Long Live the President

Rufus Shinra stared, disenchanted, as Scarlet slobbered on his cock. He'd always remembered his father praising her talents. Boasting about how Rufus would never get to sample the wonders of the engineered slut. He tugged on her nipples, frowning at her. And his mind drifted to Cloud. That twink with the girly ass and budding breasts ... that's who should be sucking him off. Not this sadistic cunt. But thinking about Cloud ... that got him raging stiff, and soon, Scarlet was swallowing his thick seed. He'd barely buttoned his white trousers when Heidegger came in.

"Mister Vice President," he said clumsily, saluting. Rufus's eyes narrowed. Tseng followed him.

"Mister President," Tseng said. Rufus nodded and Heidegger's eyes widened, as he realized his error.

"That's right," Rufus said. He sat in his chair, his seed still in Scarlet's mouth as he began to think. He needed to get his hands on Cloud, as soon as possible.

***

Hojo walked through the ruins of the lab. It hadn't gone smoothly. But that wasn't the point. The point was it'd happened at all. The Reunion. It would happen. He was right. He began to cackle like a lunatic.