Rescue

Cloud, Tifa, and Barret reached the lower service levels of Shinra Headquarters under cover of a manufactured blackout. Jessie’s old charges, the few that had survived the plate drop, took out a primary power junction three blocks away. Alarms howled through the tower. Emergency lighting painted the corridors red.

Barret took point with the gun-arm, clearing two security checkpoints in short, brutal bursts. Tifa moved beside Cloud, silent and focused. They climbed internal stairwells and maintenance shafts, avoiding the main elevators. Every level higher brought heavier resistance. Troopers in full gear. Automated turrets. A pair of SOLDIER operatives who lasted less than a minute against the Buster Sword and Tifa’s fists.

On the detention level they found the first real obstacle. A reinforced blast door sealed the cell block. Barret’s gun-arm punched a hole through the control panel. Sparks flew. The door ground open halfway and stuck. Cloud forced it the rest of the way with the sword.

Aerith’s cell was the third on the left. The lock gave under Tifa’s boot. Aerith sat on the cot, wrists still bound, dress torn and stained. She looked up the moment the door opened. Relief flickered across her face, followed by something sharper when her eyes landed on Cloud.

“You came,” she said.

Cloud cut the restraints with a careful stroke of the blade. Tifa helped her stand. Barret covered the corridor. They had minutes at best before the next security wave arrived.

Aerith caught Cloud’s wrist before he turned away. “The guard,” she said quietly. “He used me. I can still feel it.”

Tifa’s expression hardened. Cloud said nothing. There was no time for more. They moved as a unit back toward the stairwell. A squad of troopers rounded the corner at the far end. Barret laid down covering fire. Cloud and Tifa cut a path through the closer ones. Aerith stayed between them, bare feet silent on the metal floor.

They reached a secondary elevator shaft that still had power. The car was empty. Once inside, Barret jammed the controls to take them down several levels toward a known service exit. The moment the doors closed and the car began to drop, Aerith turned to Cloud, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him hard. Her hands worked his belt open. She freed his cock, already half-hard from the fight, and stroked it until it stood thick and ready. Then she hiked her ruined dress up, braced one foot on the elevator rail, and guided him into her cunt in one smooth motion.

She was wet and slick from earlier. Cloud gripped her ass and fucked her in short, deep thrusts timed to the movement of the elevator. Tifa watched from the opposite wall, eyes dark, one hand already between her own legs. Barret kept his back to them, gun-arm trained on the doors, jaw tight.

Aerith came first, a tight full-body shudder that made her cunt clamp hard around Cloud’s cock. He followed a few strokes later, pumping a fresh load deep inside her while the elevator continued its descent. When he pulled out, cum ran down her thigh in a thick line. Aerith fixed her dress as best she could. Tifa stepped in, dropped to her knees, and cleaned the rest of him with her mouth, sucking him clean in long, thorough strokes before standing again.

The elevator slowed. Barret finally glanced back. “You three done? Good. We hit the street running. Shinra’s going to lock this whole sector down the second they realize she’s gone.”

The doors opened onto a dim service bay. Alarms still screamed overhead. The four of them moved fast into the undercity dark, Aerith between them, the tower of Shinra Headquarters rising like a blade behind their backs.