Barrett’s Relief

They put distance between themselves and the tower as fast as the undercity alleys allowed. Sirens wailed overhead. Searchlights swept the upper levels. Barret led them through a series of half-flooded maintenance tunnels that opened into an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Sector 5. The place smelled of old oil and rust. A single broken skylight let in weak moonlight.

Barret sealed the main door with a heavy bar and finally let his gun-arm drop. The rage that had carried him since the plate collapse was still there, but the edge had dulled into something heavier. He looked at Aerith, then at Tifa and Cloud.

“We got her out. That’s one thing done. Shinra’s going to come harder now. We need a plan before morning.”

Aerith sat on a crate and flexed her wrists where the restraints had left red marks. Tifa checked the perimeter windows. Cloud set the Buster Sword against a support beam and started cleaning dried blood from the edge.

Barret watched them for a long moment. Then he crossed the warehouse floor, stopped in front of Tifa, and spoke low. “I need something. Right now. Before I put a hole through the next wall.”

Tifa met his eyes and nodded once. She stripped out of her top and pants without ceremony, stood naked in the dim light, and turned to brace her hands on a low metal table. Barret freed his cock from his pants. It was thick, heavy, and already hard. He stepped in behind her, rubbed the head along her slit until it glistened, and pushed into her cunt in one long, steady thrust. Tifa exhaled hard and pushed back to take him deeper.

He fucked her with powerful, deliberate strokes. The wet sound of his cock driving into her filled the warehouse. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks. Tifa moaned open-mouthed, tits swinging with every impact. Cloud watched from a few feet away, cock already stiffening again. Aerith’s gaze stayed fixed on the place where Barret’s thick shaft disappeared into Tifa over and over.

Barret reached around and rubbed Tifa’s clit in rough circles while he kept thrusting. She came hard, cunt clamping down around him, legs shaking. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it until her moans turned broken and continuous. When he finally buried himself to the root and came, it was with a deep growl. Thick pulses of cum flooded her. He held her there until the last of it left him, then pulled out. A heavy stream of his load ran down the inside of Tifa’s thighs and dripped onto the concrete.

Tifa stayed braced on the table for a moment, breathing hard. Then she straightened, turned, and looked at Aerith. Aerith stood, crossed to them, and dropped to her knees. She took Barret’s still-hard cock into her mouth and cleaned him thoroughly, licking every trace of Tifa’s slick and his own cum from the shaft and head. Barret rested a heavy hand on her hair and let her work until he was clean.

When Aerith stood, Barret fixed his pants and gave a single nod. The tension in his shoulders had eased, if only a little.

“We rest here until the heat dies down,” he said. “Then we find out what Shinra’s really planning. And we hit them again.”

Cloud picked up his sword. Tifa pulled her clothes back on, still leaking cum. Aerith wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Outside the warehouse the sirens continued, but inside the four of them had a temporary roof and a temporary peace. The next move against Shinra would come with the morning.