Yuffie's work here is done

Yuffie was shivering violently, her teeth chattering like castanets. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving her exposed to the biting wind of the ravine. She curled into a ball on her pile of clothes, looking up at me with eyes that were no longer defiant, but pleading.

"C-cold..." she stammered. "Carry... carry loot?"

I didn't make her walk. I picked up her shorts and crop top, stuffing them into my coat pocket. Then I wrapped my own heavy black coat around her naked, trembling form. It swallowed her whole, smelling of me, darkness, power, and the scents of the other two women.

I scooped her up into my arms. She weighed nothing. She immediately burrowed into my chest, hiding her face in my shirt, seeking the heat.

"You're warm," she mumbled into my chest. "Like a furnace."

"We're going back," I said.

I walked back through the silent, metallic streets of Radiant Garden. The walk gave me time to assess the situation. The defense grid was stable. The Heartless were gone. And the three guardians of this world had been systematically dismantled and rebuilt under my authority.

Yuffie fell asleep halfway back, exhausted by the sensory overload.

When the door to the Restoration Committee HQ hissed open, the warmth of the interior washed over us.

The main room was quiet. The monitors hummed with steady green lights.

Aerith and Tifa were waiting.

They had moved to a large leather sofa in the corner of the room, usually reserved for short breaks during long shifts. Tifa was sitting gingerly, wincing as she shifted her weight, a bottle of water in her hand. Aerith sat beside her, rubbing Tifa’s back in soothing circles.

They both looked up as I entered.

Aerith smiled, a soft, knowing, almost maternal smile. Tifa’s eyes went wide when she saw the bundle in my arms.

"Is that..." Tifa started, sitting up straighter, then grimacing as her soreness reminded her of her own encounter.

"The Ninja," I confirmed.

I walked over to the sofa. Yuffie stirred, peeking out from the collar of my coat. She looked at Tifa, then at Aerith, her face flushing pink again.

"He... he has cheat codes," Yuffie mumbled sleepily. "Infinite stamina. Unblockable attacks. Be careful."

Tifa let out a breathless, incredulous laugh. "Yeah. We know."

I lowered Yuffie onto the sofa between them. She crawled out of my coat, still naked, and curled up against Tifa’s side like a seeking kitten. Tifa wrapped an arm around her, the fighter comforting the thief, united by their shared defeat.

I stood before them.

The visual was striking. Aerith, the mage, glowing with mystical exhaustion and a secret satisfaction. Tifa, the brawler, physically wrecked, sore, and thoroughly used. Yuffie, the ninja, mentally blown and stripped of her defenses.

Three of the most powerful women in the worlds, all huddled together on one couch, looking up at me.

"The committee is all present," Aerith noted softly, her green eyes sparkling. "And the Chairman has the floor."

"The work is done," I said, unbuttoning my cuffs. "The grid is fixed. The perimeter is secure. The trap is disarmed."

"And the staff?" Tifa asked, biting her lip, looking at me through her lashes. Her voice was husky. "What happens to the staff?"

"The staff needs to be maintained," I said.

I looked toward the back of the warehouse.

"Is there a shower in the barracks?"

"A large one," Aerith nodded. "Communal. We use it after training sessions."

"Good."

I extended a hand.

"Get up. All of you."

They hesitated for a heartbeat. Tifa groaned as she stood, her legs shaking. Yuffie wobbled, holding onto Tifa’s waist. Aerith stood gracefully, though I saw the tremor in her knees. They stood in a line. Pink, White, Green.

"You all smell like me now," I observed, walking down the line. "But you're a mess. Sweat. Oil. Semen."

Tifa blushed, looking down at the leftovers of dried fluids on her inner thighs that Aerith didn't reach. Yuffie tried to cover herself with her hands. Aerith just watched me, unashamed.

"We're going to wash it off," I declared. "And then... we're going to dirty you up again. All at once."

A charge of electricity went through the room.

"All... all of us?" Yuffie squeaked, looking between Tifa’s massive chest and Aerith’s elegant curves, then down at her own small frame. "Like... a party?"

"A raid," Tifa corrected, a dark, hungry look returning to her eyes. She looked at Aerith. "We haven't done that... ever."

"We've never had a reason to," Aerith whispered, stepping forward to take my hand. "We never had a King before."

She squeezed my fingers, leading the way.

"Come, Master. The water is hot."

We walked into the back room. It was a utilitarian living space, bunks, lockers, and a door leading to the steam-filled showers.

It was time to crown the conquest.