Keyblade Master defeats Ninja

Yuffie stood on wobbly legs, shivering violently now, partly from the biting wind on her bare skin, but mostly from the sight of the weapon I was wielding.

"Wait... wait, timeout!" she squeaked, backing up until her shoulder blades hit the steel pillar again. She held her small hands out in front of her, palms up in a placating gesture. "Let's... let's have a strategy meeting! We need to discuss logistics! That thing is... it's a physics violation!"

"The time for strategy is over, Yuffie," I growled, stepping into her personal space. The heat coming off my body was enough to make her gasp.

"But the size difference!" she argued desperately, her eyes darting between my face and my cock. "I'm a compact model! You're... you're siege equipment! You'll split me in half!"

"You're elastic," I corrected her. "Ninjas are known for their flexibility. Time to prove it."

There was no way to do this standing; the height difference was too ****. I reached down and grabbed her by her narrow waist. Her skin was freezing, covered in goosebumps.

I lifted her effortlessly.

Yuffie yelped, her instincts taking over. Her legs immediately wrapped around my torso, her ankles locking behind my back to keep from falling. She clung to my shoulders, suddenly elevated to my eye level.

"Whoa! High altitude!"

"Hold tight," I commanded.

The position was perfect. Her center was now aligned directly with mine. Her tight, wet little pussy was hovering right over the tip of my cock.

"Oh gods," she whimpered, looking down. "It's... it's knocking at the door."

"I'm not knocking, Yuffie. I'm kicking it in."

I gripped her ass cheeks, small, firm globes of muscle, and pulled her down.

She screamed. It was a sharp cry of pain as the broad head of my cock stretched her impossibly tight entrance. She was so narrow it felt like trying to push into a closed fist.

"Stop! Stop! It won't go!" she panicked, trying to lift herself back up, digging her nails into my shoulders. "It's stuck! Abort mission!"

"Relax your hips, brat," I snarled, holding her firmly in place, letting the weight of her own body work against her. "Stop fighting me and let it happen."

I waited, letting her adjust to the agonizing stretch. I could feel her internal muscles spasming around the tip, terrified and tight.

Then, I thrust upward with my hips. Schlick-POP.

The resistance gave way. I slid deep inside her, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, brutal motion.

Yuffie’s scream died in her throat, replaced by a strangled gasp. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her head falling onto my shoulder. Her entire body went rigid in my arms.

"Yuffie?" I grunted, feeling her inner walls pulse frantically around me. She was so tight it was almost painful for me, a suffocating grip of hot velvet.

"Full..." she wheezed against my coat. "So... completely... full. I can feel you... in my stomach."

"I told you I'd steal everything," I whispered into her ear. "I'm taking up all your space."

I began to move. I couldn't take long strokes; there wasn't enough room inside her, and she was too tight. I settled into a rhythm of short, hard, punishing thrusts, grinding my pelvis against hers.

The sound was incredible. The wet slap of our bodies meeting, echoed by the metal pillar behind us. Her small breasts bounced against my chest, the hardened nipples dragging against my coat.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Yuffie found her voice, panting in time with the impacts. "It’s too fast! It’s too much energy! My system can't handle it!"

"Handle it!" I roared, increasing the pace.

I slammed her against the pillar with every thrust. CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. The sound rang out over the silent abyss.

Yuffie was losing her mind. The combination of being suspended in the air, the cold wind, and the massive, hot invasion inside her was overloading her senses. The pain had faded into an intense, overwhelming pressure that hit every nerve ending she had.

She started clawing at my back, **** for purchase.

"I'm gonna crash!" she wailed, her head thrashing wildly. " Ray! Ray! It’s hitting something deep! It’s hitting the save point!"

I felt her cervix bump against the head of my cock. It sent a jolt through both of us.

"That's the spot," I growled.

I hammered it. Three hard, deep thrusts that lifted her higher on my body.

She shattered again. This orgasm was different from the oral one. It wasn't a release; it was an implosion. Her internal muscles clamped down on my shaft with crushing ****, milking me violently. She threw her head back and let out a silent scream, her body convulsing in my arms.

The intensity of her grip was too much to resist. I groaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck, biting down on her skin as I let go.

I poured my seed into her tight, small body. It felt like filling a thimble with a firehose. I pressurized her womb with hot fluid, marking the ninja thief as my property.

Yuffie went completely limp. If I hadn't been holding her up, she would have fallen into the ravine. She hung in my arms, her breath coming in shallow, broken hitches, her inner thighs twitching against my sides.

I held her there for a long time, letting the cold wind cool our sweat-slicked bodies, listening to her try to remember how to breathe.

Finally, I stepped back from the pillar and slowly lowered her to the ground.

Her legs wouldn't hold her. She collapsed instantly onto the pile of her discarded clothes, a shivering heap of bare skin and exhausted muscle.

She looked up at me from the ground. Her eyes were huge, glassy, and completely devoid of her usual cocky spark.

"Okay..." she whispered, her voice rough and broken. "You win the loot. You win everything."

She curled up into a ball on her clothes, pulling her oversized shuriken closer to her naked body for comfort, utterly defeated.

"Game over, Ray. Yuffie... admits defeat."