Side Quest - Reno

While Cloud’s group pushed toward the outer highway, Reno of the Turks sat alone in a shuttered Shinra safehouse three sectors away. The blackout and the headquarters breach had thrown every schedule into chaos. Orders were to lock down the undercity and recover the escaped Cetra. Reno had other priorities for the next twenty minutes.

The safehouse was a single room with a sagging couch, a flickering monitor, and a half-empty bottle of cheap liquor. A mid-level administrative assistant from the tower’s logistics floor stood in front of him, already stripped to the waist. She was one of the women who handled requisition forms and never made eye contact in the halls. Tonight she had followed him without a word when he crooked a finger.

Reno leaned back on the couch, red hair messy, goggles pushed up on his forehead. His cock was out, thick and already wet at the tip. He pointed at the floor between his spread knees.

“Mouth. Now.”

She dropped to her knees on the stained carpet and took him in. Reno did not let her set the pace. He gripped the back of her head and fucked her throat in long, steady strokes, watching her eyes water and her lipstick smear. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare tits. She gagged every time he pushed deep, but she stayed open for it. When he pulled out she gasped for air, a thick string of spit still connecting her lower lip to the head of his cock.

He stood, hauled her up, and bent her face-down over the arm of the couch. Her skirt was already around her waist. No panties. Reno rubbed the slick head of his cock along her cunt, then shoved in to the root in one thrust. She cried out. He set a hard, punishing rhythm, hips slamming against her ass, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the small room. One hand pinned the back of her neck. The other reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles.

She came first, body jerking, cunt squeezing around him in tight pulses. Reno kept fucking her through it without slowing down. When he finished he buried himself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her. He stayed there a moment, grinding in small circles, then pulled out. A heavy stream of his load followed, running down the inside of her thighs and onto the couch.

Reno wiped his cock on her skirt, tucked himself away, and lit a cigarette. The woman stayed bent over the couch, breathing hard, cum still leaking from her used cunt.

“Get dressed and go back to your desk,” he said. “If anyone asks, you were checking inventory in the lower archives.”

She nodded, collected her clothes, and left without looking at him. Reno exhaled smoke toward the ceiling, checked the time on his PHS, and finally stood. The escaped party was still in the wind. The Cetra was still missing. And somewhere out on the highway, the real hunt was about to start again.

He crushed the cigarette under his boot and headed for the door.