The Climb

The climb out of Wall Market took them through narrow service stairs and half-collapsed walkways. Barret led, still simmering with rage. Tifa walked close to Cloud, the red dress now covered by a borrowed jacket. Aerith stayed near the back, quiet but alert. The information from Corneo pointed toward something big moving through the upper plates. Something Shinra wanted kept secret.

They made it as far as a mid-level transit hub before the trap closed.

Shinra troopers poured from both ends of the corridor. A second squad dropped from an overhead grate. Barret opened fire immediately, gun-arm roaring. Tifa moved like water, fists and kicks dropping men in close range. Cloud’s Buster Sword carved a wide arc through the first wave. Aerith stayed behind them, casting what little magic she could to keep the others standing.

It was not enough.

A stun grenade went off near Aerith’s feet. She dropped hard. Two troopers grabbed her by the arms and dragged her back toward a waiting transport. Cloud cut down three men trying to reach her. Tifa smashed another into the wall hard enough to leave a dent. Barret’s gun-arm overheated from sustained fire. By the time the last trooper fell, the transport was already lifting away, Aerith locked inside.

Barret slammed his fist into the nearest bulkhead. “They took her. They fucking took her.”

Tifa’s voice was tight. “Shinra headquarters. That’s where they’ll hold her. We go after her.”

Cloud wiped blood from the edge of his sword. “We go tonight.”

They found a quiet maintenance bay to regroup and patch wounds. Barret paced like a caged animal. Tifa stripped out of the ruined red dress and pulled on more practical clothes scavenged from a locker. When Barret stepped out to check the perimeter, she locked the bay door and turned to Cloud.

She pushed him down onto a metal workbench, climbed on top of him, and freed his cock with both hands. She was already wet. She sank down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion, taking every inch until her ass rested against his thighs. Then she rode him hard. No teasing. No slow build. Just deep, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce and her breath come in sharp gasps. Cloud gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the enclosed space. Tifa leaned forward, braced her hands on his chest, and ground her clit against him on every downstroke. She came first, cunt clamping tight around his cock in strong, rhythmic pulses. Cloud followed seconds later, flooding her with a thick, heavy load.

They stayed joined until their breathing slowed. Tifa lifted off him carefully. Cum ran down the inside of her thighs. She cleaned up with a rag, dressed, and unlocked the door just as Barret returned.

“Route’s clear for now,” Barret said. “We move in an hour. Shinra HQ won’t know what hit it.”

Cloud stood, adjusted his pants, and picked up the Buster Sword. Aerith was inside that tower. Shinra had taken too much already. The next fight would be inside their own walls.