The Foursome

The Reactor Core was a cathedral of energy.

We stepped onto the observation deck, a circular platform of reinforced glass suspended over a mile-deep shaft of swirling, incandescent green Mako energy. The hum here was deafening, a physical vibration that rattled the teeth and stirred the blood. The light from below cast everything in an eerie, spectral glow.

"Drop the towels," I commanded.

They fell in unison. Tifa, Aerith, and Yuffie stood naked on the glass, their bodies illuminated from below. The green light outlined Tifa’s powerful thighs, Aerith’s soft curves, and Yuffie’s petite frame. They were shivering, not from cold, but from a feral, **** heat. The cleaning ritual had stripped away their shame; now, only instinct remained.

"You protect this core," I shouted over the hum. "You treat it as sacred. But tonight, we desecrate it."

I walked to the center of the glass floor.

"Tifa. On your hands and knees. Facing the abyss."

Tifa obeyed instantly. She crawled to the edge of the glass, planting her hands and knees. Her massive breasts hung down, swaying with the vibration of the reactor. Her ass, round and muscular, was presented to the room.

"Aerith," I pointed. "Behind her. Kneel. Face her ass."

Aerith’s eyes widened, her breath hitching. This was a boundary she had never crossed. But the lust in the room was contagious. She crawled forward on the glass until her face was inches from Tifa’s spread cheeks.

"Yuffie. Behind Aerith."

The ninja scrambled into position, kneeling behind the mage.

It was a chain. A hierarchy of flesh.

"This is the new circuit," I announced, walking alongside the line of kneeling women. "Input and output. Connect the system."

"Aerith," I ordered. "Taste her. Bury your face in her ass. I want you to worship the fighter’s asshole."

Aerith hesitated for a fraction of a second, then leaned forward. She pressed her face into Tifa’s glutes. She stuck out her tongue and licked Tifa’s puckered ring. Tifa groaned, her head dropping low, her back arching. "Oh god... Aerith..."

"Yuffie," I snapped. "Don't leave the mage waiting. Rim her."

Yuffie, the eager brat, dived in. She grabbed Aerith’s hips and buried her small face in Aerith’s ass, lapping at her with frantic energy.

The sight was depraved perfection. The three saviors of the world, connected in a human centipede of ass-worship, glowing green in the reactor light. The sound of wet slurping mixed with the mechanical hum of the core.

I stood behind Yuffie at the end of the chain.

"The circuit is incomplete," I said, unbuckling my belt. "It needs a power source."

I grabbed Yuffie’s hips. Her asshole was winking at me, pink and tight. "You're the intake valve, ninja."

I spit on my cock, coating it thick. I lined up and shoved.

Yuffie screamed into Aerith’s ass, the sound muffled by flesh. I drove into her anal tightrope without mercy. She bucked, her nails digging into Aerith’s thighs, but she didn't pull away. She took it.

I began to thrust. The impact traveled down the line. Every time I slammed into Yuffie, she bumped into Aerith, who bumped into Tifa. The entire chain of women rocked in rhythm with my hips.

"Liquefy them!" I roared. "Use your tongues!"

Aerith, spurred on by the impact behind her, worked her tongue deeper into Tifa. Yuffie, impaled on my cock, frantically licked Aerith to ground herself.

It was a frenzy. A blur of ass, tongues, and sweat.

"Break the circuit!" I barked suddenly. "Change positions!"

I pulled out of Yuffie with a wet pop. Her hole gaped, used and red. "Tifa. On your back. Now."

Tifa scrambled to turn over, lying flat on the glass. Her huge breasts pooled to the sides, heaving.

"Yuffie," I commanded. "Straddle her face. Ride her mouth."

The ninja crawled over Tifa’s chest and sat directly on Tifa’s face, facing towards me. Tifa’s tongue immediately shot out, diving into Yuffie’s exposed slit.

"Aerith," I pointed to Tifa’s side. "Kneel beside her head. Use her hands to get yourself off."

Aerith knelt, legs spread open, next to Tifa’s shoulder. Tifa reached up blindly, her hand diving between Aerith’s legs, fingering the mage while eating the ninja.

I stood over Tifa’s chest. Her massive tits were right there, glistening in the Mako light, framed by Yuffie’s thighs above and my knees below.

"Lubricate them," I ordered Yuffie. "Spit on her tits."

Yuffie looked down from her perch on Tifa’s face. She gathered saliva and let it drool down, long, stringy strands landing on Tifa’s breasts. Aerith joined in, leaning over to spit on Tifa’s chest from the side.

"Soak her," I commanded.

They spat again and again, covering Tifa’s chest in a sheen of saliva. Tifa moaned from beneath Yuffie’s pussy, loving the degradation, her fingers working frantically inside Aerith.

I knelt over Tifa’s ribs. I gathered her massive, spit-slicked breasts in my arms. I pressed them together, a wall of soft, heavy flesh.

I slid my cock between them. It was heavenly. The combination of Tifa’s soft skin, the heat of the reactor, and the lubrication of the other women’s spit created a sensation that was mind-numbing.

I fucked her tits hard. My cockhead slapped against her chin with every upward thrust.

"This is the Committee!" I yelled, slamming into her chest. "Look at you! A mess of fluids and lust!"

"Mmph! Yes!" Tifa garbled against Yuffie’s crotch.

The energy in the room spiked. The reactor seemed to pulse brighter.

"I'm close!" Yuffie shrieked, grinding her clit violently against Tifa’s tongue. "Me too!" Aerith gasped, bucking her hips against Tifa’s working hand.

"Do it!" I roared. "Paint her!"

They shattered together. Aerith cried out, her juices soaking Tifa’s hand. Yuffie convulsed on Tifa’s face. She didn't just come; she squirted. A clear, hot stream erupted from her, drenching Tifa’s face, washing away the sweat, drowning the fighter in fluid.

Tifa drank all she could, gulping greedily, her tongue still lapping at the spurting ninja.

I felt the urge to release, the pressure building in my balls, but I held back. I gritted my teeth, squeezing Tifa’s tits painfully tight, forcing the orgasm back down. Not yet.

I pulled my cock out from between her breasts. It was throbbing, dark purple, and coated in spit, but I hadn't fired.

"Get off," I ordered Yuffie.

The ninja rolled off Tifa’s face, panting, leaving Tifa gasping for air, her face shining wet with Yuffie’s squirt.

"I didn't hear Tifa cum," I said, my voice dangerous.

Tifa looked up at me, dazed, her face a mask of fluids. She shook her head weakly. "I... I was too busy serving..."

"Unacceptable," I growled. "The scales must be balanced."

I looked at Aerith and Yuffie, who were recovering on the glass.

"She drank your fluids," I told them. "Now make her spill hers. Both of you. Get on her."

Aerith and Yuffie didn't hesitate. They were high on endorphins and my command. They crawled over Tifa’s body. Aerith moved between Tifa’s legs, burying her face in Tifa’s pussy. Yuffie crawled up to Tifa’s chest, tweaking her nipples hard.

"Make her scream," I ordered, standing over them like a dark god, my erection still raging, casting a shadow over the pile.

Aerith ate Tifa out with a vengeance, her tongue mimicking the rhythm I had used earlier. Yuffie pinched and bit Tifa’s nipples.

Tifa thrashed on the glass. "Oh gods! Too much! It’s too sensitive!"

"Take it!" Aerith muffled against her.

Tifa arched her back, her heels drumming on the glass floor. She let out a long, guttural roar as her climax hit her. She shook violently, her juices soaking Aerith’s face, her body seizing up in a massive, prolonged orgasm that left her limp and broken.

I watched it all, stroking my length, keeping the edge sharp.

The three of them lay there in a pile of exhausted, naked limbs, slick with sweat, spit, squirt, and sex.

"Good," I whispered, the sound cutting through the reactor's hum.

I stepped closer, my shadow falling over their faces.

"Now that you're all primed..."

I grabbed Tifa’s hair and pulled her head back.

"...it's time for the grand finale."