Kalm

Morning light crept through the thin curtains of the Kalm inn. The town outside moved at a slower pace than Midgar ever had. Merchants opened stalls. Children ran between the stone buildings. No Shinra patrols walked the streets in open view.

Barret was already awake, sitting by the window with the gun-arm resting across his lap. He watched the square below while the others stirred. Tifa stretched on the bed, still naked from the night before, dried cum flaking lightly on her inner thighs. Aerith sat up and combed her fingers through her hair. Cloud stood and pulled on his pants, the Buster Sword leaning against the wall within easy reach.

They ate a simple breakfast sent up by the innkeeper. Bread, weak tea, a few slices of dried meat. Barret laid out what little they knew. Shinra would not stop hunting them. The trail of whatever Sephiroth had set in motion still needed following. Kalm was only a pause.

When the meal was finished Tifa locked the door again. She crossed to Cloud first, pushed him down onto the edge of the bed, and straddled his lap facing him. She freed his cock with both hands, stroked it until it stood thick and ready, then sank down onto it in one slow, continuous motion. Her cunt was still soft and open from the night before. She took him to the hilt and stayed there, rolling her hips in tight, grinding circles that rubbed her clit against his pelvis. Cloud gripped her ass and let her set the pace for a while, watching the way her tits moved with every shift.

Aerith joined them on the bed. She knelt behind Tifa, reached around, and cupped both of Tifa’s breasts, pinching the nipples while Tifa continued to ride. Then Aerith leaned in and kissed the side of Tifa’s neck, biting lightly. Tifa’s rhythm grew harder. The wet sound of her cunt sliding up and down Cloud’s cock filled the room. She came with a sharp gasp, walls clamping down around him in strong pulses. Cloud held her through it, then lifted her off, turned her onto her hands and knees, and drove back into her from behind. He fucked her with deep, steady strokes, one hand on the back of her neck, the other spreading her ass so he could watch his cock disappear into her.

Barret watched from the chair for a time, then stood and crossed to the bed. Aerith turned to him, opened his pants, and took his heavy cock into her mouth. She sucked him with long, thorough strokes, tongue working the underside, while Cloud continued to pound Tifa. The two pairs moved in parallel. Aerith eventually pulled off, climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees beside Tifa, and looked back at Barret. He mounted her without delay, sinking his thick cock into her cunt in one thrust. The bed creaked under the combined weight and motion. Wet sounds overlapped. Tifa reached out and laced her fingers with Aerith’s while both women were fucked side by side.

Cloud came first, burying himself deep and flooding Tifa’s cunt with a heavy load. He stayed inside her until the last pulse faded, then pulled out and watched his cum begin to leak from her. Barret lasted longer. He fucked Aerith with powerful strokes until her arms shook and she came with a broken moan. Only then did he drive in to the root and unload, filling her until it overflowed around his shaft.

They collapsed together on the bed for a while, bodies tangled, breathing hard. Cum cooled on skin and sheets. Eventually they cleaned up with the basin and cloths left by the innkeeper. Clothes went back on. The room returned to something like order.

Barret returned to the window. “We ask around town today. Quietly. See if anyone has heard about black-cloaked figures or strange mako readings. Sephiroth’s trail has to start somewhere.”

Cloud nodded. Tifa tied her hair back. Aerith smoothed her dress. Outside, Kalm continued its ordinary morning, unaware of the four people in the upper room who had just finished using each other and were already planning the next strike against the company that had ruined so many lives.