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Tifatan X - Prologue

She was an extraordinary sight. The warmth of her seeped out from the watery portal through which she was being watched, by eyes unknown and faraway. Those eyes narrowed as the chill that covered them began to melt into something more carnal. The heat grew stronger as the image of the girl became clearer. Soon it was like watching a campfire come to life. Then the heat reached the smooth cheeks beneath those eyes, and it was like a furnace door easing open. Finally, it flared, then ebbed, the unmistakable tide of warmth that could only be a pulse. A heart was beating, quickly, intensely, to watch another heart in that image.

Tifa Lockheart.

The eyes that watched her sleep were sapphire pools, filled with awe for her proud body. Midgar lay around the girl in fathomless night, but the portal spanning a thousand dimensions refused to obscure any detail. Smooth, unblemished skin. A body hardened but sensually curved by many long treks, many fierce battles. Long brown hair that combed over to reveal more of her lovely face on one side, and gently cushion the other as she rested. Wide eyes, closed in sleep, wine-red and strong beneath soft lids. Long arms and legs that brushed together every so often, teasingly punctuated by a dozing coo from her pink lips. Blankets entangled about a body crafted to torment guilty dreams, fuel brooding fantasies. She was so blissfully unaware in her rest. Innocent, like a princess locked in a tower, awaiting her awakening kiss.

Mere thoughts could not encompass her beauty. Soon enough, though, the eyes watching Tifa accepted the heat- and began to burn in response.

This is Tifa Lockheart.

It was not the first time that the woman reclining on the magnificent red bed had watched her. Many times before, in fact, the same portal had been opened to light the dark, spectacular master bedroom. Sometimes it had been different...a city's lights instead of a bed, a fighting stance instead of languorous sleep, but the girl was always the same. The undefeatable, indomitable Tifa Lockheart, a hero such as a villain could only dream of contending with. Kind to her friends, defiant to her enemies, and never mindful of surrender. Her will and strength were formidable. Overpowering, sometimes, so much that those chilly eyes actually closed occasionally.

Through the portal, Tifa's eyelashes fluttered, soft lips pursing. So did the other woman's, in a perfect, shamelessly voyeuristic smirk. Oblivious temptation...was there any better kind?

I desire you, Tifa Lockheart.

"And so shall I have her," sighed the woman, her eyes swiveling lustfully to the other inhabitant of her bed. "Just as I now have you, my little Gullwing."

The girl dozing amidst those covers was a lovely contrast to the peacefully sleeping Tifa. Curtained in sweat, skin flushed red, and lungs exhausted beneath her heaving chest, she was a portrait of conquest to the eyes that now roamed her nude body. She had once been a proud member of the Gullwings, one of whom, Paine, already languished elsewhere in the palace, and before that a summoner, as brave and willful as the long-haired woman in the portal.

Now, though...well, thought her captor with a thirsty smile, now she was broken. It had taken no short amount of time, that long series of trials which finally shattered the will of Yuna of Spira, but it had succeeded.

And it had been well worth it. The darksome mistress shifted on the long bed, her scant black robe already slipping away to reveal tantalizing curves and swells, and prowled over her helpless captive, like a lioness over a fresh, wet kill.

"Yuna..." She pressed her palm to the girl's flushed face, drying the sweat on her brow, combing back her disheveled hair, tracing the outline of her pink lips. Yuna could only weakly turn her head from side to side, mere beginnings of words on her desperate breaths. Her captor slunk closer, casting her in shadow. A sleek thigh slid carefully between Yuna's splayed legs, hiking the cool sheet that covered the girl from belly to knee. A moment later, there was a touch, soft and warm...and Yuna cooed gently in her sleep, her rounded chest lifting high, almost touching the ample breasts of her ravisher's, hovering so close above them.

The woman's smile spread as she continued to toy with Yuna's body. "Another playmate for us," she purred, "won't that be nice? With a body like hers..." Her fingers traced a line down Yuna's smooth neck, briefly cupping her chin. "And with such fire in her spirit...it would be a victory to treasure forever. As it was with you, my Yuna." Her hand fell to Yuna's collar, fingers massaging the sweat into her bare skin. The Gullwing's head was starting to crane back, and as her mistress' thigh continued to work below, her fingers began to curl.

"But, I wonder," continued the woman, "will she break sooner than you did, Yuna? Or will she press on, until there is only she and I? My trials for her will be many..." A long pause, and then two fingers clasped together, curving down, gliding through the sweat...and circling up over one sweet breast. With a murr the woman took Yuna's stiff nipple into her hand, squeezing the nub tenderly, pressing it into the breast. Yuna gasped, eyes shut over hotly blushing cheeks. Her lover spread her palm over the creamy globe, squeezing, rolling, pressing, tingling with the feel of Yuna's pink nub blossoming to life against her palm.

Yuna's back arched gently, mouth spreading open in a low moan. "Aa...wh, what..."

"Shh..." Her captor sank leisurely to nestle against Yuna's side, hand still toying with her breast, thigh still rubbing carefully under the wrinkled sheet. The press of her naked body to Yuna's only further arched Yuna's back. Wild scarlet locks fell on Yuna's chest as her mistress dipped her head closer, and her lips brushed softly against the pocket of neck and shoulder. They parted only to take in a sensuous bite of Yuna's flesh, suckling at her neck. The Gullwing turned her head again, her huffs starting to blend with her moans into that wonderful, erotic pace that so pleased her captor. Her hand continued to knead that full, milky breast, coaxing the heat to rise within Yuna's body, until the Spiran girl's legs began to spread of their own accord.

"Mm...do you remember, Yuna?" she whispered between suckles. "It was such an adventure for you, going through all those arenas, fighting all those others who have come before you...those others who have succumbed to my magic, become my bondmaids." She arched her back, her supple curves molding to Yuna's. "You defeated so many, nearly freed them all from the bond that keeps them mine...I was impressed. And, for a moment, I feared I had met my equal in you. But even you had your limits, slave...like all the rest."

Her hand slipped away after another moan from Yuna, and she brought it slowly down the girl's smooth stomach, her finger pausing to toy with the deep press of Yuna's belly button. A pleading sigh was her reward. With a smirk, her mistress flattened her palm against Yuna's belly, caressing that sleek expanse of white skin for a moment...and then slid it beneath the sheet clinging moistly to it. Inch by inch her fingers crawled, pulling the sheet down to bare more of Yuna's voluptuous hips, until there was contact- warm, and wet...

Yuna's hands seized the blankets and curled them into fists. "O-oh...mmf..."

The red-haired woman was rewarded with the wet ache of Yuna's sex, drinking her fingers into its warmth. She closed her eyes and blew a shuddering breath against Yuna's neck, her knee rocking gently between the Gullwing's legs. It was so hard not to plunge her fingers in right away and turn her prize inside-out, but she was patient. Only through patience had she acquired so many women from so many other worlds, placed them under her spell, aligned the various portals of her carefully crafted palace to arenas and chambers of lust and heat. So she continued to test Yuna's womanhood, a long finger circling the moist labia, tracing her name over those hot folds.

"You lie so still, Yuna," she whispered, softly kissing the Spiran girl's cheek. "You want me to think you don't want this...but it's a little too late." She slowly clasped another finger to the one flicking a teasing inch from Yuna's clit, just enough to gather the heat there. "You're wet for me already. You know why you lost to me..." Pursing her lips, she drew herself closer, pressing the full, smooth front of her body against Yuna's soft curves, her magnificent breasts pushing with the arch of her back into Yuna's. Her captive's will was starting to crumble. Yuna was flushing from head to toe, her nipples stiff with arousal on her sleek breasts, the outlines of her legs beneath the rumpled sheet showing lewd motion. Only a little more...

The woman loomed over her closed face, then, her wild crimson hair falling into a curtain that joined her face with Yuna's in shadow. The darkness fixed her eyes into a seductive stare as she brought her mouth nearer, as though to sip from a water fountain. "You lost to me, Yuna," she murmured over the other girl's lips, "because you wanted to lose to me."

Slowly, Yuna's eyes creaked open. Blue and green eyes, weakened by sex and submission, pleaded up into hers. Even in conquest, Yuna was fighting, just not as literal now- she was fighting the desire, as clear as her beautiful eyes, to surrender totally. Her captor enjoyed that, and rewarded her with another hot press of her voluptuous body to Yuna's. A rounded thigh coaxed Yuna's legs further apart. The Gullwing swallowed, trying not to let the sweet breath creeping into her mouth weaken her.

"Please..." Yuna whispered, "don't do this to her...I'll do anything, if you j-just stop..."

Her captor smirked, her skilled fingers tracing Yuna's folds. "Oh?"

"I'll...do anything...just," Yuna gasped, rocking her head back against the mattress in barely restrained euphoria. "Oh, g...Paine...th-the others...let them go...do anything if you'll just...let...aah..."

"Isn't this sweet..." her mistress giggled. "My little slave still thinks she's the hero she used to be...I guess she needs a reminder of what she is now."

The last was only a faint whisper, and then her lover tilted her head, closed her eyes, and leaned in. She let Yuna turn her head, let her moan in protest, but it was all too much. The intimate embrace of her mistress, the closing space between their lips...the fondling of her hot sex below- too much, even for Yuna. The young adventurer's writhing became even slower, less insistent. Her head gently tilted, no longer trying to turn away, her eyes narrowing...but not in defiance, no. Her supple body began to relax. Her breasts rose with stiffened nipples. Her legs slunk apart, but not of her mistress' doing. And, most telling of all, her hips began to lift, with all the strength she had left, to quietly push against the other woman's waiting palm.

The darksome woman cooed over Yuna's lips- and more of her hypnotic breath, vanquisher of so many others, swam into the Gullwing's mouth. "Who do you belong to...?"

"S...Siren," Yuna moaned, spreading her arms high over her head. "Siren, I belong to Mistress Siren..."

Siren smiled, and claimed Yuna's panting mouth with a long, wet kiss. Down the line from moaning lips to swelling breasts to smooth belly to the soaking heat that lay blanketed below, her fingers joined, massaging Yuna's waiting sex...and then, with a swirling plunge, she took her lover.

I am Siren Red. And this will be you, Tifa Lockheart.

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Tifa had originally been uncertain about Cloud just up and buying Shinra's retreat in Costa Del Sol, but apparently she'd underestimated the value of some of the materia they were carrying around. She definitely had to listen to Yuffie's rants more often. She shot the still-sleeping materia hunter in the other bed a smile as she rose from her own, stretching from one of the best nights of rest she'd had in a while. She reminded herself to thank Cloud- with Costa Del Sol's sunny climate and soothing atmosphere, this was definitely the best investment they'd made since that lucky chocobo down at the Gold Saucer.

She sat on the edge of her bed, noting it was already 6:30- the others wouldn't be up for a while (well, maybe Vincent, wherever he was), and she didn't want to break her routine early-morning warmup. She sighed ruefully at having to leave this warm, soft bed that would probably fit her and the average pack of Nibel wolves, but she'd been taking it way too easy the last few days. Already her muscles were a bit sore, and her chest felt a little funny when she tried to lift her arms. With the stuff Cloud and the others had lying ahead of them, she didn't want to be a burden- and if that meant glaring sleepily at a digital clock every morning, so be it.

Good for your figure, anyway, she thought with a yawn. At least she wasn't putting on a belly or anything- her outfit, no matter what Cid muttered, was made for ease of movement and nothing else (not since she'd lost the bar, at least).

Tifa got up, made her bed, and showered as quietly as she could, though even with that extra effort to keep Yuffie from waking up she finished quickly. She shot the dozing ninja another smile as she stepped out of the shower and moved to the bedside cabinet. It looked like Yuffie was fast asleep, the touch of a minkish smirk on her face making Tifa wonder if her dreams were filled with materia- and on that note, Tifa made sure to grab hers out of the cabinet as she dressed for the morning workout. Not that she expected to run into any monsters in Costa del Sol, but she was used to fighting with it.

Finally, with her best glove on one arm and her bangle on the other, and her usual snug outfit slipped on, Tifa was ready to start. It was funny, though, that was the gentlest, quietest blow-dry she'd ever had. Guess even the shower pays for itself she added. Not bad, Cloud...

She couldn't help tossing a look over her shoulder as she left the bedroom, smiling softly at the stairs that led up to the guys' bunks. “Sleep easy, Cloud,” she whispered. And she meant it. He needed it the most, after everything they'd been through...and everything they were going to face next.

Now, she decided, down to business. Tifa's regimen was pretty set by now; a good warm-up stretch, a hard jog, and then the fun stuff, like maybe possibly five hundred situps. Resigned to the fact that her back was never going to forgive her, she came to the front door and took the knob, opening it...

...and then something wrenched her through it.

“Huh?!”

She gasped, and for that precious moment was left vulnerable to some unseen force taking hold of her. It felt like a huge wave of pressure came up on her from behind, but she also felt something pulling her forward, as though she were a piece of metal before a giant magnet. And just as that moment of confusion cleared and her feet left the ground, Tifa realized she'd seen nothing on the other side of that door when it opened...not the familiar warmth of the Costa del Sol morning, not the rush of the ocean, nothing but...

Red...red mist, all around me...

No...it can't be...!?

With that realization came a quiet tremor of fear inside her heart, but before she could even make anything more of it, Tifa felt the pressure disappear. Suddenly she was falling, dropping fast- but only a few feet, before her soles hit the ground and her legs braced by instinct. She still staggered a bit, though, but on that same instinct used it to bring her arms up, taking a stance as she threw her hair from her eyes with a flick of her head. The red mists were clearing, and the air felt cold...too cold. Heart pounding from the surprise, Tifa clenched her fists. If it was...if it was him, again-

“Sephiroth...” she growled. “Sephiroth! If you're here, show yourself!”

Her voice didn't carry as much authority as she would have liked, but she soon saw that it didn't matter. The mists cleared...and there was no danger. No smirking, silver-haired murderer to greet her, no monsters, no threats. Instead, she found...

Tifa blinked, once, twice. “What...?”

She was in a palace.

That was what it looked like, at least. A finely woven carpet lay at her feet, rolling up a huge chamber in a purple strip over pearl tiles that stretched to high walls, gleaming with thousands of red gems, which looked like rubies and garnets. There were pillars, and faceless statues, and trickling fountains, and lit candles, and all of them decorated with the same luscious red tint in some way, but the more Tifa took in, the less doubt she had. It was the front hall of a great palace, like the kind she'd heard of in fairy tales.

Something stopped her from being awestruck at its beauty, though. At the end of the carpet she stood on, just a few yards from where she stood, was an ornately carved door...but when she turned around, she saw nothing. There was only that one door. There were no windows, no hatches, no other openings of any kinds.

If she hadn't already been through so much, Tifa would never have had this suspicion, but there it was. If this wasn't an illusion, then it meant she'd been...spirited away. Teleported, or summoned, or called in some way, but she had definitely been transported right out of Costa del Sol.

It took her a moment to quell the countless concerns and urges welling inside her (if the others woke up to the same thing...!), but she did. Tifa told herself it was useless to panic, it was better to keep a cool head...just about everything she had said to herself during that long search inside Cloud's mind, as a matter of fact. Thinking of that time with him, what he would do in her situation- just him in generally- kept her calm. She resolved to channel her panic into fighting spirit instead, if it had to come to that. Somehow, she imagined it would...

When it became clear she was alone, Tifa straightened up, looking around her carefully. “...Hello?”

Even as a whisper, her voice carried far. The water dripping meekly in the fountains was the only other sound she heard. She craned her head up to look at the ceiling. Weird...she couldn't see one. If there was a roof to this place, the ceiling must have been pretty high up.

Then she heard it.

Welcome, Tifa Lockheart.

She stood still for a long moment, her stomach tying itself into knots. It was a woman's voice...and like the carpet before her, it was young, and soft, and silky. Tifa initially looked out of the corner of her eye at the voice, but saw nothing. Soon, though, she...felt something, a presence nearby. Trying to describe the sensation to herself made her mind reel, and she had to tense her calves to stay steady. She felt. That was it, really. It was something she knew by association rather than actual contact, something like...heat, and drowsiness, and breathlessness, and other sensations that left her without words. She had never heard this voice before, but it reached out to her, brushed at her senses, so she still felt as though she knew it...

She realized she was holding her breath. She let it out, slowly. “...Who are you?”

No shock to hear my voice? it asked her. You are a brave one...and I always have enjoyed breaking the bravest of you.

The little threat there didn't sneak by her. Frowning slightly, Tifa brought her fists just an inch up from her hips. “Who are you,” she repeated, “and what are you talking about? Where am I?”

You're in my castle, Tifa, the woman's voice cooed luxuriously. A wonderful castle, the festivities of which are just about to begin. And I have chosen you, my beloved, as the warrior who will brave them. Through my deepest, loveliest magic I have summoned you here, and only you, to undergo the trials I have so tenderly prepared for you. The tone of her voice gave Tifa the impression of a woman rolling back on soft cushions with unabashed comfort. A test of your...womanhood.

Tifa blinked at that word, and her fists suddenly loosened. “Womanhood?”

She heard a distant, rippling giggle. Yes, your womanhood. I've watched you for a long time, Tifa...so long it might scare you, and while I have confidence in your fighting ability, I'm curious about...other things.

It took that whole, sultry whisper to do it, but a hot blush finally arrived on Tifa's cheeks, and her eyes went wide. “You...you brought me to this weird place just to-”

Find out firsthand if you're a girl or a woman? She heard the giggle again. Yes, I did. Because I want you, Tifa Lockheart.

“You...” She wondered whether it was the shock, the embarrassment, or the indignation that got to her first. Whatever it was, though, had Tifa throw her hands to her side, glaring off into the ceiling above her. “You've got to be kidding me! You're not seriously...w-why?!”

Oh, come off it, the voice said, with a clearly audible sniff. Do you find it hard to believe, that a woman such as I may find you appealing? Have fantasies about you? Well, I have. I have for a long time, and now I have decided to act on them. Certainly you, of all women, cannot find it so strange when one acts on her desires. You are going to show me what kind of woman you really are, Tifa Lockheart.

“Who are you?” Tifa demanded, trying not to shiver in...in whatever, she couldn't believe this! “Am I dreaming this, or are you really this- I just can't- who are you?! Tell me who...”

She trailed off. Her head...felt strange. She touched her temple, eyes starting to flutter. “Wh...what?”

Shh...

Despite the rage she'd been about to fly into, Tifa suddenly couldn't help but acquiesce to that gentle whisper. She sank down to one knee, a low, breathy moan moving up her throat. She closed her eyes, vaguely aware of a fear inside her, an instinct warning her that something was terribly wrong. But right now, it...really didn't matter to her, did it? Tifa swayed, placing a hand on the carpet for support. As she moved out her arm, though, a cool pang spread through her stomach. Her body tried to warm itself with a flush of its own, and it left her feeling even stranger. She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, her mind swimming in darkness. Her hand rolled on the carpet a bit, taking a little fistful. Her toes curled inside her boots, and her smooth knees trembled. She really shouldn't have dressed so light, should she...

No...that wasn't a bad thing. It was a good thing. Her head eased to her side, her long brown locks spilling over her shoulders, bare save for those two, thin straps of her top and the black suspenders of her skirt, both clinging so snugly to her. Her whole shirt was snug, really, she was noticing now. Warm, though tight, and a bit small, and it left a lot of skin exposed. That was all right, though. Her lips twitched with a strange, disquieting smile. Yes, it was all right.

Besides...if she didn't like the tightness or something, she could take the suspenders off anytime she wanted. Even now. It would be easy. She could just cross her arms slowly over her chest, and make an “X” there, so that her hands fell on either shoulder. Then, she could hook a thumb under each suspender. She could pull, gently...let them slide down her toned arms, and come to rest at her sides, so that she was just kneeling there in her white top, stretched over her full, heaving breasts, and...and she didn't have to stop there, really. No one was there, right? No one was...

“No...”

Tifa came back into reality with a hoarse gasp, lungs suddenly begging for air. She blinked widely, feeling her body tense up with alarm. She looked down...and was left gaping, silently.

She'd taken off her suspenders.

Mmhmm, lovely, came the voice again, with that mocking sweetness. You don't have to pretend otherwise, Tifa...I can feel it stirring you. Do you know what that is? It's my song. I have sung it for years, to many different people, in many different worlds and times.

I am Siren Red, Tifa Lockheart, and tonight, I sing for you.

Blushing furiously, cursing mentally, Tifa came to her feet, adjusting her suspenders and swearing she was going to break something. “I don't know what kind of sick game you're running,” she said, “but I'm not interested, and the others need me! If you don't want me to break everything in your castle, you'd better send me back!”

Hee. Siren Red's voice segued into another giggle. So considerate, even of those who comb your body with gazes almost as lustful as mine. I definitely did not make a mistake, selecting you over your dear, peacefully dreaming friend...but if you insist, I could put you back where I found you and bring her instead.

Tifa froze. “What...?”

I wonder...might she succumb more easily? She is younger than you, so fragile, so inexperienced...

She shut her eyes, biting back a swear. “Yuffie...!”

Don't worry, Tifa. You can finish your journey without her, and of course, she wouldn't miss her home so badly... Siren Red dropped her voice to a whisper. For once in my bed, no one does.

Tifa stopped her, or hoped she did, with an upraised fist. “You...don't touch her,” she said, shakily. “If it's me you want...then, fine, you've got me. Just don't touch her. Leave Yuffie alone.”

That's better.

“And you're going to get a lot more than you can handle,” Tifa vowed, seething.

Mmm, promises, promises... The candles of the front hall flared in unison. You've made me so happy, Tifa. Well then. Let me explain the rules.

The sensation Tifa was feeling seemed to direct her attention forward. Reluctantly, she did, all the while trembling in disbelief...and what Siren Red told her only caused her to flush even more.

My palace has a different take on certain silly things like time and space than your world is accustomed to. That door before you is the first of a potentially very long series to the final one...my own. You will pass through many rooms, many places, and in each of them, meet another of my bondmaids. I assure you, they are just as...eager...to meet the legendary Tifa Lockheart as I am. Unlike me, though, they cannot restrain themselves at a glance. And you are such a tempting sight. “Combat” with them may not be as straightforward as you're used to. In fact, I would count on it. Be prepared, Tifa. If you aren't careful, you may fall well before you reach my chambers. If you should reach your breaking point, however, don't worry...all you have to do is surrender to me.

Tifa tried to busy herself by looking over her materia, flexing her muscles, doing anything to convince herself she wasn't helpless and that this woman would regret messing with her. Still, the flush on her cheeks would not fade. “What do you mean by 'bondmaids'?” she asked.

Just that. They are my bondmaids. My disciples. My slaves. They have already fallen to my spell, danced to my song...and, for the most part, shared my bed. And the only way you can make them stop hearing the song is by singing your own...

“You sick...”

Actually, I've kept myself in excellent shape, Tifa. And I'm wearing something really sexy. I can't wait to show you.

Tifa threw up her hands. “I don't believe this! This is way too weird! How do I know this isn't another of Sephiroth's tricks?” She paused at a stray thought, then frowned even more deeply. “How do I know you're not Sephiroth?”

Because you don't have six feet of steel sticking out of your sternum by now.

It was a cold, horrible thing to say. She knew that was exactly why Siren Red had said it. Knowing that didn't stop Tifa from going dead silent, hanging her head, and having to close her eyes to fight the tears back.

Oh...I'm sorry, Tifa. Me and my big mouth. Do you need a hug?

“You...” Tifa rasped, turning her head up with a frosty glare. “You just made it personal.”

Mm, much better. It would disappoint me to see you cry so easily, and I want the pleasure of drying your tears myself. So. Shall we begin, my beloved Tifa? My slaves against your womanhood. Your prize is freedom, and my prize...is you.

Drawing in a deep breath, Tifa strode forward. “Don't count on it,” she said, feeling the strength of determination for the first time since she'd found herself here. “I'm going to take you down, Siren Red, and your slaves are going free. And for what you've done, for what you've said...I'm going to make sure you do all the crying tonight.”

She expected a taunt, but as she came to the door, Tifa heard nothing more than a last whisper of farewell:

I'll be waiting.

Tifa felt the presence of Siren Red move on, and sighed, shaking. “Cloud...everyone,” she said softly, “wait for me. I'll be home soon.”

With that last, desperate hope, Tifa turned the knob on the door, and stepped through.

For better or worse, her test had begun.


Chapter 2: The Carnal Pool

Siren Red watched with great interest as the lovely young fighter opened the first door. With a simple turn of the knob, Tifa had been ensnared in the malicious queen’s trap from here onward. Wasting no time, the sexy seductress used her telepathy to order her first warrior to engage Tifa at her location.

‘Ah, yes, she should serve as a good warm-up for our newest guest.’ Siren thought. ‘Although she isn’t completely under my control, I’ll be able to kill two birds with one stone when I have them fight each other under that room.’ With that last thought, the red haired temptress grinned with anticipation and lust, softly brushing a free hand around her constrained breast.

Wasting no more time, Tifa entered the next room, with a heightened desire to overcome her latest ordeal as quickly as possible. She tried to block out her captor’s foreboding words, along with the newfound emotions she had grown just a few minutes ago. She wasn’t going to give in to some perverted bitch or her legion of puppets. She was ready to prove that she wasn’t some helpless girl who could be taken advantage of.

Before she could fully examine the next room, the large doors behind her shut, causing the surprised fighter to turn around. A brief locking noise echoed around the room while she adjusted her eyes to the sudden darkness. ‘This is it,’ she thought calmly. ‘No turning back until I beat her.’

When she turned around again, Tifa was surprised to see that she wasn’t alone; another person was standing tall in the center of the room. While it was still too dark, some light began to pour through the stained glass windows to illuminate the other occupant. Tifa could see it was a woman, based on her various curves. But the way those curves stood out brought forth some surprise from the brunette beauty. ‘Is she…naked!?’ Tifa thought.

As she stepped closer, taking in more light to adjust her eyes, it turned out the other woman wasn’t nude, but was instead wearing a very tight outfit. The woman was a few years older than Tifa, evidenced by her fuller hips and face, and her outfit consisted of a tight red bodysuit. ‘Tight’ was an understatement, however, as all her lady parts were so immodestly exposed, she could very well be wearing body paint. Her tight, athletic stomach was fully visible, navel and all, and her breasts stood fully round and heaving, with a pair of erect nipples almost bursting through the thin fabric. Tifa couldn’t help but stare even further; those breasts were enormous! While she wasn’t oblivious to her own generous endowment, the woman standing before Tifa stood with proportions that were nearly impossible to carry, considering how thin the rest of her body was.

And yet, the astonished brunette couldn’t take her eyes off her opponent’s melons. Even though the woman was standing completely still, her breasts swayed slightly with just the smallest intake of breathing. Tifa’s face began to grow hotter as she continued to stare at the cherry red nipples, standing proudly with an almost inviting allure. Quickly, Tifa forced her eyes away from the tempting tits, and to her opponent’s face.

The woman stared at Tifa with focused eyes, purple streaks painted around her eyelashes. Her hair was black and tied into a ponytail. Although she wasn’t intimidated by her opponent’s stare, Tifa was still sweating uncomfortably. Focusing on the woman’s face hadn’t helped to control the building lust within her; by having a complete picture of her body, Tifa only felt further turned on.

‘I don’t get it!’ Tifa thought to herself. ‘I’ve seen plenty of voluptuous women like her before. I always thought they were pretty, but I’ve never been attracted to them! Is that Siren’s Song really that powerful?’

Then it occurred to her; could the Song work both ways? Could the other woman in the room be suffering the same effects? The young martial artist looked at her opponent, scanning her face for any signs of discomfort, but could find none. Either she had great self control, or the spell only affected Tifa. And the spell was becoming stronger by the second, as the horny fighter had a growing desire to taste the other woman’s ruby red lips with her own.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the spandex-clad woman began to walk toward Tifa, her incredibly large breasts bouncing up and down hypnotically. As the busty mystery girl moved closer and closer, Tifa could feel a tightness growing around her own chest, her nipples becoming sore. She could feel a dripping wetness trailing down her bare legs; in response, Tifa tried to cross her legs together, cursing herself for wearing a miniskirt.

Distracted by her current discomfort, the young fighter failed to notice that her black haired opponent was now standing eye to eye with her, her milky white face just inches away from her own. Tifa could feel her face growing red, while her opponent still carried the same unchanging expression. Slowly, the black haired woman moved her face forward, as if to tempt Tifa with those sparkling lips. The struggling brunette tried to shut her eyes and turn her face away, but the allure of the Song was too much for her; instead, she found her own face moving closer. As the two women were but a kiss apart from each other, the tips of their nipples lightly brushing together, the alluring silence was broken.

“You have to fight me.” Spoke the spandex-clad woman. Tifa pulled her lips back, staring at the woman with confusion. “It’s the only way to resist the spell.” She continued, whispering softly but strongly.

“Who are you?” Tifa asked.

“I am Taki, a ninja of the Fu-Ma clan.” The woman spoke. “I was brought to this place just like you, and have fought the other women enslaved by that witch. My honor has been shamed many times since I’ve come here, and I’ve learned the only way to resist is to fight. You must fight me with all your might or we will eventually succumb to that insidious Song. Do you understand?”

Tifa nodded silently, in full accordance with Taki’s strategy. If they both fought to the fullest of their abilities, they would be too tired to give in to their burning desires.

“Then fight me, quickly.” Taki whispered again. “Your beauty is intoxicating, and I must rid myself of these thoughts before I dishonor my clan again! Prepare!”

Immediately, both women stepped a few feet back, ready to battle. Tifa shifted into her basic fighting stance, her fists clenched and her feet properly aligned, while Taki assumed a ninja stance, bringing out two small swords in each hand. The two women looked at each other, no longer with lust, but with determination. The only thought plaguing the two beauties was the thrill of battle. After a few moments, both women charged toward each other, ready to fight.

“How boring.” mused Siren Red, who viewed the events from her secluded chambers. “I knew Taki would suggest this barbaric strategy to resist my wondrous Song. It’s a good thing I chose that they fight in that room. Now the real fun begins.” With a simple motion of her hand, Siren Red executed her plan to bring both women under her control.

Both women stopped dead in their tracks as the entire room began to shake furiously. Tifa wondered if the castle was about to collapse, and looked frantically around. It only took a few seconds to realize that the tremors were coming from beneath them. Looking down, the two black haired women gasped as the stone floor began to open up! Wasting no time, Taki and Tifa tried to dash toward the closest door, as the floors beneath them began to vanish completely. But then the floorboards surrounding the door gave way, making escape impossible. As a last ditch effort, both girls pressed themselves to the furthest corners of the room, looking downward at their inevitable fate. Tifa peered downward, noticing that something awaited them once they fell. She gasped in shock.

There was a pool of some sort, wide enough to take up the whole castle floor, around two stories below them. While it appeared that the pool would be large enough to cushion her fall, the liquid wasn’t typical water. It was thick and green-colored, with large bubbles oozing around. It was almost like a slime pit, and it seemed alive. Tifa began to panic again, wondering if it was some sort of living creature waiting to devour them both.

Soon the remaining floor disappeared, and the lovely fighter and ninja fell to their newest fate, screaming as they braced for a potentially fatal impact. Both girls crashed into the auspicious liquid, resulting in a huge splash.

For a moment, there was silence. Both women remained fully submerged in the green slime, with no signs of emerging. The only movements were the gluttonous oozing and popping of the bubbles surrounding the slime pool. Then, as if on cue, the entire pit began to stir, the bubbles increasing in volume. With a sudden splash, both Tifa and Taki burst through the slimy pool, gasping loudly as they filled their lungs with air. Those gasps for life soon turned into loud, sensual moans.

Tifa arched her back as she stood covered completely in slime, from head to toe. The slime was waist deep, covering everything from below her belly, while the rest of her was almost obscured by the green ooze. Tifa shut her eyes tightly as she continued squirming and moaning uncontrollably. At first she thought she was in pain from the fall, but she soon realized what this sensation was. Lust; uncontrollable, passionate lust that was driving her insane. As the black haired beauty struggled with this newest torment, she weakly opened a single eye to check on Taki.

The busty ninja was lying on all fours, sinking deeper into the green slime than Tifa. Her round, tightly constrained butt was bobbing up and down, as the kunoichi tossed her hair around wildly, exhibiting the same indescribable passion that Tifa was.

‘It has to be this slime!’ Tifa thought, her concentration wavering quickly. ‘It’s like a pheromone or something, and it’s taking over my whole body! I have to get away!’ But it was no use, as the slime was too thick for her to maneuver fast enough. And her body felt like it weighed a ton, especially her chest. Her breasts were burning from the sticky liquid that coated her tank top, and her nipples grew sore from the stinging fabric. The pain, as pleasurable as it felt, was too much for her. As much as she struggled to resist Siren Red’s hypnotic music, the slime that coated her body felt ten times more potent. The ooze enveloping her lower half rubbed and squirmed against her legs, making her pussy burn. She needed relief, and fast.

Tifa moved her slimy hands into her sticky top, rubbing her sensitive breasts furiously. The pleasure from this was outstanding, but it wasn’t enough. Clenching the white fabric tightly around her fingers, Tifa screamed in passion as she deftly tore her white tank top to shreds, freeing her gorgeous tits from their confined prison. The sticky, round globes bounced in appreciation, growing more sensitive from the combination of the cold air and the dripping slime.

“Delicious.” Siren Red grinned, as she focused on Tifa’s exposed body. “Even more scrumptious than I imagined.” The sultry mistress grinned maliciously as she crossed her legs, studying her captive’s nude, slimy body with great intensity. Unlike Taki, Tifa’s body was not weighed down by her large, full breasts. They were indeed incredible in their size and roundness, but her fit stomach and torso were proportionate enough to carry the heavy endowment with little effort. The young girl’s lustful expression drove Siren Red to new heights of excitement, as she grew amused by Tifa’s blushing cheeks and frightened eyes. She was like a young woman who had just begun to experience the pleasures of sex and ecstasy.

“Enjoy the pleasure you are about to receive…” Siren Red spoke. “But this will just be the beginning of your sexual awakening. If you can withstand the power of my carnal pool, you will be that much closer to becoming my slave.”

Even though she was now topless, Tifa’s chest still burned with desire. The slime that coated her sent thousands of volts across her body, causing her to buck and squirm underneath the moving slush, as if she was grinding herself in an attempt to orgasm.
She felt like she could cum easily just from the friction, but no matter how wonderful she felt, it wasn’t enough. What her body yearned for was the touch of another warm being. Anyone would do. That’s when she remembered…

She looked across the pool at Taki, who was still on all fours, moaning loudly as her face hovered above the slime pit. The kunoichi stared back at Tifa, the look on her eyes signaling what both women desired, above anything else. Deftly, Taki lifted her heavy body upwards, away from the slime. Her enormous breasts were even more coated than Tifa’s, and her skin-tight spandex was now completely see-through, her blood-red nipples almost tearing out of the flimsy fabric. Struggling with every motion, Taki brought her hands close to her face, and extended her fingers. She then put her fingers together, making what Tifa recognized as a ninja hand-sign. Suddenly a small puff of smoke surrounded the chanting ninja, and once the smoke cleared, Tifa was amazed to see that Taki now stood completely nude. Her bodysuit had vanished completely, and all that remained was a gorgeous, glistening body that begged for Tifa’s attention.

The young fighter couldn’t resist anymore. Saliva dripped from the side of her mouth, and her body grew hotter and hotter. She felt like she would go insane if she couldn’t experience the touch of another person, even if it was another woman. She sloshed toward Taki, each step becoming harder and harder as the slime cemented her legs. Her breathing grew more erratic as she drew closer and closer to the naked kunoichi.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t take it anymore!” Tifa muttered in-between heavy breaths. She was but inches away from contact.

“Forsake everything, for this is our fate!” Taki responded, her breathing also growing erratic. “My honor is meaningless now! Take me, please! Make love to me!!”

Both women let out a lustful cry as they nearly collided into each other, wrapping their slimy arms around their slender waists. Tifa and Taki screamed into each other’s mouths, kissing and tasting one another’s lips with incredible passion, their big tits pounding together. The immediate contact of their slippery bodies was blissfully dangerous. Tifa felt like she was going to melt away; her body shuddered in pleasure with every ministration from her kunoichi lover. Her tongue danced wildly in Tifa’s mouth, while her fingernails lightly brushed against her chocolate-brown hair. Particularly pleasurable was the grinding of their breasts, as Taki’s huge melons jiggled into her own hefty pair, their erect nipples bonding together from the slime.

But nothing could describe the sensation coursing through Tifa’s lower half, as her pussy benefited from the double treatment of Taki’s hairy midriff grinding into her own, and the thick pulsating ooze that humped into both of them.

It was barely a minute since both victimized girls gave into their newfound lesbian desires, yet it was enough time to give them both the greatest amount of sexual joy they had ever experienced. The two busty beauties disengaged from their kissing to bellow out an unrestrained scream, as they both experienced their first climax since they fell into the pit. In response, the bubbles oozing around them began to increase in speed and noise, echoing the room in tune with their orgasmic screams. But even as the orgasm faded, Tifa’s lust did not; in fact, her sexual desires only increased, causing small tears to escape the horny fighter. Her stamina did not deplete, as she felt more than eager to experience even more pleasure from the kunoichi. With a lusting howl, Tifa hugged Taki’s naked back even tighter, resting her face into the ninja’s shoulder, as she hungrily licked Taki’s neck like a pussycat, while her hands dipped into the thick slime and began to grasp the ninja’s shapely ass. She was almost ashamed at her behavior, but she was far too horny to care.

The kunoichi returned Tifa’s continuing lust with a wild moan of her own, as she quickly but gently pushed the martial artist away from her neck, and brought her face to face. Before Tifa could protest, Taki lowered her face and began to deftly lick the brunette’s slimy right nipple. Tifa shuddered at the cold lips pressing into her sore mammary gland, causing her other breast to bounce wildly. But no matter how wildly she jerked, Taki’s mouth never left its sensitive target.

The kunochi’s frantic liking of her slimy boob sent Tifa into yet another level of pleasure, to the point that the euphoric brunette could no longer keep her balance. Slowly, Tifa fell backwards into the oozing slime, almost completely submerging her body into the gooey, pleasurable substance. Taki’s mouth was separated from her tasty treat, causing the kunoichi to look down at her fainting lover, who would’ve sunk completely into the slime, but it seems the pit was shallow enough to keep her face afloat, as well as parts of her torso. Her beautiful tits bobbed lovingly above the green goop, begging for further treatment. Taki obliged with a lustful grin, and sank into the green abyss with Tifa, resting her equally huge boobs atop Tifa’s. Both girls squealed lovingly as their glistening globes pressed together, and Taki responded by grinding her body up and down, causing the entwined tits to rub against each other. Tifa responded with louder moans, blissful tears streaming down her face and mixing with the slime that cushioned her back, extending to her long black hair, her arms, and even her ears. The two girls didn’t even have their pussies together, nor was it necessary; the grinding of their soaked boobs and the stirring of the green muck between their thighs was enough to bring them into another mind-blowing orgasm. But before she would wait for her recent orgasm to subside, Tifa wrapped her sticky arms around the sexy ninja’s bare back, bringing both girls into another deep, tongue-lashing kiss.

The two gorgeous, gooey women pressed their bodies together as tightly as possible, as if they were trying to meld into one person. Their arms hugged lovingly, their hips grinded mercilessly, their breasts suffocated tightly, and their tongues muffled their blissful screams. They had forgotten all events prior to their lovemaking, and didn’t care about what lied ahead. Tifa was truly lost in her pleasure, content at staying this way forever in this pit of euphoria. The slime had almost coated both girls completely, swallowing their lower halves and moving its way up past their mashed breasts. The more their bodies became immersed, the more orgasms they felt, so they only welcomed the hungry ooze to overtake their bodies.

That’s when Tifa’s first reasonable thought broke through, almost bringing her back to reality. Her eyes opened in the realization that this was just a trap by Siren Red to enslave her sexually. She knew that as incredible as this experience was, it would only end in disaster if she stayed any longer. She looked across the pit and noticed that the green goop stopped near an edge, with a stone floor extending past it. That was her destination. Using her remaining stamina, Tifa focused her energy into her right hand, while keeping her left hand wrapped around Taki’s back. It was difficult to concentrate, due to the continuing pleasure from the slime covering her body, along with Taki’s non-stop grinding of their thighs, but the brunette martial artist was able to concentrate just enough to gather the necessary energy in her fist. As her right hand glowed with the power of her Final Heaven, Tifa lowered her right hand into the green slime. With a final push, she unleashed all her power, causing a huge splash that reverberated throughout the pit, and propelling both Taki and herself into the air with a violent force. Shifting her weight in midair, the two entwined beauties were able to land on the stone floor, just past the pleasurable pit that nearly consumed them both.

Tifa rested her back on the stone floor, breathing heavily from exhaustion. Her body was nude and sticky from the green aphrodisiac and perspiration. It took a good fifteen minutes before she could move at all; after that time, the panting brunette sat up and slowly tried to brush off the drops of ooze covering her hair, face, and breasts. As she continued cleaning herself, she looked behind her at Taki’s unconscious form. She breathed peacefully, clearly as tired as Tifa was, but she still managed to look incredibly sexy as her enormous tits rose and fell with each breath.

Then, a recent urge overtook Tifa’s body once again. She gritted her teeth as her body burned once again with lust. Although the feeling wasn’t as fatally intense as it was in the slime pit, Tifa still couldn’t stand the horny thoughts that tortured her. She dared not turn around to face Taki again, as she was ashamed enough for using the ninja girl as a tool for her disgusting desires. Instead, Tifa cupped her heavy breasts with one hand, while stroking her still-dripping pussy with the other. She moaned intently as she continued working both her hands, the heat building up inside her. But no matter how fast or tenderly she manipulated her body, she couldn’t reach orgasm. There was always a limit on the pleasure she received, and she desired to break down the proverbial wall that kept her from cumming.

Before she could question this any further, a familiar pair of long-nailed hands wrapped themselves around Tifa’s slimy bust, elapsing a surprised squeal from the young fighter. She turned her head to the right, staring at Taki’s slime-covered face, her eyes as serious as they were when they first met.

“You cannot relieve yourself with your own hands.” The groping kunoichi spoke softly. “That is part of that witch’s spell. No matter how much you try, it is impossible to reach an orgasm unless it is by the contact of another.”

Tifa’s eyes widened by this information. At last, she understood how Siren Red managed to enslave women as powerful as Taki. Even she was aware how torturous the inability to relieve herself could be, never mind the increase of her sexual appetite due to the Song.

“As a reward for saving me, I will help you to put out that fire, until you feel ready to move on.” Taki continued, a hint of lust dripping in her voice. “And also, my body needs your assistance as well.”

“This is…too cruel.” Tifa softly whispered. “What this woman is doing is horrible.”

“Shh…” Taki responded, slowly moving her face toward Tifa’s. “Do not resist, it will only make things worse. Take care of your needs now, and you may be strong enough to overthrow her afterward.” With that, the two black haired women moaned into each other’s mouths, taking in the nectar of their lapping tongues.

An hour had come and gone, and the room did not grow any less silent from the combined screams of sex and pleasure that surrounded it. Tifa and Taki faced one another, arching their bare backs in pure bliss as they worked on their entwined legs, grinding their sore pussies together, which still gushed with ecstasy despite the repeated orgasms from prior. The green ooze that nearly enslaved them continued to bob and stir with each scream and moan, as if it desired to molest the two beauties once again.

Tifa pushed even harder, her sweaty breasts jutting in the air as another orgasm electrocuted her body. As the last bits of her orgasms subsided, Tifa passed out into the floor, gasping once again for air. After a couple of minutes, both girls stood up, facing one another. Tifa eyed the sexy kunoichi, continuously amazed at her incredible figure, but she noticed that she didn’t feel the same uncontrollable lust from before.

“I think it wore off.” Tifa spoke with an air of caution.

“Yes.” Taki responded. “It seems that woman has relinquished that dreadful Song for now.”

“But why?”

“Perhaps she has more challenges for you up ahead.” Tifa lowered her head slightly, unsure that she was ready for what lied ahead. Taki nearly brought her to an orgasmic defeat, and she was on her side to begin with. How could she possibly withstand another opponent who is fully under Siren Red’s control? And how long would she be able to maintain her free will?

But right now, the young fighter was met with a greater concern; her clothes had been completely lost during her encounter in the slime pit. The voluptuous beauty stood completely nude with no garments of any kind, not even her gloves or her materia.

“Do not worry.” Taki spoke, as if she was reading Tifa’s mind. “You may use my clothing to proceed forward.” The kunoichi pointed downward near Tifa’s feet. Looking downward, she spotted Taki’s skintight outfit, neatly folded on the stone floor, slightly covered with the green ooze.

“But why?” Tifa asked.

“I can tell you possess great skill and power.” The busty ninja responded. “And you are still pure in your carnal desires. You may be strong enough to reach the top and defeat that witch.”

Tifa nodded, and took up Taki’s generous offer. She slowly put on the red spandex, one foot at a time. The cloth bonded tightly to her thighs, almost uncomfortably at first, but the fabric was very smooth. She then covered her arms, and her stomach, then pulled the outfit up to her breasts. Her chest grew very tight, as the jumpsuit cling unto her tits as if it was groping her. Her face grew red, either from lack of air or a sudden jolt of pleasure, but soon turned normal again as the fabric bonded perfectly with her skin.

Taki was almost speechless, staring at her ally’s new attire. The spandex complemented Tifa’s body perfectly, like body paint. Her hips, legs, and breasts were fully visible; although Taki’s breasts were a bit rounder and sagged slightly more, Tifa’s pair stood proudly supported by her slightly more defined muscle tone. And her cute dolphin-styled hair draped lovingly on her back, almost covering up her tight backside. The kunoichi blushed with envy…and perhaps more.

As Tifa finished fastening her boots to her feet, she noticed the intense staring from Taki’s eyes. She blushed at the ninja’s loving gaze, and almost felt the urge to return that affection.

“Go quickly.” Taki suddenly spouted. “You must not waste anymore time here. Go!”

Tifa nodded, and ran towards the cave by the edge of the room without looking back. If she resumed her lovemaking with Taki, then she would never be strong enough to face what lied ahead. She ran into the darkness and up the stone steps, embarrassed by her endlessly bouncing breasts, no longer restrained by her white top.

“What a magnificent show.” Siren Red mused. “Don’t you agree, Yuna?” The evil mistress sat at the edge of her bed, while her newest slave sat between her empress’ legs, staring at the crystal ball that watched Tifa’s every step. The nude Summoner watched with lifeless eyes, as if her mind was somewhere else, or nowhere at all.

“Oh? It seems we have an unexpected visitor entering my humble home.” Siren Red spoke, with no hint of concern in her voice. Focusing on the crystal to her right, an image of a beautiful courtyard appeared red roses and nude statues adorning the outdoor area. Upon closer inspection, a lone figure could be seen running to the nearest entrance. It was a young blonde girl, probably in her late teens, dressed in a rather flamboyant outfit that resembled a yellow bikini.

The life returned to Yuna’s eyes as she gasped at the familiar girl. “Rikku…” she softly spoke.

“Ah…” Siren Red chuckled. “That adorable cousin of yours. How nice of her to join in. This show is going to prove much more entertaining with her involved.” With another chuckle, Siren Red began to fondle the shaking Summoner’s erect nipples, excited at the events that will soon occur.