The Edge of Creation

Cloud gasped as his trousers were deftly unsnapped, the coarse fabric pooling around his ankles. And then he felt him ... and it. Something slender, but so very long. Something stiff and probing the cleft of Cloud's ass. Cloud felt his small penis leak profusely in the presence of a true alpha. And then his tongue, licking the shell of Cloud's ear, sucking at the lobe. Cloud eyed his sword, and Sephiroth chuckled.

"Careful now. That which lies ahead...does not yet exist. Or world will become a part of it… one day. But I… will not end. Nor will have you end," Sephiroth said. His cock continued to pulse against Cloud's ass.

"Where are we?" Cloud whimpered.

"The edge of creation. Cloud, lend me your strength. Let us defy destiny… together," his cock twitched against Cloud's asshole, as he started to push, to go inside him. Cloud thought ... no, he knew if he succumbed here ... he'd be a bitch for Sephiroth. He rolled forward suddenly, picking up his sword.

"Never," he said. Sephiroth sniggered, as Cloud's little cock bobbed. Cloud flushed, jumping at Sephiroth, who suddenly disappeared. Then he heard Sephiroth, behind him.

"Not yet," Sephiroth said, swinging the Masamune, and knocking Cloud's sword from his hand. He knelt behind Cloud, whispering against in his ear.

"Seven seconds till the end. Time enough for you. Perhaps. But what will you do with it? Let's see," Sephiroth said, as darkness overtook Cloud again.