The Midgar Bombing

The train doors slid open onto the grimy platform of Sector 7. Cloud pulled out of Tifa with a wet sound, tucked his still-slick cock back into his pants, and stood. Cum leaked down the inside of her thighs as she fixed her skirt and top with quick, practiced motions. Neither of them looked particularly embarrassed. The rest of Avalanche had already seen enough.

Barret Wallace waited on the platform, gun-arm folded across his chest, scowling hard enough to crack concrete. Biggs, Wedge, and Jessie stood behind him, trying not to stare at the obvious mess on Tifa’s legs.

“You’re late,” Barret growled. “And you already got your dick wet. Great. Real professional.”

Cloud adjusted his sword on his back. “You hired me. I showed up.”

Tifa stepped forward, wiping the last of the shine from her mouth with the back of her hand. “He’s ready. We all are. Reactor’s waiting.”

They moved as a group through the narrow alleys of the undercity. Neon signs flickered overhead. The air stank of oil, rust, and the faint chemical tang of mako. Jessie walked close to Cloud’s side, eyes flicking down to the front of his pants more than once. She was short, energetic, with a tight tank top and cargo pants that hugged her ass. When the group paused at a corner to check the route, she leaned in and spoke low.

“Heard you and Tifa put on a show. Next time leave some for the rest of us.”

Cloud said nothing. Jessie grinned, then reached down and gave his cock a firm squeeze through the leather. It twitched under her hand. She laughed softly and pulled away before Barret noticed.

They reached the access tunnel that led toward the Mako Reactor. Biggs and Wedge took point with the explosives. Barret kept watch. Tifa stayed near Cloud. The tunnel was narrow, dimly lit, and humid. Halfway through, the group split for a moment while Jessie checked a fuse. Tifa used the brief cover of darkness to press Cloud against the wall, shove her hand down his pants, and stroke him hard and fast until he was fully rigid again. She didn’t finish him. She just left him aching, then stepped back into the light like nothing had happened.

At the reactor entrance the security gate loomed. Barret gave the signal. The team slipped inside.

The bombing run itself was quick and brutal. Alarms screamed. Shinra troopers poured in. Cloud cut through them with the Buster Sword, the blade heavy and efficient. Blood sprayed. Bodies dropped. Tifa fought beside him, fists and kicks landing with sharp cracks. Jessie planted the charges. Biggs and Wedge covered the exits.

When the last trooper went down, Jessie grabbed Cloud’s wrist and dragged him into a side maintenance alcove while the others set the final timer. She dropped to her knees without a word, yanked his cock free, and sucked him deep and wet. Her mouth was smaller than Tifa’s, tighter, and she used her tongue in quick, filthy circles under the head. Cloud braced one hand on the wall and fucked her face in short, hard thrusts. Jessie took it eagerly, eyes watering, throat working around him until he came hard across her tongue and lips. She swallowed what she could, wiped the rest onto her tank top, and stood up with a satisfied smirk.

“Now we’re even,” she said.

The charges detonated. The reactor groaned and began to collapse. The team ran.

They burst back out into the undercity just as the structure behind them erupted in a column of green fire and twisted metal. The ground shook. Debris rained down. Barret whooped. Biggs and Wedge high-fived. Jessie laughed, still tasting Cloud on her tongue.

Tifa looked at Cloud, then at the distant glow of the burning reactor, and simply said, “One down.”

They headed back toward the Sector 7 slums, smoke rising behind them, the first real blow against Shinra complete.