Side Quest - Tifa’s Conquests #1

As she returned to Seventh Heaven, Tifa reminisced.

It had happened in the back room of a Midgar undercity fight club two years before Avalanche ever formed. Tifa had just turned twenty. She fought for money that night, bare-knuckled, and won three matches in a row. The last opponent left her with a split lip and blood on her fists. The crowd was loud and drunk. The owner, a thick-necked man who ran girls on the side, told her there was a private bonus waiting if she wanted it.

She followed him past the cage and into a concrete room that stank of sweat and old sex. Six men were already there. All of them had watched her fight. All of them were hard. The owner locked the door and told her the rules were simple: she took whatever they gave, as many times as they wanted, and she walked out with a full pouch of gil.

Tifa stripped without being asked. She dropped to her knees on the filthy floor and opened her mouth. The first cock was thick and already leaking. She sucked it to the root while two other men stroked themselves on either side of her face. When the first one came she swallowed every pulse, then turned her head and took the second without wiping her chin. Spit and cum ran down her tits. The third man pushed her onto her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind and drove into her cunt in one hard thrust. She was already soaked. He fucked her with short, brutal strokes while the others took turns using her mouth.

They rotated without pause. One cock left her throat and another replaced it. One man finished inside her cunt and another shoved in before the previous load had even started to leak out. A fifth man pushed into her ass with only the slick of her own juices and the cum already dripping from her pussy. Tifa moaned around the cock in her mouth as both holes were filled at once. The stretch burned. She came hard anyway, body shaking, cunt and ass clamping down around the two shafts buried inside her.

They kept going. One man lay on his back. Tifa was lifted and lowered onto his cock, taking him deep in her cunt. Another straddled her face and fucked her throat. A third pushed into her ass again. She was airtight, stuffed full, spit and cum running down her chin and between her tits. They used her like that for what felt like an hour. Every time one finished, another took his place. Her cunt and ass stayed flooded. Cum leaked out of her in thick streams every time a cock pulled free, only to be forced back in by the next thrust.

At one point they had her on her back on a stained mattress. Two men held her legs spread wide. A third knelt between them and fist-fucked her cunt, four fingers then the whole hand, while she screamed through an orgasm that left her vision white. When he pulled his hand free a rush of cum and her own slick poured out onto the mattress. They immediately filled her again with two cocks at once in her pussy, stretching her wider than she thought possible. She came again, sobbing with it, while another man stroked himself and painted her face and open mouth with thick ropes.

By the end she was a mess. Cum coated her face, her tits, her stomach, her thighs. It leaked steadily from her gaping cunt and ass. Her lipstick was gone. Her hair was matted. She could taste nothing but salt and musk. The six men stood around her, spent, watching her try to sit up on shaking legs.

The owner tossed the pouch of gil onto the mattress beside her. Tifa closed her fingers around it, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood. Cum ran down both legs in heavy lines as she walked to her discarded clothes. She dressed slowly, every movement sending more of their loads dripping onto the concrete. Then she left the room without looking back.

She fought again the next week. The pouch stayed full for a long time.