Tifa’s Conquests #2 - Old Scales

The dark of the Mythril Mine closed around them. Water dripped somewhere far ahead. Their footsteps echoed off the carved stone. Cloud kept the lead, Buster Sword ready. Barret covered the rear. Aerith stayed close to the center.

Tifa walked in silence. The fight with the Zolom still sat in her muscles. The way the massive serpent had risen from the water, the power in its coils, the cold intelligence in those yellow eyes. It pulled something older out of her memory, something she had not thought about in years.

She had been nineteen. Still fighting in the undercity clubs for coin. A private job had taken her deeper than usual, into a flooded maintenance level beneath an abandoned Shinra storage facility. The client had been vague. The pay had been triple. She went alone.

The chamber she found was half-submerged. Something lived in the black water. It was not a Zolom, but it shared the same cold patience. Long tentacles, thick and muscular, slick with mucus, rose from the depths when she stepped too close to the edge. They moved with purpose. One coiled around her ankle before she could step back. Another wrapped her waist. A third tore her clothes away with casual strength.

She fought at first. The tentacles only tightened. One forced her legs apart. Another, narrower and ridged, pushed into her cunt without warning, stretching her open in one long, relentless slide. A second invaded her ass at the same time, the dual penetration forcing a broken sound from her throat. They fucked her with slow, powerful thrusts, lifting her clear of the water so her body hung suspended in the air. More tentacles found her mouth, her tits, her clit. They used every opening. The one in her cunt swelled thicker, pulsing, until it flooded her with a heavy, viscous load that overflowed around the invading length. The one in her ass followed, pumping her full until it leaked down her thighs in thick strands.

They did not stop. New tentacles replaced the spent ones. She came helplessly around them, again and again, body shaking, voice reduced to wet, choked moans around the thick length stretching her jaw. When they finally lowered her back to the wet stone she could barely stand. Cum and mucus coated her from chin to knees. The tentacles withdrew into the black water as silently as they had come. The client’s payment was waiting at the exit, exactly as promised.

Tifa blinked the memory away. The mine tunnel was still dark. Cloud’s back was still ahead of her. No one had noticed the brief pause in her step.

She adjusted her gloves and kept walking. The Zolom was dead in the swamp behind them. The thing in that flooded chamber was years gone. Only the echo of it remained, and even that she pushed down as the group moved deeper into the mine.