those eyes were currently focused on her recently acquired bedfellow as the young woman mewed quietly, her own hand teasing the outer folds of her sex with an air of understated desperation.

There was something enticing about playing the voyeur to such a show, safe in the knowledge that the beautiful brunette was attempting in vain to bring herself to climax, and could only achieve her aim if the ruby-haired female nearby were to intervene. Yuna was often defiant in the face of her mistress�s ministrations despite having failed to resist her seduction, perhaps hoping that it was not too late for her to play the heroine, but at this current moment she was experiencing one of her rare submissive moods. At these times, Siren enjoyed punishing the girl by abstaining from sexual contact with her; she found it amusing to see her squirm with growing carnal frustration. It was true that the temptress held no small degree of affection for the various trophies that she had collected over the course of the years, but she had enjoyed breaking them all far too much to be considered a benevolent being. Even now, the sight of the former resident of Spira writhing in pleasant torment caused her breath to hitch and her blood to run hot in her veins. Ever the subtle sadist, however, she glided past the bed, tracing the curves of her subservient lover�s body in the air with her palm as she passed, eliciting a subconscious squirm from the other female as though she were attempting to touch the hand that remained just out of her reach.

The robe-clad seductress approached a mirror fixed to the wall, the polished surface framed by what almost seemed to be black ivy extending from the ceiling to the plush carpet blanketing the floor, sprouting attractive scarlet blossoms akin to those of roses. She reached out and caressed the reflective screen, feeling it shiver at her touch as though it were responding to her in the same manner as the satin-like gown that clung to her body in all the places that accentuated her womanhood. Her image rippled and changed, morphing into a vision of a young, dark-haired woman elsewhere in the palace. Creamy, flawless skin covered a powerful, athletic physique, typified by a large, firm bosom and strong limbs, stripped of clothing and vulnerable to the roving eyes of her predatory hostess. She walked with confidence and determination despite her nudity, a tight line in place of her mouth as she strode through the corridors, lengthy locks the colour of undiluted coffee hanging to the back of her upper thighs, resting gently against her muscular back and toned rear. She still wore her combat attire, the gloves and forearm brace that she had entered the Siren�s domain with, but even without them she was a dangerous and capable fighter, though naturally the redhead wished for something other than the crude physicality of battle. Tifa Lockheart was a magnificent specimen, capable of so much more than simple fist-fighting; it was merely necessary to awaken her awareness of this. She lifted a finger to her lips, pouting in thought, musing on a suitable trial to subject her most recent acquisition to.

As the architect of her own niche in reality, the buxom immortal was intrinsically tied to it and the various, chaotic forces that constantly exerted themselves upon her haven. There was an inconsistency that she felt in the fabric of her realm that caused her a moment of vexation. Stroking the smooth portal once again, the image before her altered to reveal the source of her uneasiness; there was an uninvited guest within the halls of her palace. Perched on a beam in one of the various passageways was a young woman no older than twenty years dressed in outlandish garb that, despite its strange composition, was familiar to the watcher. It was an outfit that held interesting connotations for her. A lilac robe descended from her shoulders to her upper thighs, the neckline of which plunged to reveal a healthy portion of an ample cleavage, a tight, white cloth covering the tantalisingly subtle bronze of her skin underneath to maintain her decency. A pink sash held the dress in place at her waist and tied into an adorable bow at her lower back, fastened with a thin, red cord. Beneath the main item of her clothing she wore ebony leggings that extended from somewhere under it down to her ankles where they disappeared into two boots of a colour in keeping with that of the majority of her apparel. Fingerless gloves of the same shade covered her arms to a point that was halfway between her shoulder and elbow, complimenting the uniform nicely. She was a lithe creature, suited more to stealth than conflict, but was still pleasantly toned. There was a pinch to her brow that suggested she often frowned, but her eyes were warm, chocolate-coloured orbs that spoke of sincerity and gave her a pretty grace, framed by hair that was a striking deep violet in hue.

"What have we here?" Siren cooed softly, as the girl withdrew what appeared to be a thin strip of paper from somewhere on her person and held it between her index and middle finger so that it was parallel to her face, apparently attempting to divine her position using it. Demon hunters used those charms; she believed they were commonly known as Ofuda.

She sent out a probing thought towards her visitor, gently exploring the outer reaches of her mind and drinking in the new arrival�s thoughts and memories. She was strong-willed and cocky, the sensation of which caused the temptress�s lips to curve upwards in a sensual smirk. There was pain in her past, however, and where there was such anguish there was also weakness to be exploited. She pressed deeper, watching as the young woman began to grow flustered at her intrusive presence, a gentle flush appearing on her cheeks and her breathing becoming heavy. The caress of her power was irresistibly seductive and the youth was evidently not averse to this. Eventually, a full smile touched the dominant female�s mouth revealing pearly, well-formed teeth. She shot a glance over her shoulder at the prone form of Yuna, who was watching her with a needy gaze as her fingers continued to stimulate her overly aroused opening.

"You are kindred with this one," she said, the words alone causing her beloved servant to writhe in her place, longing for the touch of her mistress, "another summoner to join us for an eternity of pleasure."

She was delighted when the brunette did not spare the mirror even a mote of her attention, instead focusing solely upon the crimson-haired woman before her with her wonderfully mismatched eyes. The voluptuous ruler of the palace showed her affection with a strong, lustful thought, eliciting an orgasmic shudder in the summoner, much to her amusement. Such loyalty necessitated a reward, after all. Turning back to view her newest plaything, she made a decision; this girl would make an excellent companion for her current object of fixation. With a mere focused consideration, she changed her domain according to her wishes, setting her beloved quarry in close proximity to the newcomer. Neither would notice that their locations within the maze-like sanctuary had altered significantly, wandering as they were in uncommon places. A trial approached for them both, and the eternally beautiful female could not hide the anticipation she felt. Drifting in her usual seductive manner, she came to the foot of the bed and casually allowed her robe to fall from her shoulders, drift along her slender arms and crumple in a luxurious heap about her feet.

"Yuna," she purred, the sound of her name uttered by that rich voice, tripping from that skilled tongue, falling from those full lips, stoking the fires of lust within her again. She looked up at the redhead, whose silken skin shone in the low light of her personal chambers, watching as a playful smirk appeared on her face, almost taunting the broken slave with her proximity.

"Please mistress," the chestnut-haired servant pleaded, blushing at the sound of her own voice begging in such a manner. It served her self-esteem to pretend that she was still the woman she had once been, the one who had defeated Sin and Vegnagun, as well as a plethora of personal demons, self-sacrificing and courageous in the face of adversity to the very last, but now, and though it crippled her pride to admit it, she needed the ecstasy that only the immortal could give her. "Please," she reiterated, her body trembling as it waited to be touched.

Smiling softly as she took her place on the bed, her perfectly formed figure dominating that of the quivering female beneath her, Siren Red began to sing.

-

It didn�t matter that she had been born without clothing, after a life time of covering herself, albeit, and she would concede to Cid�s views on that, sometimes with very little clothing, being naked felt very unnatural to Tifa Lockheart. Though she had abandoned the skin-tight bodysuit that had once belonged to the ninja, Taki, without a moment�s regret, she was still painfully aware of her bare skin, and the constant sensation of being watched did nothing to make her feel less self-conscious. She had tentatively let herself into one of her hostess�s bed chambers and, having not been pounced on by one of her sex-crazed puppets, had taken one of the robes that were present there. The material was soft and clingy, evidently suited to a woman of leisure like the one that currently held her imprisoned, but not to the busty fighter�s own tastes. Too much comfort bred complacency, and the dark-haired female had trained herself to be ready for anything, including instances where comforts, both physical and mental, were few and far between. During her group�s escapades involving ShinRa and Sephiroth, this preparation had been useful more times than she cared to recall. Now that she was facing the opposing situation, however, she was almost at a loss. Almost.

She had survived this far without losing herself to the desire that wracked her body and the heat within her that ebbed and flowed like a tide that constantly threatened to carry her away into her own lust. She had survived the way that she had always done, and would do until the end: by fighting. And whether that meant punching the brazen hussy�s lights out when they met or beating her at her own game, heaven forbid, Tifa would do it for her own sake and for all the other women she held within the walls of her palace, their loved ones and the worlds that they had left behind. The fact remained that she preferred the first option over the second, and set about modifying the gown she had stolen. She ripped off the sleeves with gleeful abandon, disliking the way they billowed about her arms when she swung a punch. With those gone, she tore the ankle-length robe on either side of the legs until the slits reached her upper thighs, allowing herself greater freedom of movement but at the same time maintaining a sense of decency. She was, after all, still naked beneath it. Those crude adjustments made, she swung a few practice strikes towards the wall before twirling back on her bare left foot and slamming the sole of her equally nude right into the elegant decorating. There was a noticeable shudder and one of the chandeliers overhead rocked gently from the impact.

Grinning to herself, she turned away from the abused brickwork and began to march along the corridor again. The newly acquired clothing still clung to her flesh like she had often hoped Cloud would one day, groping her tightly in places that she could not profess to dislike. Wearing the robe made her feel like a slut, but the warmth that it stirred at the pit of her stomach and the wetness that manifested in her aching sex made her want to act like one. Since entering the palace he negative views on sexual promiscuity had started to fade and she had begun to see the appeal of the Siren�s way of life, a far cry from before when she had confined herself to fleeting thoughts of being held by her blond travelling companion before quickly castigating herself and forcing those musings to the back of her mind. She could not deny that the concept of submission was attractive, but firmly believed that this was only because of the infernal, hypnotically beautiful melody that seemed to haunt her every step, and that beating the singer would free her from the burning in her erogenous zones. She clung to that thought with zeal, her desire to return to the ones that she truly loved overriding the need for stimulation, for now at least.

She advanced a couple more paces until she was confronted by what appeared to be a piece of engraved paper floating in her path that had not been there moments before. Frowning at the charm that was hovering at head height directly in front of her and appeared to be inscribed with symbols that she thought she recognised, she cocked her head quizzically. The symbol continued to hang motionless in the air for a moment longer and then exploded in a burst of flame, singing the martial artist�s flesh. She raised her arms to cover her face as the wave of heated air washed over her, momentarily stunned by the blast that had engulfed the entirety of the corridor in front of her. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse of concentration, someone seized her roughly around the throat and jerked her backwards so that she was pressed flush to another body, two large, firm mounds pressing into her upper back in a manner that only served to exacerbate her longing.

"Alright, start talking," a young, female voice hissed dangerously in her ear, "where am I?"

"What makes you think I know?" Tifa responded curtly, immediately bracing her body against any tightening of the limb around her neck in order to prevent strangulation or breaking. She forced herself to keep her voice level, reminding herself that anybody who was displeased to be in the palace was a potential ally. Her assailant paused momentarily to consider her answer, keeping the fighter turned towards the blackened stretch of hallway before her, taking in the charred carpet and smouldering drapes, vainly trying to ignore the moist feeling at the apex of her legs that was growing from her proximity to a warm and evidently well-endowed figure, particularly one as attractive as this one seemed.

"Tell me what you do know," the voice insisted, giving her a squeeze in an attempt to forcibly gain her cooperation. The dark-haired girl smiled to herself, setting her feet apart and bracing her whole body.

"You didn�t get the welcome mat, I take it? Okay then, allow me!" she exclaimed, before grabbing the other woman by the arm that was wrapped around her collar with both of her own and swinging her upper body forward, carrying her attacker off her feet and over her head. To her disbelief, the female landed on her feet, twisted in the grip around her arm and thrust a palm strike with her free hand into the chest of the fist fighter to break the hold before taking several steps back to confront her with a combat stance. The former resident of Midgar adopted her own battle façade, though intentionally made it as defensive as possible in an effort to ease the new arrival�s understandable tension. "Sorry, but I like to look people in the eye when I talk to them," she apologised, hoping that her opponent would not take it personally.

"No problem," the unknown individual responded sarcastically, tossing her head as she conjured two further strips of paper from somewhere on her person, "but I�m still waiting for an explanation."

"You�re not going to like it," Tifa told her, receiving only a cocky grin in return.

"Try me," she scoffed, maintaining her aggressive posture. She was younger than the martial artist, or at least seemed to be, and had hair that was a bizarre shade of deep violet tied into a fan that radiated out from the back of her head. The veteran captive allowed her eyes to traverse the form of her latest acquaintance, the heat in her intimate areas causing her to linger more than was tasteful on the barely covered chest and long, slender legs of her junior. Much like her own attire, this girl�s clothing was suited for combat, though admittedly it was an urge for an entirely different kind of physicality welling up unbidden within her.

Great, she thought to herself, feeling her arousal beginning to build with her, she had to be cute.

"I was brought here by a woman named Siren Red," she recounted, maintaining eye contact with the slightly younger woman to ensure she was taken seriously, though the attention of her own crimson orbs brought out a flush on the girl�s cheeks that revealed her vulnerability to the ever-present song, "and as far as I can tell her motive for doing so was to seduce me."

"You expect me to believe a story like that?" she asked incredulously. Had Tifa not been a seasoned fighter, she would have been unable to detect the slight alteration in the other woman�s footing, shifting her weight forward as though she were intending to strike. It was also doubtful that she would have noticed the subtle prickling on the bare flesh of her upper arms and the lustful glaze that was beginning to take hold her chocolate-coloured eyes had her own state of sexual awareness not been augmented to such a degree already. Though an alliance was potentially a rewarding venture, without their current tension it was unlikely that they could refrain from falling upon each other in an enraptured frenzy.

"Believe it or not, it�s the truth," the dark-haired woman asserted, "I don�t know for sure, but I�d say she has you here for the same reason."

The oddly dressed female blanched, her guarded stance falling with her surprise before she raised her cards again, prepared to act at the slightest provocation. "Wh-what makes you say that?" she stammered, her blush spreading across her cheeks. There was something incredibly endearing about her sudden self-consciousness that made the senior of the pair smile, though she wore the same expression internally at having managed to inadvertently defuse the situation with a remark that had merely been an offhanded observation.

"Well, you�re not exactly what I would call plain," she replied, wondering how to tactfully phrase the gnawing lust infesting her well-toned frame. This girl had to be aware of her own feminine attributes or the upper border of her robe would not fall so scandalously low. It was with some reluctance that she redirected her gaze from the confined globes of lightly tanned flesh to the face above, though she reminded herself constantly that it was not in her nature to leer in such a manner. "Look, you can trust me," she said, taking a step forward with her hands spread in a show of non-aggression, which only resulted in the other woman taking a step back, "you can feel it, can�t you? The song that you can�t hear with your ears but which you feel with your body. It makes your blood run hot, your mouth become dry and it makes your skin tingle almost like there�s something touching you everywhere at once? Most of all, it makes you think things you wouldn�t normally think and notice things you wouldn�t normally notice. That�s the power of Siren Red, and I�ve seen other women fall to its seduction already. I�ve survived this long but I ... could really use an ally."

Evidently flustered, she exhaled loudly before giving a shrug, the cards vanishing from her hands. "Sheena," she stated, placing a hand on her hip and using the other to straighten her bizarrely coloured hair.

"Huh?" Tifa asked, tilting her head, but allowing herself a smile regardless.

"The name�s Sheena Fujibayashi," she explained, holding her hand out palm-up as though handing the information over to her recent acquaintance, "representing the ninja clan of Mizuho."

The martial artist nodded in acknowledgement, before bringing her own hands beneath her thigh-length, almost ebony hair and flicking it out behind her casually. "Pleased to meet you, Sheena," she said graciously, "I�m Tifa Lockheart, representing, well, the people of my world, I guess. I don�t really have anywhere I call home anymore. So Mizuho�s your organisation?"

"And the village where I was born," the other girl told her, "I�m surprised that you haven�t heard of it. Most people know of us but few people see us; it�s a hidden village. Although, it would make sense if you come from Sylvarant."

"I was born in a place called Nibelheim, actually, and I moved to Midgar a few years later," she replied, receiving a fairly blank look in turn, "we call our world Gaia."

"Tethe�alla, Sylvarant and Gaia? There are three worlds?" the younger of the pair mused aloud, lifting her head to regard the ceiling with a thoughtful expression, "and I guess a fourth if you count this place."

"Maybe even more, from what I�ve seen of this palace�s other occupants," her senior responded, placing her hands on her hips, "but I don�t think standing here will do us much good. The longer we stay in this realm, the stronger the effect of the song on our bodies, so as much as I don�t want to run into any more of Siren�s minions, I think we�ll have to risk it to get close enough to defeat her."

"Well, no offence, but do you know where you�re going?" Sheena asked, raising an eyebrow, to which she smiled and shrugged.

"Not really, but I was going this way and I guess its as good as any other," she said, pointing down the charred hallway behind the other girl, "at least we have a landmark to use to stop us from going in circles. What was that card you used anyway?"

"These?" the violet-haired female asked, snapping her fingers and producing a spread of numerous, colourful paper slips in her hand in the blink of an eye. The dark-haired fist fighter was evidently impressed with the trick, though it was the third time she had seen the charms appear and vanish thus far, and the ninja smirked at the approval she had garnered. "It�s a special art that my clan teaches," she explained, "that was just a Pyre Seal. Summoners like me aren�t allowed to use weapons; supposedly the use of edged or blunt instruments erodes our natural, magical ability. The Ofuda charms we use help us to focus that ability and gives us the power to exert control over summon spirits, kind of like practicing oration in a mirror to build your charisma, you know?"

"Weapons are overrated anyway," Tifa said, punching her left palm to illustrate the fact that she also favoured unarmed combat, "can you summon now? It�d be a big help."

"I tried that earlier," her new companion informed her, recalling her earlier attempt to summon Celsius, the spirit of ice, in an attempt to quell the heat that had risen within her, "no such luck. In fact, I can�t feel them at all the way I used to anymore. It�s so strange."

"It must be lonely, having a familiar presence taken from you suddenly," she said sympathetically, her own thoughts turning to a graceful face from her recent past framed by soft chestnut locks and inset with haunting emerald eyes, a picture of beauty both internal and external. There was an ache associated with that female presence that was beyond the continuing seduction of the song, a powerful affection more heady and overpowering than her lust.

"Yeah, I ... really miss my friends," Sheena admitted, both of them pausing for a moment in memory of the lives they had left behind, "but we�re going to beat this and go back where we came from; we�ll be reunited with the people we left behind and finish what we started there."

The muscular woman nodded briskly, walking towards the ninja and holding out her hand in a gesture of camaraderie. "Shall we?" she asked, as the other girl regarded the offered palm, before clasping it so that her thumb was laced around that of her acquaintance and her fingers gripped her wrist. They both squeezed tightly, the firmness of the motion an unspoken pact between them.

"Alright," she replied, releasing the handshake and turning towards the blackened path ahead of them, which regained its splendour after several metres and continued into the distance.

They began to walk towards an uncertain future.

-

Though not adverse to the ministrations of her many subordinates, it was rare for Siren Red to ever allow her pets the privilege of lavishing their affections upon her. On the occasion that she was in the mood to indulge the eager fingers and mouths of those who were subservient to her, her behaviour was much the same. In the current instant, the fallen summoner whom she had toppled so spectacularly lay between her slender, perfectly-shaped legs, her heart-shaped face nuzzled softly in her mistress�s crotch. The dominant female sat, casually braced against the headboard of her bed, one hand resting gently amid the hazel curls of her beloved healer as that same woman lapped greedily at the folds of her sex, one of her arms curled about the sanguine-haired seductress�s shapely thigh while the other snaked downwards to fondle her own moist cleft. A gentle upturn was present on the hostess�s lips, who remained silent and composed even as her slave�s moans sent pleasant vibrations through her exposed lower regions.

Siren was not what one would call an inconsiderate lover for she desired the pleasure of her subjects above all else. Indeed, she found the image of a young woman splayed and enraptured at her behest to be the most arousing of all. However, to say that she truly cared for the women in her hospitality was affording her entirely too much benevolence. As had already been mentioned, the architect of the palace between worlds was not a conscientious creature with a kind heart. Though it was true that many of her beautiful conquests had been snatched from the jaws of death by her magic or freed from situations and lifestyles that brought them great sadness, that they came to dwell within her sanctuary was not for their benefit, but merely for her own self-gratification. She existed to extol the virtues of carnal indulgence on all women in existence and awaken their latent sexuality with her song. Some viewed such appetites as sinful, but she believed that denial of one�s own self was a greater sin. Her argument had yet to be refuted, even by the more chaste of her guests.

Permitting herself a smile, her silent melody soared as Yuna brought her to orgasm, her expression remaining stoic despite the sensation, and the only true indication of her pleasure came in the form of a mouthful of warm nectar for the brunette. Subsequent waves flowed through her like an incoming tide, though not one elicited so much as a groan from her. Her satisfaction was clear, however, as she imparted several powerful climaxes upon the younger woman in her own turn, though without the use of her digits or lips. The servant was rather more vocal in her appreciation of the arousal and cried out, vainly attempting to focus on her task of oral stimulation as the continuous cycle drove her to distraction. After a moment she fell silent, nestling snugly against the immortal�s flooded slit with her fingers still thrust within her own, her body rising and falling gently as she breathed. Siren looked down upon her and saw, not a lover nor an eternal companion, but an object to toy with and take pleasure from as she chose. Much like the two females she was currently watching through the mirror on the wall as they continued to walk and talk. She had devised a delightful trial for them both, one that would show her the true spirit of the newcomer as well as test her desired maiden�s will far greater than any challenge that had come before. Though they were only recently acquainted, Sheena and Tifa made a couple that she would gladly see together, sharing their eternity in lustful passion. It would be a shame if the martial artist was unable to overcome and failed to reach her personal chambers, but the possibilities that came with her defeat were magnificent to contemplate. In her eyes they were an auspicious pair, each worthy of the other.

"I have seen you as a slave and an equal, my love," she purred, her attention focused on the young woman clad in one of her own robes, "perhaps a taste of dominance will bring you to your knees, as ironic as that would be. Yes, I wonder how you will react when your youthful friend begs you to have her."

The smouldering sapphires that were her eyes remained transfixed upon the body of the female whom they had followed for many days prior to her arrival to the temptress�s domain. Even when dressed in her simplistic black and white battle attire she had possessed undeniable beauty, the crude clothing unable to stifle her attractiveness. Quite the opposite in fact, as the tight fit of the top combined with the high cut of the skirt only served to accentuate those attributes that the elegant voyeur was so taken with. The swell of her breasts, the strong musculature of her limbs and the smooth, flawless skin, firm and toned, that covered her powerful frame were all facets of her subtle, understated magnificence. Naked, her figure was a sculpted work of art and now, wearing the crimson-haired seductress�s own gown, though she had shredded it barbarically, she could imagine the young woman as a permanent fixture in the palace. She reminded herself to take steps to curb her penchant for ruining perfectly suitable clothing, however. Such a habit had the potential to prove vexing.

"Do not disappoint me, dearest," she commanded, "I would have you for myself, not as a distraction for my subordinates. Prove yourself worthy of my love."

-

Sheena had never been a particularly lustful girl. In truth, her understanding of such matters was somewhat stunted, and though she was aware of what a person�s sexuality entailed, many of her companion Zelos�s more obscure references to her body and his own appreciation of it were met with violence on principle rather than because she understood what it was that he was referring to. She had never really given her own romantic involvements much thought, and though she professed a desire for a deeper relationship with the group�s leader, Lloyd, that his childhood friend Collette was closer to him than she would ever be did not cause her any amount of upset, namely because she had no prior experience to strengthen that desire. This was in spite of the fact that she had travelled far and wide with the young sword fighter for many days, often fighting alongside him during gruelling confrontations, and had developed a strong affection for him. She had only known the older woman accompanying her for some short minutes and already her mind was overwhelmed with carnal urges the likes of which she had never even contemplated before. A heat was welling up within her for the dark-haired female that placed thoughts in her mind that she was almost certain were not her own. She chose to walk ahead, as every time she laid eyes upon the more muscular physique of the martial artist she felt an unfamiliar sensation in her lower body that drove her to complete distraction.

"Sheena?" the rich voice of her new-found companion asked from some few metres behind her, to which she gave a small grunt to show that she was listening, "what were you doing before you were brought here?"

"My friends and I were about to enter a place called Dherris-Kharlan to force a final confrontation with our enemy, Yggdrassil," she recounted, trying to ignore the gnawing sensation at the pit of her stomach that rose and fell with the lilt of the other woman�s voice, "at first I thought I had just been separated from my group, but it felt so different I knew it couldn�t be the same place. My guess is that the teleportation that was supposed to take us there ended up dropping me here instead."

"Erm, that�s all well and good, but I meant what were you fighting for?" Tifa queried, the gravity of the question snaring the girl�s attention and causing her to turn around at last. Almost immediately both women felt the pangs of longing grow inside of them. The youthful ninja tilted her head in consideration, her eyes wandering over the fighter�s lightly-covered bust in a wanton display of lechery that was vastly out of character.

"About four thousand years ago, Yggdrassil split our world in two and made it so that one half would prosper while the other declined due to the balance of mana, the life of all that exists, that flows between the two," she explained, flushing as she turned her eyes away and tried to force the thoughts from her mind, "the only way for a world to prosper is to sacrifice a pre-ordained "Chosen" to tilt the balance in its favour, but the same happens for the other world some time later and no one of the two would ever prosper for long."

"He claimed that it was all to prevent the advancement of warfare on both Tethe�alla and Sylvarant, but he had another agenda. He wanted to find a body for the spirit of his sister, and he had selected our friend Collette for that. As it turned out, the sacrifice of the Chosen also served to create a vessel for her, but over the course of four millennia he still hadn�t found one good enough. When she came back to life through Collette, she told him to stop and left of her own volition, but he insisted on taking her dead spirit and leaving on Dherris-Kharlan, the planet that was the source of his power and the link between the two realms. He got so hung up on his own selfish desires that he was willing to sacrifice everyone just so that he could run away and be alone; his sister understood that better than he did, and it was her life that he was trying to save to begin with. We wanted to reunite the worlds and create a place where no one would need to be sacrificed anymore. We ran the risk of letting people prosper and develop weapons like he feared, but people deserve the opportunity to live in peace and comfort without having to allow someone to die to achieve it, I think."

"You aim high," the dark-haired fist fighter commented, smiling softly, the expression causing a fluttering sensation in her torso despite the fact that she only saw it from the corner of her eye.

"It wouldn�t have been enough to keep things as they were, and if we�re going to change things then we may as well make them perfect," the girl said, fidgeting bashfully under the admiring gaze of her companion, "how about you? What were you fighting for?"

"Survival," she replied, flicking an errant strand of coffee-coloured hair over her shoulder idly, "nothing as noble as a perfect world; we were just trying to keep our world and the people in it alive."

"You stand for something though, that�s as good a cause as any," the more slender of the pair pointed out, "I mean, changing the world is one thing, but keeping it safe to begin with is just as important. Just do me a favour and don�t sacrifice yourself to make it happen, okay?"

"Sure," Tifa agreed, though her expression became dark and melancholic as she spoke. Her partner frowned, wondering what she had said to upset the other woman.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

"Oh, sorry," the martial artist said, snapping from her reflection before her face lifted and she treated the younger female to a heart-warming smile, "yeah, I�m fine. We should probably keep moving."

"You�re right, of course," Sheena responded, turning back to the hall, somewhat thankful that she no longer had to be exposed to her acquaintance�s unintentional sexual magnetism. She felt warm all over and a subtle dampness was building at the apex of her legs. In an effort to quell her hot flush, she conjured a spread of Ofuda charms between her thumb and forefinger and began to fan herself vigorously.

"Is something wrong?" the older captive queried, advancing to stand next to the lilac-clad ninja, placing her hands behind her back and leaning forward to look at her face.

"I�m just hot," she replied, imagining that she could feel the other female�s eyes roving over her body in much the same way her own had done not that long ago. She seemed to find it so much easier to resist the temptations of the song that she could not help but feel slightly jealous that her own resolve was not as strong.

Those thoughts vanished from her mind, however, when the senior of the two�s march slowed to a stagger and then ceased entirely. Placing one gloved hand against the wall, she leaned forward breathing heavily as her cheeks turned red. Unsure of what to make of her behaviour, the girl moved over to her cautiously, unable to prevent herself from fixing her gaze on the well-formed chest heaving just beneath the satin soft robe. She placed a hand on the other woman�s shoulder and found herself confronted by two deep, crimson pools as they locked eyes. All of a sudden, she felt as though she were falling into a warm, comforting embrace, only absently registering the sensation of a hand clutching at her robe. She was woken from her reverie when her companion pulled her forwards and captured her mouth with her own, before the sensation of their lips pressing together lulled her gently into a sleepy doze. It seemed almost that resisting such a wonderful feeling made no sense at all; she would happily stay that way forever.

"Sheena," the dark-haired female breathed as they parted, both panting heavily, the word causing the individual in question to go weak at the knees as she felt another hand grip her low collar and began to almost will it to fall from her shoulders, "I�m sorry."

There was a moment of confusion, and then Tifa fell back, her hold on her partner�s clothing dragging her after her, before a bare foot was placed firmly in the junior�s stomach and catapulted her head over heels. The girl�s heart caught in her throat as she flew through the air before her honed reflexes asserted themselves and she rolled to a halt, crouching and spinning to confront the woman who had thrown her. She grinned broadly, aware that this was a plan to help them regain control of their bodies. Neither of them was more at home than during combat; they had both been trained for it, and that familiarity would allow them to repel the alien urges that the song stirred within them.

"Alright, we�ll do it your way," the violet-haired female said, smiling, before launching herself forward.

Her first knife-hand strike was repelled by a raised forearm, while her second was met with the other limb, before she dropped to her haunches and swung her right leg in a strong sweep. Her muscular opponent hopped backwards, both above and out of reach of the movie, swinging a low kick to the younger woman�s head and connecting with nothing as she rolled back onto her shoulders and flipped up onto her feet once the danger had passed. She ducked a strong right hook and side-stepped a jab with the opposing fist before swinging a backhand with her left arm and striking the other combatant in the side roughly. Taking a step back as the martial artist rose again, she aimed a stiff roundhouse at her sternum, only for her leg to be captured at the ankle between the arm and waist of her companion. The long-haired female whipped her around with overwhelming speed and strength, sending her flying off her feet. With the grace of a seasoned professional, Sheena turned a picture-perfect cartwheel and landed with her feet evenly spaced, prepared for further combat. Though they were now experiencing adrenaline bursts they both felt a degree more control of their faculties and slipped out of their individual stances, exchanging a pleasant nod as they turned back to the corridor, minds focused on the task at hand rather than on each other. It was not long, however, before the younger at the couple�s fingers brushed her lips in memory of the kiss they had shared, and the longing began to return.

In their momentary lapse of concentration it seemed almost as though the hallway had changed, as they now faced a staircase ascending to a wide entranceway covered by two wrought iron doors instead of a passage extending into the distance. With nothing left to do, they scaled the stairs side-by-side, coming to stand before the heavy, intricately pattered panels. Silently, they pushed open the entrance to the room beyond revealing a large stone chamber. Grey pillars extended from the floor to the ceiling, while arches and beams of a similar material formed a series of walkways overhead. The focal point of the wide space was a circular, raised dais at its centre, which seemed to consist of a frame made from an unknown, silvery metal surrounding a glass circle, like a giant lens fixed to the floor. The ninja frowned, recognising the design of the bizarre ornament and stepped toward it.

"This looks like the seal of a summon spirit," she informed her partner, though unable to comprehend why there would be one here, of all places.

"Are you sure?" Tifa asked, looking at the stage and tilting her head. Almost as though it were responding to her words, the plinth began to glow with faint rose-hued light and a gentle hum began to resonate from it. A corona of brighter illumination sprang up from the crystal disc and a figure gradually came into view standing upon its smooth surface.

The creature before them was evidently inhuman, but this was evident from its aura rather than its appearance. It was humanoid and female in shape, with an ageless countenance and mature, well-developed physical assets, which it flaunted shamelessly by not wearing any clothes. Its flawless, alabaster flesh was complimented by long tendrils of golden hair trailing down its back to rest upon the floor by its feet. The remainder of its body was without hair, leaving its taut sex exposed. Despite the obvious attractiveness the being exuded, with its full curvature and long, slender limbs, the sensation it conveyed was one of gentleness rather than the provocative and disconcerting effect of the song. Two glowing, cerulean eyes watched the women before it, a soft smile on its lips as though it were pleased to see them.

"You who possess the right of the pact," it said, further confirming Sheena�s assumption that the seal was one for a summoning, "I am Siren, Summon Spirit of the Heart."

"Its no coincidence that you�re here in Siren Red�s palace, is it?" the fist fighter asked, folding her arms. The shimmering azure orbs turned to focus on her and there was a moment when her partner believed she may have been about to collapse. The older woman remained stoic, but seemed to be profoundly affected by the creature�s considerable innate power. The more slender female also professed a weakness for the strength of the desire that was coursing through her from her proximity to the blonde spectre, and she wondered how long either of them could remain in control in its presence.

"It is not," the ghost responded, its voice light and heady, almost like a perfume, "my power is opposite and equal to that of the Summon Spirit of the Body."

"Tifa, this could be our way out," the young Ofuda-user announced, turning to look at her dark-haired companion with a hopeful smile on her face, "if I form a pact with Siren then perhaps she could help us to defeat Siren Red. She might even be able to just transport us straight out of here."

The buxom martial artist exchanged a glance with the other woman before turning her eyes back to the spirit who continued to stand before them, a glorious image of sexual allure. "Could you?" she asked.

"My influence on this realm is directly affected by the strength of my pact-maker," it informed her, "it will first be necessary to test her."

"I accept the trial," the Mizuho clan-member asserted quickly, catching her friend somewhat by surprise with the speed of her answer, "don�t worry about me, really. Just have faith and I�ll do it, I promise."

The senior of the pair gave her a lingering look of concern before she nodded and reached out to gently place a hand on her shoulder. She felt a rush of butterflies through the pit of her stomach at the contact, reaching to touch the hand as it slid from her upper arm, leaving her fingers to touch the space where it had been moments before. "I�ll be right outside if you need me," she told her, passing back out into the hallway. Sheena watched her leave, unable to keep the longing from her expression, and then the doors swung shut. With nothing left to do, she turned her attention back to the voluptuous figure of the summon creature standing atop the seal.

"Begin," it said softly, before immediately turning its body in a graceful pirouette. The ninja�s eyes widened as the lengthy, golden locks twisted with a mind of their own before bunching into a heavy ball and lunging towards her. Moving on reflex, she dodged to the side as the solid mass of fibres slammed into the space where she had previously been standing, smashing the stone floor to pieces.

The tresses pursued her, sweeping across the floor in a bid to entangle her, snapping at her heels as she darted away before vaulting upwards and scrambling up one of the chamber�s pillars with skilled movements, as though she were scaling a tree in the forests surrounding Mizuho. There was a jarring crunch as the column cracked with the impact of the living hair, and chips of rock sprayed everywhere as the girl pulled herself up onto one of the beams overhead. Withdrawing her Ofuda charms, she ran the length of the walkway and hurled the seals to the ground, each one exploding in a shower of flame and burning debris. She hopped to a new path as her opponent rose from the fire below unscathed, its flesh shimmering with beautiful golden light. The creature settled gently atop the same joist as the young female, the same magnificent smile on its lips as earlier. Almost seeming to move without the knowledge of their mistress, its locks rose above it and plunged downwards, pulverising the area where the youth had previously been standing. Sheena skipped from one stone girder to the next as her seemingly invulnerable enemy landed daintily on the floor below, the sundered beam crashing to the ground close by. Puffing, the lithe Tethe�alla native sat back on her haunches as the female humanoid stood, watching her.

The blonde lengths whipped up once again, wrapping around the trunk of a nearby pillar. There was a loud cracking noise as the fibres ground the column to dust and the attached stone walkways began to fall around it, the chamber beginning to resemble a ruin. The young woman plunged to the flagstones below and rolled to a halt amid the dust and fragments of the upper level. She rose to her feet quickly, taking up one of her charms and peering through the fine powder that had been made of the vertical support. Letting out a shaky breath, she blanched as two slender arms encompassed her upper body in a warm embrace. Her combat stance fell and she deflated against the soft flesh behind her, the back of her head coming to rest against the summon spirit�s firm, naked bust.

"You are an exceptional combatant," the musical tones of its voice informed her, its lips coming to rest by her ear, "such grace, such agility, such resilience, and you are quite beautiful. I pledge my services to you."

One hand came up to caress her cheek lightly making her tremble against the body behind her. The heat that she had felt before when in the presence of Tifa had returned tenfold. Her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth fell open as she tried to speak against the numbness that had settled in her brain, her arousal making her dumb. "I should make a vow," she whispered eventually, though the meaning behind what she was saying was beginning to lose its significance even as she spoke.

"Yes, make your vow," the voice commanded, the hum of the words stoking the fire within her.

"I-I vow ... to free the women imprisoned by Siren Red," she murmured quietly. The muscles hidden beneath the pale skin wrapped around her became taut, tensing at her words, before the being began to purr into her ear once more.

"Free?" it queried, the objections to her gradual lapse of concentration fading from the girl�s mind, "imprisoned? Siren Red has given hope to the occupants of this palace, brought them away from sorrow and heartbreak to rest by her bosom and find eternal solace. Is that not the greatest kindness?"

Lost to the hot feeling radiating from her crotch and the thoughts of surrender that had chased all others from her mind, Sheena felt the creature known as Siren slip a hand down to gently rub her sex through the course material of her underwear, hidden beneath her robe. She quivered at the touch, moaning softly. "Make a new vow," it whispered.

"I vow to ... to serve you for all eternity," the ninja uttered, moments before the lips of her new mistress captured her own, and she fell into an abyss of pleasure.

-

Tifa�s fighting style was unnamed, though she had often toyed with different categorisations for the various moves that she incorporated. Some were based on the water element, so she had considered the name "Aqua Arts"; however, she thought that drawing this distinction shifted the focus from her non-elemental attacks and since her strongest technique, a manoeuvre of her own devising that she had named "Final Heaven", was one of these, it made little sense to do so. Whatever her martial art was, she believed that it was the key to surviving this palace. As a fighter, she relied on her discipline to overcome the odds, whether that be an enemy with a longer reach than her or the pain of a wound. If she centred herself and maintained her focus, she could resist the carnal temptations of her tormentor. Or at least, she hoped she could.

Now separated from her ally of but a short while, the dark-haired female practiced her strikes against the wall of the corridor. Her feet were still bare, so she elected not to overuse her world famous kicks, at least not against the solid surface before her. After a particularly powerful barrage of punches, she smiled to herself as she ran a gloved hand over the crumpled paper and pulverised stone beneath. She had grown stronger at first for her own sake, and then for the sake of those around her, those she loved. It helped to have an opponent like Sephiroth, whose insurmountable ability meant that she could only grow stronger if she hoped to survive him. She had imagined that the wall represented him at first, but realised that she hated him, that it was too easy to fight the spectre of a maligned entity that filled her with dread and revulsion and so much anger. Siren Red was a different creature; she was as attractive as she was cunning, and understood what could break her far better than the white-haired psychopath did. In preparation, she imagined the most beautiful face she knew, one of soft, chestnut hair and sincere, green eyes, Aeris again. When she could not bring herself to strike the image she herself had conjured, she feared for the portents of her hesitation.

The door ground open behind her, the noise startling her from her reverie before she remembered Sheena and darted in. The chamber beyond was dark when she entered, and there were shapes of fallen masonry scattered on the poorly lit floor. When the entrance sealed itself behind her, she grimaced, coming to the conclusion that this did not bode well. Advancing into the dim centre, she became aware of two shapes atop the seal of the summon spirit. As she approached, the sight before her caused her to gasp subconsciously and place her hand to her mouth.

The young ninja was on her knees, facing away from the other woman, stripped naked apart from the long, lilac gloves. Her robes lay discarded hurriedly on the flagstones surrounding the disc of crystal she was currently perched on, and her hands worked feverishly over her body, one pinching and caressing the erect nubs at the tips of her shapely breasts while the other gently fondled her slick sex, those motions visible to the older female from between her splayed legs. An elegant hand clasped the back of the girl�s head, guiding her ministrations as she lapped at the cleft of the so-called Summon Spirit of the Heart, Siren. The face of the creature was one of delight, and possessed no malice of any kind, making it al the more dangerous to the former Gaia-native�s eyes, despite its allure. The being shot her a pleasant look, humming quietly as its conquest�s face continued to nuzzle at its crotch. Though its body showed no sign of arousal, the aura around it resonated with warmth and the promise of sexual gratification, proving that it was enjoying itself. Tifa felt beads of her own nectar beginning to spill forth from her sodden entrance and roll the length of her inner thighs.

"Get away from her," she ordered flatly, to which the golden-haired spirit shot her one last pleasant smile and faded from view. Without a moment�s consideration, she dropped to her knees beside her companion, placing a hand to her back, which was damp with sweat. Even lacking the presence of the creature that held power over her, the youth continued to stimulate her own erogenous zones in an effort to bring herself to orgasm.

Unsure of what action to take, she took her recent acquaintance�s face in her hands and lifted it so that they were confronting one another directly. There was a look of longing in the younger female�s eyes that had not been there before. Prior to their separation there had always been doubts and self-denial keeping her from giving in to the passions stirred within her, but now her own imposed walls had crumbled and there was nothing but lust inside her now. She had abandoned herself to the pleasures of the flesh, and her partner could not help but feel a pang of regret. There was also an urge to take the broken woman in her arms and allow her that climax that she sought, but her resolve was strong and she fought the temptations. Almost as soon as she tried to pull away, however, the undressed youth clutched at the front of her robe and lunged forward, pressing their lips together. Tifa blanched, momentarily unsure of what was going on, but the sensation of the kiss, as well as the throb of the warm body against her own, began to erode her objections. She slumped backwards, landing on her rear on the glassy surface, placing an arm behind herself to keep from falling onto her back.

At first, the martial artist believed that Sheena had mistaken her for the creature whose power had pushed her past her threshold, but as their mouths parted the girl breathed her name huskily, wrapping her fingers in the fabric of her torn gown and beginning to undress her. "Tifa," she murmured, her breath hot and sweet on the fighter�s face, before she began to run her lips down her throat, teasing the skin gently as she did so. As two wandering hands found the belt around her waist, her head fell back and she came to the knowledge that this was what she wanted. She gently placed a palm to the ninja�s head, directing the soft touches of her mouth lower, the heat of the encounter the only thoughts in her mind for the time being.

"Sheena, what are you doing?" she queried absently, the last vestiges of her resistance slipping away as the other female opened the front of her robe, revealing the heavy, rounded globes and the detailed musculature of her abdomen beneath. Her eyes sank shut as the more slender of the pair descended, pecking at the flesh of her collar bone with tender, affectionate motions before moving to encompass the ample mounds with her hands. Using her fingers to gently roll the erect nubs at their apex, the younger woman ran the flat of her tongue over each in turn. The senior cupped the face of her lover once again, holding her affectionately.

"I vow to serve you for all eternity," the ninja told her, pushing forward to press her mouth to the bust of the other woman, the hands on her face moving to clasp the back of her head, stroking the dark violet strands that remained tied in their customary fan.

"Serve me then," the fighter whispered, as her companion came to rest between her strong, well-muscled thighs, beginning to lightly brush the outer folds of her sex with the tip of her tongue. It was impossible to resist the submission of the young female nestled at her damp opening, and she came to realise that, deep down, this was what she wanted.

The ministrations of the girl�s mouth intensified, licking deeply within her as she sat back, her feet set flat on the seal of the summon spirit below her on either side of her devotee while her hands rested behind her, propping her up as the attention lavished upon her exposed slit continued, lashing and caressing in between. One of Sheena�s hands came to rest upon her thigh, her slender fingers gripping the soft skin of her leg lightly as she used it as a purchase to increase the pace of her lapping. Though she was unable to reach climax on her own, her free hand snaked down to fondle her own swollen slips, the seeming desperation of her movements bringing a profound sense of sadness to the older female even as the sensations within her caused her breath to hitch and a deep flush to appear on her cheeks. Her chest bobbed as she bucked involuntarily against the pressure in her private area, arching her back and tossing her head in the grip of rapture.

Her right hand lifted from the smooth surface beneath her and gripped the back of the submissive young lady�s head as she began to cry out, lost in the sea of pleasure that was beginning to bring her closer and closer to her inevitable relief. Abandoned to her desire, she wished there to be no end to the other female�s willingness to fulfil her lust, and the idea of spending an eternity as mistress to the broken ninja became a concept of the utmost appeal. Writhing into the lips that were encompassing her over-stimulated sex, she bucked hard once again, her lower body quivering and convulsing as she reached the point of climax. She gave one long, loud cry as her entire frame was wracked with ecstasy and then came to a trembling halt; her entrance flooded, filling the mouth below with the sticky fluid she expelled.

"What am I doing?" she whispered to herself, aware that her behaviour was not that of her usual self. The thoughts of domination and possession were not hers; they seemed more like those of her captor. By breaking Sheena, had the golden-haired Siren instigated this sensation to tempt her into losing herself to the role of mistress? And then the girl looked up at her with an expression of the utmost lust and adoration, and Tifa could think of nothing more than what a good servant she made.

The older female held her companion affectionately, reasoning that even if she were to continue her fight against her seductive hostess, it would hardly be fair to allow a labour of love such as the one just imparted upon her to go unrewarded. The ninja continued to cling to the body of the woman whom she had sworn to serve, even as the two rose to kneel atop the disc of crystal that formed the seal. The material of their perch was not consistent with a solid, the fighter realised now; it permitted comfort to their love-making similar to a firm mattress rather than a glass pane. She cradled the girl to her breast with her left arm, smiling fondly as her initial reaction was to flick her tongue over the still-erect tips, before slipping her right hand down to gently slide her fingertips over the aroused opening at the apex of her junior�s legs. This elicited a shiver from the more slender of the pair, her arms lacing behind the other female�s muscular back as she hummed with pleasure, desiring more than anything to be taken by her buxom mistress.

With considerable forthrightness, Tifa thrust her index finger into the moist confines of her newly-acquired lover�s cleft, making her cry out happily before resuming her oral ministrations of the older woman�s breasts. The martial artist let out a gentle coo as she began to ease her finger back and forth between the swollen lips of her crotch, building a rhythm with which to stoke the fires of her passion. The dampness at her slit grew and spread, covering the intruding digit and the palm it was attached to, her arousal evident from the reaction of her body. She began to swing her hips almost subconsciously, driving herself upon the protrusion as the fist fighter added a second finger to her stimulation, working the other in to move alongside the first. At this new pressure, she gasped and fell weakly against the elder female�s sweat-soaked body, her head nestling softly between the firm, full mounds that she had previously been devoting her attention to. Her own ample bust pressed to the coffee-haired individual�s well-defined stomach, showing similar signs of arousal to its larger counterpart.

Sheena continued to writhe as she allowed herself to be cuddled against the toned flesh of the one she adored, rejoicing as she began to convulse with the onset of her orgasm. Broken as she was, her emotions and desires raged unchecked, and she felt no awkwardness as she openly wept with joy as she climaxed, the inner folds of her sex clamping down on the fingers thrust within her and a torrent of warm fluid cascading onto the hand that was pleasuring her. Without stopping to consider, the martial artist lifted the dampened palm and took the tip of her index finger in her mouth, finding the taste pleasant if incredibly unique. The girl took the hand in her own and looked up at Tifa expectantly, who lowered the digits to her mouth in turn. The ninja licked them thoroughly, her willing servitude continuing, and something dark within the young fighter was nothing short of delighted.

The violet-haired youth lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around the opposing limb of her lower, continuing to writhe gently against her sex and surprising the older woman with her veracity. The two laced their legs even as they were still revelling in the warm afterglow of their recent releases. The friction of their slick private areas began to build a not unpleasant congestion within them, a growing sense of sexual gratification that was fused with a physical affection that could only exist between a mistress and a servant, each of whom had boundless fondness for the other. It served only to compound the sensations as they pressed together, and the martial artist�s lips captured those of the ninja, both moaning into the other�s mouth as they squirmed as one in the grip of tender passion. The broad physique of the former Midgar resident dominated that of the other young woman in a manner that would leave onlookers in no doubt as to which of the two held power.

Their faces parted and a lust-filled glance was traded between their glazed eyes as they continued to gyrate their lower bodies together, possessed by the song that echoed silently around them and made their flesh yearn for touch and tease. Sheena looked away self-consciously, her rapid breathing causing her chest to rise and fall in a manner that made the other female smile in appreciation. She placed her hand to the flushed cheek of the girl and smiled wider as she nuzzled into the palm. She arched her back, setting her hands down on the crystal that cushioned her and her companion, and continued to writhe. Tifa ran her fingers down the torso before her, tracing the subtle line of her lover�s collar bone before pinching the tips of her breasts into arousal with light tweaks and feathery strokes. Her junior�s hands came to rest gently alongside her rocking hips, adding a sense of urgency to her motions as they both began to sweat and tremble against each other, the subtle differences of their skin tones apparent due to their proximity as shivers of pleasure rippled through them.

The robe-clad female set one of her hands down on the floor beneath her in order to facilitate their sexual motions, using the other to softly roll the waist of her partner. They continued to move against one another in the throes of their shared rapture, both approaching their individual peaks. The older woman was more vocal in her ecstasy, gasping and crying out as it built within her, while her companion was more withdrawn, her reaction consisting of hushed sighs and laboured breathing. Eventually, the tryst between them came to its inevitable conclusion, and they reached out to grip each other tightly, both clinging to the warm body close by as they neared their moment of climax.

"I love you, Tifa," the Mizuho clan-member whispered, her eyes adoring as the pressure within each of them reached its threshold. The coffee-haired martial artist�s head was thrown back as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm, and her eyes widened as her mind was rocked by an epiphany.

She could see the Siren�s song all around her as though it were tangible enough to touch, realised in beautiful, flowing waves of vermillion that touched all things and made them breathtaking to behold. It was cloying and beguiling, a veil that confounded the senses and covered everything with a glow that served only to inflame her lust. But that was all it was. Though it was true that deep down there was an animalistic urge to seek sexual gratification in all people, a mind is more than impulse and instinct, and so she came to realise that the song was not a reflection of her true desires. Even as her body was wracked with pleasure and her juices mingled with those of her lover, who had also reached her end, her thoughts were her own once more. She wanted to destroy Sephiroth, save the planet, avenge Aeris and live with Cloud in whatever future remained to them with the completion of their quest. Siren Red could not have her, because she was her own.

The females collapsed against one another as they climaxed simultaneously, moaning quietly as they became a tangle of limbs and a mess of flesh. The throbbing in the older woman�s sex had all but subsided entirely, Sheena having fulfilled her, in a physical sense at least. When she finally recovered the energy to move, Tifa found that the girl�s eyes were shut and her breathing was shallow, indicating that she had fallen asleep. She smiled, this time with genuine fondness rather than a lust-fuelled delusion of such. She gently withdrew from the other female�s body, laying her down compassionately and allowing her to remain unconscious where she was, caressing her cheek in a display of her affection, despite only having known her for a relatively short period of time. With that she stood and shrugged off her robe, draping it over the naked form of her ally, unwilling to take the garment any further and reasoning that the ninja would appreciate the gesture. She had felt and thought like Siren Red, and now wished to divorce herself from that state completely. The crimson gown was a reminder of that intoxicating control that she had forsaken in favour of her mastery of her own self.

"I don�t love you, Sheena," she told her, unsurprised when she continued to lie prone and offered no response, "and you don�t love me, not really. I�m going to beat Siren Red, and then we�ll all be able to go back to the lives we left behind. The ones we were meant to lead."

"Such a fine display," said the voice of Siren, Summon Spirit of the Heart. She shimmered into being, floating in the air before the martial artist in all her voluptuous glory. The air of kindness was gone, however, and her face was twisted into a sneer that revealed her true nature.

"Who are you?" the young woman barked, raising her fists. The creature smiled at this, and then began to laugh, loudly and musically. She tossed her head to the side, her golden locks bursting into bright flames behind her. Though her body remained the same, retaining its definition and tone, her burning tresses fluttered before falling gently about her in a shade of deep crimson. When she spoke again it was with the voice that had taunted her upon her first arrival at the palace; Tifa found that she was not particularly surprised.

"You have done well, my love," Siren Red told her, smiling sincerely down at the naked female before her, "you never fail to meet my expectations and with each trial you defeat my desire for you grows."

"If that�s true then you�re going to love me when I�m through kicking your ass!" she responded. The floating spectre gave a gentle chuckle and lifted her arms out so that they were horizontal, before one of her patterned robes appeared about her body, closing snugly around her curves before the belt tied itself at the front.

"Your spirit is admirable, but ultimately I will break you, and it, along with your body, will be mine," she purred, drifting close and clasping the smooth face of her captive with gentle fingers, before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

The former Midgar resident�s gloved hand snapped out to seize the phantom�s wrist with an aim to throw her aside, but her fingers passed through the limb, even as the sensation of touch on her cheeks faded. The image of the crimson-haired beauty vanished into a haze of red mist, her laughter echoing through the chamber. Tifa placed her fingertips to her mouth, the feeling of the kiss remaining there, much to her vexation.

"No," she asserted, "I�ll beat you; I swear it."

With newly-strengthened resolve, she pushed open the doors that were on the opposite side of the room to her entrance, leaving her recent companion sleeping upon the crystal seal. The prone body in her wake was one more reason to seek victory over her captor as she advanced through the palace.

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To be continued.
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