Tifa&#x27;s Consolation

by SmilingSatyr

story tags: busty, interracial, fanfic, ff7, ff7r, hurt%2Fcomfort,
hurt, comfort, final_fantasy, straight

https://www.literotica.com/s/tifas-consolation


https://www.literotica.com/s/tifas-consolation

FF7R. Tifa finds comfort in the unlikely arm of another

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"FUCK!" came muffled through the next apartment, followed by a thud
that shook the entire wall. It was followed by another thud, and
another and another in a steady rhythm to accompany the sound of
Jessie's wanton moans.

Tifa wasn't weak, and she wasn't stupid. There she sat in bed hugging
her knees to her chest after a long day serving drunks and making sure
her cell of Avalanche was taken care of, listening to her childhood
friend fuck Jessie's brains out against the wall.

"Cloud..." Tifa sighed, squeezing her legs until it hurt. At least
physical pain went away when she let go. How could she let go, hearing
the thump thump thump of their sex? Jessie wasn't a quiet lover, and
every loud, drunk moan was more salt in the wound. "Seriously Jessie?
You couldn't wait one day?" Tifa bit her lip.

If anything, the martial artist was envious of the woman. Not for
getting Cloud. Tifa long ago resigned herself to the fact that they
were just friends. For a while, they were the only friend the other
had. Tifa had some kids she'd play with but they were casual and she
never really fit in. Cloud...Cloud was always alone, no matter how
close she got. Tifa could do a lot to support those around her, but she
couldn't make Cloud feel any less lost or alone.

Jessie apparently could. More than that, she had the will to do it.
That was the part that hurt the worst, Tifa thought. After knowing him
for all of one evening, Jessie was more than comfortable coming to his
apartment and taking what she wanted, and Cloud was apparently game.

The thumping stopped. Tifa looked over at the wall. Right as she let
herself breathe a sigh of relief, Jessie's moan came back in a high
pitched keening wail and the wall shook harder and faster than before.
Nonstop it went as Tifa's childhood friend and unrequited love fucked
her friend like a cheap whore.

"Nope." Tifa was out the door before she realized she was moving.

The night air didn't help. This time of year, Midgar was hot and muggy
and full of people milling around at all hours, more obnoxious and
dangerous as the night went on. "Hey baby!" A man sitting on a railing
called out. "How'd you like to make some gil? Maybe you could afford
some clothes!"

Beside him, two men laughed. One elbowed him in the side. "Don't say
that Phil. I think she looks fine the way she is." The dumb thug
puckered his lips and kissed the air. His friends erupted with
laughter.

Tifa just stopped in front of them and smiled sweetly. "Would you say
you're falling for me?" she asked Phil, leaning forward.

His eyes went right down to the depths of her cleavage. Men's eyes
always did. Seeing an opportunity, the mockery left Phil's voice in a
hurry. "I, uh...Yeah, you could say that, baby." He ran a hand over a
patchy, uneven goatee. "How much?"

"Oh honey..." Tifa sighed before shoving him off the rail. "You
couldn't afford me."

It wasn't a large drop. Just eight feet or so, but he landed hard. A
weak, breathless moan creaked its way out of his mouth. His friends
slipped off the rail instantly, either angry or unwilling to take their
own tumble. Tifa raised up, smiling.

"What the fuck!" The third man gaped. "What'd you do that for, you
crazy bitch!?" Furious, he whirled on Tiffa, drawing a fist back.

He didn't get a chance to do more than that. Fast as lightning, Tifa
stepped in close and threw her elbow into his stomach. He doubled over
with a gasp. She slammed her knee up into his nose and whirled around,
bringing her heel to the side of his head. He went sprawling and didn't
get up.

Tifa turned to the remaining man, fists raised and smiling. "How about
you?" she asked.

The man held his hands up. "Naw, I'm good."

"Aaaaand?"

"And..." Realization struck him. "And I'm sorry! We're sorry."

Tifa relaxed. "Good. Don't harass girls late at night." She left him
behind, feeling a bit better. At least for a few more seconds. The weak
didn't last long in the Midgar slums, and there were few things that
made Tifa feel strong like knocking some sense into street scum.
Anything she could do to make her community a little bit safer.

People gave her a healthy distance after that. The stragglers out in
the middle of the night parted for her. Some muttered, but one girl
cheered Tifa on as she passed. A closer look and Tifa noticed it was
one of Jessie's roommates, and her mood soured instantly. She pressed
on, not caring where she went so long as she stayed on the move.

Inevitably, her aimless walk brought her back to her real home once
more. Seventh Heaven was one of the only buildings on the street that
looked halfway decent, a fact Tifa took a lot of pride in. It may have
been a place for people down on their luck to get hammered for a night
and forget about their problems, but that just made it essential in a
place like this. Anything to help alleviate the pain of living.

"I guess I could use some of that too," she said to herself. And why
not? It was hot, muggy, late, and the man she was...Well, a pick me up
wasn't out of order. Tifa jumped straight up, grabbing the lip of the
second story and pulling herself up. The good thing about turning her
body into a powerful weapon is that she didn't need the keys.

She rolled over the railing of the second story balcony and came up on
her feet, feeling the familiar flutter of joy at what she could do.
Tifa was a strong, crafty woman and she didn't need a spikey haired
blonde close to make her feel better. She could do that on her own, the
way she'd been doing since she arrived in Midgar with only the clothes
on her back and determination.

Tifa entered the code on the keypad, an abbreviation of the song she
was forced to practice on the piano, and was inside. Almost
immediately, she felt better. The bar wasn't much, but it was hers. She
headed downstairs, ignoring the storage rooms they put upstairs to keep
the basement free for Avalanche's use.

Around the next corner, she ran headfirst into something big and solid.
Someone. She wasn't alone.

Instinct took over. Tifa thrust her palm out in the center of the
chest, knocking the figure back into the dim light of the bar, stepping
after and dropping, reading to sweep him to the ground.

"Tifa!" A loud, gruff voice called out mid-swing. "Whoa, stoppit, it's
just me!" Barrett growled, backing up and holding up his hands. Or his
hand and the simple metal prosthetic he wore when he wasn't gunning
down Shinra flunkies.

It was too late to stop, so she let the momentum carry her back up to
her feet, stopping with her fists in front of her, guarded. Tifa let
her fists drop back to her sides when she saw that it was, in fact, her
overbearing friend and leader. "Barrett? What are you doing here?"

"I was jus' gettin' a drink!" His voice softened. "I never sleep right
after a mission. You?" Without his gun-arm and sunglasses, Barrett was
nowhere near intimidating. He was still six five and made of muscles,
but Tifa didn't find him scary. Like this he seemed like an ordinary
man, the kind she could easily believe was a tender and loving single
father.

"Same," Tifa said, offering a crooked smile. "There's too much noise in
my head." She gestured to the bar. Barrett sat down on a stool while
the bartender took her place. She grabbed a fresh tumbler, filling it
and topping off Barrett's drink.

"Some'a that noise wouldn't happen to be Jessie, would it?" Barrett
rumbled. At Tifa's stricken expression he let out a deep belly laugh.

"How'd you know?" Tifa groaned, throwing back her whiskey. She wanted
to hide behind her hair, but that would've just made Barrett laugh even
harder.

"I got eyes, don't I?" Barrett scoffed. "She was eyefucking that skinny
bitch all evenin', and she ain't quiet. The hell you girls see in him?
I've seen icicles with more warmth." He tossed his own back. Tifa
dutifully poured them both another round.

"He's...He wasn't always this way," said Tifa. Her face burned and she
added, "he's always been quiet, but not this cold. I imagine Shinra did
that to him. It also gave him the skills and strength to help bring
them down."

Barrett nodded, staring down into his drink. "As long as we keep payin'
him. He doesn't give a shit about the planet, or even Shinra. What
guarantee we got he won't turn on us when that price on our heads gets
too high?"

It was a good question, and one Tifa couldn't shake. Seeing him again
after so many years brought back so many buried, half remembered
feelings, but those distant, mako infused eyes were like a splash of
cold water on her. There was still something of the scared, sensitive
boy in him. There had to be, for him to come all this way with just a
couple of letters. But did Tifa really know Cloud anymore?

Tifa leaned against the bar, resting her cheek on her fist. Putting on
a smile she didn't feel, Tifa shrugged. "Me," she said. She raised up
her drink and gave him a mock toast. "Whatever Shinra did to him, I
believe he's still the person I knew. I won't give up on him, and he
won't turn on me. He's not like that." Down went the whiskey.

Barrett let out a low chuckle. "Other than fucking Jessie, you mean."

He didn't get an answer. Tifa's throat closed up. She tried to swallow
the lump down, but it was there to stay, making her eyes burn more by
the second. No, she wasn't going to react, she wasn't going to react,
she --

"Aw, shit," Barrett said, wincing. "I didn't mean nothing by that. It's
--"

"Fine," said Tifa, taking a deep breath and forcing a smile on her
face. "It's fine. We're just friends. He can have fun with whoever he
wants."

Barrett reached out for her hand cautiously, pausing to make sure it
was okay before he enclosed her small hand with his massive paw. It was
a bit sweaty and rough, but it was warm. It practically radiated heat.
He squeezed Tifa's hand. "I'm sorry, Teef. I know how it can be. Bein'
lonely, and..." His breath caught in his throat. Barrett cleared it and
once more was made of steel. "It's tough."

"I'll get over it," Tifa said. "I'm a tough girl. Besides, I'm way too
busy taking care of all of you to worry about dating." The words came
automatically. Barrett wouldn't let her go on missions, but she could
support them by holding down the fort, keeping her eyes and ears open,
and just...Being there. Tifa put her other hand on Barrett's and
squeezed it, grateful for the warmth, but he didn't remove it.

Instead, Barrett looked right into her, face twisting in concentration.
It was almost like a frown, but Tifa got the impression it wasn't
directed at her. Their eyes met, and Tifa froze, breath caught in her
throat. His eyes weren't blue or glowing from Mako, but they were
bright and big. A warm, welcoming shade of honey brown in his intense,
appraising gaze. How had she never noticed before? Right, the
sunglasses, and...Tifa let out her breath, heat flooding her cheeks.

"It's not 'bout survivin'," Barrett finally said, voice dropping to
what passed for a whisper from him. A low, soothing growl. "It's about
livin'. You get too used to survivin' and you end up not being able to
enjoy a damned thing. You get to where you're afraid of anything good
coming your way, an' you don't trust it. You don't wanna end up like
that, Teef. You deserve better than that." And then he released her
hand, looking down.

Tifa's heart was in her throat, and her head was spinning. Probably the
alcohol. She was tired, drank regularly on her shift, and was now on
shot number three. So when her mouth ran away from her again, she just
blamed it on that. "Is that what happened to you? Did you just turn to
surviving when Marlene's mom died?"

It was Barrett's turn to wince. He pulled his hand back, though it was
to take his untouched glass and throw it back, grimacing at the burn.
"Yeah," he said, exhaling hard. "Shinra took everything from me, 'cept
for Marlene. And revenge," he added, letting out a harsh laugh. "All I
got is takin' care of my girl, and bloodying Shinra's nose.

"S'been nearly 5 years." Barrett slid his glass over. Tifa refilled it.
He tossed this one back too before shoving the glass away. "In that
time, I've done some things I ain't proud of. The need to hurt 'em
back, to keep myself busy, to do anything but feel that hurt almos'
consumed me. If I didn't have Marlene, it'd be way worse, but that's
the thing. You gotta find something to keep yourself sane.

"So yeah," Barrett said, giving Tifa a crooked smile. "I know what it's
like, just survivin'. It's not enough. It can't be enough. You gotta
find yourself something to make life worth livin', even for a little
bit. Don't go holdin' your breath over Spiky, if he's just gonna turn
around and bang a hoe like Jessie."

Tifa laughed, and immediately felt bad for it. "Jessie's our friend!"
She chastised him.

Barrett held up his hands in surrender, the prosthetic closed while the
other was palms up. "Yeah, yeah, she is. She's a bit of a hoe though.
Not that there's anythin' wrong with that," Barrett added, laughing.
"She knows how to live, and not just survive. Jessie sees something she
wants, she goes after it. Maybe you should try that. Forget Spiky. You
could have anyone in Midgar you wanted."

Tifa's nose wrinkled in disgust. She shook her head, faking a gag. The
room kept spinning after she stopped moving. Yeah, this was the buzz
she was after. Warmth filled her, and she let out a laugh. "I've seen
the men around the slums. All of them make it pretty clear how much
they want me. Enough to make me not want any of them."

Barrett gave a helpless shrug, acknowledging the point. "Okay, yeah, so
pickin's a bit slim 'round here. I'm not sayin' you should find the
nearest fuckboy and climb on. Just...Keep an eye out. There's bound to
be men around here that're good enough. Someone who deserves a fine
woman like you."

The words nearly sent Tifa into a gigglefit once more, but the world
turned upside down. She clutched the bar for support, taking a deep
breath. Barrett cocked his head to the side, and she really looked at
him. More warmth bloomed in her chest, spreading across her body. Her
heart skipped a beat before thudding hard in her chest. She said the
words as soon as they entered her head. "Someone like you?"

Horror washed over her, but it was too late to take them back. Outside
of Seventh Heaven, the late night murmur of the slums continued on as
ever. Inside, it was silent except for the distant electrical hum of
the neon lights behind the bar, the only source of light in the dim
room. She ruined it, Tifa realized. She killed the mood, and now it was
silent, awkward, and it was way too late to explain, and Tifa would
just trip over her words if she did.

The big leader of Avalanche sat up straight. Even sitting, he was as
tall as Tifa was standing. Barrett was big, strong, and caring, even if
he hid it behind a mask of gruffness and anger. He was a tough,
unflappable fighter, and his eyes were wide as he looked at her. Like
he was seeing her for the first time. Surprise gave way to a fire she'd
seen in his eyes before. Just never when he looked at her. Tifa
shivered.

"Mmm," Barrett rumbled, eyes slowly moving up and down. The tips of his
lips quirked up, but it wasn't a full smile. He let out a long
suffering sigh. "No, not like me. You deserve better."

Her heart was beating faster now. Tifa knew what she looked like. She
knew what she worked her ass off to achieve, and what she was naturally
blessed with. Tifa wasn't weak, and she wasn't stupid. There was no way
Barrett hadn't looked at her before, but she'd never noticed. And he
sure as hell hadn't looked at her the way he was now.

"And what about what I want? Do I deserve what I want?" Tifa leaned
forward, resting her elbows on the bar. Barrett's eyes immediately
dipped down, the same as those assholes earlier. But then his eyes went
right back to her eyes, darker than before. That warmth in her stomach
flared hot, accompanied by a full body throb; an empty ache.

Barrett leaned forward. There was maybe half a foot between them. The
air was charged now, in a way Tifa couldn't remember ever feeling, save
for atop the water tower with Cloud. That was tame in comparison.
Children sitting together, too scared to even look at each other.
Barrett wasn't afraid of looking at her. Barrett actually saw her.

"That depends," Barrett said, wetting his lips. "You sure about what
you want, Tifa? You deserve something good. You don't wanna go after
poison."

Tifa chuckled. "Barrett? I work in a bar. I sell poison every day. A
little bit of poison's a good thing sometimes."

He swallowed hard. His eyes didn't leave hers. "Just a taste?"

She bit her lip. "Just a taste. A little drop of poison won't kill us,
will it?"

Barrett reached for Tifa's face, stopping just shy, as if he expected
her to recoil away from him. When she didn't, Barrett cupped her cheek.
Tifa sighed and leaned into it, closing her eyes. His hand could cover
half her head. He could probably crush her skull one handed, but he
wouldn't. As angry as he could be, Barrett was a good man, and gentle.

His calloused thumb brushed her cheek, stopping at her lips. Tifa
kissed the digit, Soft, slow, but not lingering. She opened her eyes
and leaned forward. Barrett met her halfway, pressing his lips against
hers gently. It was nothing like the kisses she'd known before.

Barrett was firm, but gentle. His lips were surprisingly soft and
brushed up against hers, content to just feel her and taste him. He
tasted of sweat, the lingering scent of gun oil, and his own natural,
masculine musk. And then his lips parted and sucked on Tifa's own
bottom lip gently.

Tifa let out a weak, gentle whimper that had her breaking the kiss. The
room was too hot, and it was only heating up. She looked away, touching
her finger to her lips and breathing hard.

"Shit. I'm sorry, Teef. If you don't wa --"

She leapt onto the bar, arms windmilling for balance before crouching
down and touching the bar itself. It was damp and a bit sticky, but she
was about to need a shower anyway. Tifa sat down and scooted forward,
her long hair trailing on the bar itself. Slowly, she spread her legs.
Another flush of heat filled her as Barrett's eyes dropped down to her
skirt, barely hiding her panties.

"No Barrett," said Tifa. She slid off the bar and into the older man's
lap. He instinctively slid his prosthetic behind her to steady her and
pull her closer. Tifa shifted, comfortable in his lap and as close as
she wanted to be. Cupping his cheek, Tifa looked into his warm brown
eyes again. There was only concern, and naked desire. So much desire it
made her want to squirm. "I want to."

Tifa kissed him again. He started slow, content to draw it out, but
Tifa was impatient. She embraced her hunger and attacked his mouth.
Barrett paused for all of a second before he crushed her body against
his and kissed her back, long and hard and fierce. Each hot, desperate
kiss started before the last one was over. The scratch of his beard
against her skin was a delightful contrast with the softness of his
lips.

His tongue ran along her lower lip. Tifa whimpered, opening her mouth
to Barrett and squeezing her legs together around him. Barrett deepened
the kiss, growing bolder with each passing second. The brush of his
tongue on hers drained her brain. Tifa's eyes clenched shut and she
surrendered herself to her lover, arms around his neck and holding on
as the world spun around them.

Barrett sucked on her lower lip again. Tifa let out a low, needy moan
as her entire body shuddered. Her lower half ground against his lap as
if she could somehow get even closer. Barrett froze, her mouth still on
his as he let out a growl that turned her insides into molten jelly.
His fingers dug into her ass through her skirt. She couldn't help but
let out a breathless laugh.

"Do you like that, Boss?" Tifa whispered. She shifted again, grinding
her ass against Barrett's crotch. He was getting harder by the second,
and she could feel his cock pressing up against her. Just enough to
tease her and make her feel what she was about to enjoy. The sheer
electrifying thrill of doing something she never thought she would, and
going all out. "Do you want me?"

Tifa&#x27;s Consolation

by SmilingSatyr (UID 3742515)

https://www.literotica.com/s/tifas-consolation

FF7R. Tifa finds comfort in the unlikely arm of another

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"Fuck," Barrett groaned. "Anyone who doesn't want you is fuckin' blind.
Just look at you! I just...." Barrett let out an incoherent noise as
his cock twitched hard, trapped between them. He was so big, so strong,
and holding himself back. Tifa kissed him again quickly before leaning
back against the bar.

Her hands went around under the back of her shirt. Maintaining eye
contact, Tifa undid the bra, pulling the straps out from around her
arms while keeping herself concealed. Barrett broke eye contact first,
licking his lips. Tifa pulled the bra out and threw it to the ground.
Immediately, she felt gravity pulling at them and the familiar, far
away ache.

This was it. The part of Tifa everyone focused on and obsessed over.
Her greatest pride and insecurity. Tifa cupped her tits and lifted them
up, along with her shirt until the very bottoms of her boobs were
visible. She paused there, just long enough for Barrett to look up at
her expectantly. Tifa let her tits drop down under her shirt, flesh
jiggling obscenely. Then off came her shirt and joined the bra on the
floor.

"Is this what you wanted to see, Barrett?" Tifa said in a low, coy
voice she barely recognized as her own. She cupped her huge, milky
breasts and squeezed, letting the soft skin spill out from between her
fingers. "How long?" Her heart was hammering in her chest. Tifa had
never shown herself off like this. She could see why Jessie was so
forward.

Barrett's mouth was all but watering. "From the firs' time I ever
fuckin' saw you," he growled. His cock throbbed between them. It wasn't
just occasional now, it was every second that passed, promising Tifa
what he had for her. She was more impressed by his restraint. "Me and
everyone else in the slums, baby."

The little pet name made Tifa want to melt. "Well," she said, leaning
back against the bar and making sure her ass rubbed his clothed cock.
It was intoxicating and terrifying to give in. She squeezed her breasts
once more before letting them drop with one big ripple. "What are you
waiting for? You're not going to break me, Barrett."

That was all she needed to say. Barrett Wallace took a deep breath.
When he let it out, he let go completely. Tifa found herself pulled
forward as Barrett buried his face between her tits, inhaling and
nuzzling them. Between his childlike enthusiasm and the whiskers
tickling her skin, Tifa couldn't help but let out a delighted laugh.
The nuzzles turned into kisses across her smooth skin. The laugh died
when he found her nipple.

The rosy pink nub had been hard since before they'd even kissed. Now,
with his mouth against it, kissing and teasing it before taking it in
and suckling on it, it was painfully hard and sending jolts of white
lightning straight down to her pussy. Tifa groaned out a gentle,
"Ohhh," before it cut off with a gasp. His tongue slid out and around
the nub. She clenched her legs around Barrett tighter as her need grew.

He didn't stop or even slow down as one groan became a long drawn out
moan. Barrett worshipped her nipple with the same quiet, barely
restrained intensity he kissed with. He suckled harder, hard enough for
the pleasure to crest into pain and make Tifa arch her back and cry
out. It stopped, and Tifa opened her eyes long enough to see him switch
and give the other breast just as much love.

She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him against her,
whispering out a litany of semi-coherent encouragement. A soft stream
of "yes yes yes". Tifa's entire body was a livewire now. Everything was
connected to the rising pulse of her pussy, getting hotter and more
sensitive the more her lover touched her. Barrett sucked hard again and
her entire body jerked against his.

Barrett moaned into her breast. The vibrations were delicious and she
squirmed. Tifa's lover groaned and thrust against her. He grabbed her
other breast with his good hand and squeezed hard. His massive hand
could just barely cover it, and even then it wasn't enough. It was more
painful than pleasurable, but she could feel his desire, his need to
touch and squeeze and claim her and Tifa was wetter than she'd ever
been in her life.

His rough fingers played across her skin, capturing her nipple between
the two and squeezing right as he suckled hard on the other. Tifa saw
white and cried out as her traitorous hips rolled forward. Barrett let
out a low laugh and did it again. And again. And again until Tifa's
eyes were clenched shut and she was dry humping him relentlessly.
Anything to get a taste of relief for that heat rising deep inside her.

Ever since she was a teen and her breasts came in, they were all people
really noticed about her. To people like the assholes she kicked around
just an hour before, all Tifa was was a pair of huge tits attached to
long legs. It was enough to make her resent her body, the one thing she
couldn't train into tight, sleek, fighting perfection. But now, with
Barrett sucking on her titties and crushing her against him, she didn't
resent her body. Tifa wanted more.

She pushed him away, pressing a finger against Barrett's lips to stop
the concerned checkup. He was sweet, way sweeter than he let any of the
people under him know, but Tifa was fine. She was better than fine.
Panting and flushed, Tifa pushed him back and stood on shaky, wobbly
legs. She bent over, peeling her soaked panties down her legs and
stepping out of them. She held up the damp cloth, no longer white. They
dropped to the floor with the rest of her clothes. All she wore now was
her boots and her skirt.

Barrett watched her, once more a beast on a leash while she had control
again. His eyes followed her movements like a predator, waiting for the
perfect time to devour his prey. "C'mon now," Tifa said, voice shaking
with desire. "I wanna see you too." Her hands disappeared under her
skirt. Her eyes fluttered as she rubbed her wet lips.

He didn't respond with any words. Just a low exhalation of breath that
made the hairs on the back of Tifa's neck stand up. He stood, reminding
her again of how much he towered over her. Barrett was a full foot
taller, and nearly three times as wide. He was a powerhouse of a man,
and it was easy to see why people were scared of him.

But for her, Barrett was the picture of cool restraint. His eyes
smouldered with bottomless lust, but he was methodical about
unbuttoning his vest and taking it off. It joined her clothes on the
floor. Tifa licked her lips as he unbuttoned his pants. His cock was
already straining the material. When Barrett unzipped, his cock sprung
out of his pants and bobbed in the air, thick and dark and obscene.

"Oh god," Tifa gaped. The first time she'd ever been with a boy, she'd
wondered how it could possibly fit inside her. Now she was asking
herself the same question while having a good laugh at her teenage
self. "Fuck me..."

"That's the plan," Barrett said, grinning. A second later, it faltered
and he added, "that is, if you still want to. Still can back ou --"

"Tell me I can back out again and I will," Tifa said. Her eyes remained
locked on the thick cock in front of her. It stood straight out
proudly, occasionally twitching with his heartbeat. Tifa wasn't good
with eyeballing sizes, but if that thing wasn't in the double digits of
inches, it was close. "I want this," she said.

Barrett dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He wrapped his hand
around his erection and gave it a long, slow pump. With his foreskin
pulled back from his fat cockhead, there was already precum gathered at
the tip. He wanted her, at least as badly as she wanted him.

"Okay," he said. "Just one last warnin' and then it's on. This might
hurt."

Tifa's heart skipped a beat. She believed him. "Yeah?" Maybe it was the
alcohol, but she flashed him an eager, almost manic smile. "Do you
promise?"

A dark cloud passed over Barrett's eyes. He was silent as he processed
what she said and battled with himself over. The battle didn't last
long. The next thing Tifa knew, Barrett had her pinned against the bar,
mouth attacking hers and his fat cock pressed up between her legs,
stopped by her skirt.

Without breaking the kiss, Barrett picked Tifa up and plopped her down
on the edge of the bar. Tifa moaned into his mouth and spread her legs
for him. He got into position and pushed her skirt up. He broke the
kiss and looked down, letting out an appreciative grunt at her pretty
pink pussy, hairless save for a triangle pointing down. More than that,
her pussy was puffy and all but dripping.

"Do it," Tifa said, shifting so her lower half was more accessible.
"C'mon Barrett, fuck me. Fuck me please, I want you to - OH GOD," her
let out a cry that died in her throat.

Barrett pushed that fat head against her wet pussy and leaned forward.
It felt like he was splitting her open. He pushed more. Tifa's eyes
clenched shut, tears spilling out the sides. And then he stopped.

"What're you doing?" Tifa demanded. "I can take it."

"Yeah yeah," Barrett growled. He gripped his cock and pulled back.
Before Tifa could egg him on again, he ran his cock up and down the
front of her slit and all rational thought left her. "You thought it
would be easy, didn'tcha?" Barrett asked in a low, deep voice. "I bet
you've never had a cock like mine."

"No," Tifa whimpered, trying to move to follow him. Barrett put a stop
to that with his prosthetic on her stomach. She let out a needy whiny
as he rocked back and forth against her, teasing her and just making
her want more and more.

"Don't worry baby, you're gonna get it," he rumbled soothingly. Up and
down his cock went, from down at the bottom of her lips to one big,
slow brush up against her clit. "But you gotta get me all lubed up
first. Most girls, they can't resist putting it in their mouth first.
Do you want that? You wanna get a taste?"

Tifa's brain was melting out her ears. "Yes! Yes, god, yes, I...But no,
I want..." Her words tapered off into a whine. The time between the
flit of her clit and him starting over was torture. Wasn't she wet
enough? Wasn't he?

"Oh no, baby. I know what you need." Barrett's laugh was like low
thunder. His pleased, confident rumble had her captivated. "You need to
get fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, god, yes, please fuck me," Tifa breathed.

"Lay back and spread that pussy for me."

Tifa did as she was told. Her entire body shook as she laid back,
spreading her legs and hooking her arms around them, spreading her lips
for Barrett. Gravity flattened her breasts, but Barrett didn't look
like he minded. She had to fight to keep her head from lolling back
where the bar ended. From here, she was completely open, completely
vulnerable to her lover.

Barrett slid his slick cock downward, stopping with the head pressing
in. "Good girl," he rumbled and pushed forward, grabbing her by the
hips.

Pain came again, but it was nothing compared to the delicious feeling
of being filled and stretched past what Tifa thought was possible. Just
when she thought she couldn't take anymore, his head slipped inside of
her and her entire body shuddered, clamping down hard enough to make
Barrett stop and groan.

"More!" Tifa whimpered.

Her lover pushed again and she saw white. Barrett pulled out just
enough to rock forward again. Tifa's massive, powerful lover was
stretching her out and rocking slowly but firmly against her, feeding
her with one agonizingly slow inch at a time. The deeper he managed to
get, the longer his strokes were until he was working half of that cock
in and out of her slowly. The pain quickly turned to a growing thrill.

Tifa watched him, in love with the look of abandon and lust on his
face. His fingers buried themselves in her skirt as he held back for
her, getting her used to his size. His eyes were focused hard, looking
down where they met and watching her pretty pink pussy devour six
inches of black cock. He was closer to the base now, and breathing
hard. He pushed, and Tifa saw spots as he pressed against the back of
her.

"This is it," said Barrett. "I don't think I can get any more, and I
ain't gonna risk --"

Tifa arched her back and thrust herself onto the last three inches of
Barrett's cock. Her vision went white as he hit the deepest part of
her, filling her well past capacity and past reason and past anything
thinking about how fucking full she was and "Oh fuck" Tifa's voice went
guttural. "Oh fuck oh fuck OH"

She died. Or at least came close to it. That endless hunger and tension
built up until it snapped and she exploded from the inside out. Tifa's
hands flailed around helpless until she got a hold of the bar and held
on tight. Her entire body was like an exposed wire, twitching and
convulsing as jolt after jolt surged through her and crashed with a
wave of euphoria.

"Teef? Tifa?" she through miles and miles of fog. "Fucking hell, TIFA?"
Her cheeks stung, and then her vision cleared. Barrett loomed over her,
still balls deep. Fuck she was full. Sweat clung to his brow. He was
keeping very still, even as her pussy finished contracting and
clenching around it.

"Mmmm," Tifa groaned out pleasantly. The fire wasn't gone, but it was
calmer now. Her entire body felt so relaxed now. There was still pain,
but it was distant and only added to the sensations. It was like she'd
finally achieved the state Master Zangan had always described: like
water. She let go of the bar, fingers tingling as sensation crept back
to her. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them. "Why'd you stop?
More."

Barrett's mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Desire for her and desire
to make sure she was okay fought, making Tifa let out a heady laugh.
She squeezed down on him, head going fuzzy again, but it was nothing
compared to the sharp intake of breath from her large lover, or the way
his eyes fluttered shut for a second before he forced them open again.

"...A'ight," he said, a crooked grin taking over. "You want more, baby?
Hold tight." He drew himself almost all of the way out of her. Every
inch he pulled out was an empty ache that made her throw her legs
around his waist to keep him from leaving. Tifa hadn't even realized
she'd done it until Barrett stopped, chuckling.

He let himself fall forward slowly, pushing his way in with far less
resistance. Barrett stopped when his balls were nestled against her
ass, sighing. Tifa took a deep breath, pulling him back into her while
her fingers found her nipples and rolled them between her thumbs and
forefingers.

Everything was so much less intense now, but it didn't matter. As
Barrett pulled back just far enough to thrust into her with his first
real show of force, the pleasure bloomed and echoed throughout all of
her. There was less of the primal, animalistic hunger for rutting and
now a delicious, heady enjoyment with each slow, powerful thrust. Tifa
lifted her hips to meet him, drawing him into her with a pleased sigh.

"Shit, Teef," Barrett growled, making the hairs on the back of her neck
stand up. He picked up the pace, sawing in and out of her with careful
control. The control slipped and he slammed home with a groan. His cock
twitched violently inside of her. Her entire body shuddered, and she
answered with a moan of her own as her pussy clamped down hard.

"Barrett..." Tifa moaned, "god, I've never felt like this..." His thick
cock pushed through the tight, wet walls of her cunt as it clung to
him. Faster now, stirring that fire and need back to life. "You feel so
fucking good," she cried out, slamming her hips against his and
clenching.

"UNGH," Barrett grunted, slamming his hips against hers hard. Pain and
pleasure flared and mixed and by the time they faded, he was already
thrusting back into her faster than before. She squeezed her nipples in
time with his thrusts. Stars filled her vision as her new lover began
fucking her in earnest.

He held her by her hips, keeping Tifa's legs wrapped around him for
leverage as he rutted against her. Each time he buried his fat cock
inside of her he let out a low grunt and his balls slapped against her
ass. As much as Tifa closed and opened her eyes, his were locked on
her, flitting between watching his dark cock disappear inside her
creamy body and the jiggle of her tits as he fucked her and she played
with them.

"Harder," Tifa demanded again. She couldn't move much, pinned beneath
him. All she could do was hump back at him, and it wasn't enough. It
didn't hurt enough, it didn't test her or challenge her. Tifa was done
with her comfort zone. She was going to take what she wanted, and
Barrett was going to give it to her.

Barrett pulled out. The feeling of being empty after a good ten minutes
of being so very, very full had Tifa letting out an annoyed whine. "No,
I ain't done yet," Barrett growled. He flipped her over on the bar.
Tifa flailed at first but caught herself and repositioned herself so
her lower half was hanging off the bar. From that position, her tits
squished against the sticky wood. It was another good ache. One that
made her feel dirty and powerful and sexy.

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Is this better?" she wiggled her
ass at him.

The look in his eyes excited her. Barrett didn't bother flirting back.
Getting into position, he wound his prosthetic around her impossibly
long hair and tugged. More and more stings to add to the cacophony of
sensations. Tifa's breath caught in her throat. She shivered, and could
feel herself dripping onto the floor.

The only warning she got was the feeling of his swollen cockhead
pressing against her lips and then he buried all nine inches to the
hilt. Sopping wet and stretched, Barrett had no issues hitting that
perfect, deepest spot inside of her. It was like pressing a button that
made all of her senses shuffle as they blended together. Before her
vision returned he pulled on her hair and slammed himself into her
again.

Tifa once more held onto the bar as her entire body went haywire.
Barrett pinned her in place as her legs twitched and kicked. "Oh no you
don't, baby. You ain't going anywhere," he growled. "I got you..." He
slammed home and moved his hips around in lazy circles, "RIGHT where I
want you."

All she could do was whimper helplessly with need. This was exactly
where she wanted to be. Every powerful thrust into her made her more
helpless for the next one that game. She couldn't move, she couldn't
fight, all she could do was egg him on and beg for more. Never had Tifa
ever felt so powerless, or enjoyed it. Whatever Barrett wanted, all he
had to do was take it.

Faster and faster now, he did. The long, slow, powerful fucking that
made her entire body shake with pain and joy and made her hard nipples
rub up against the wood melted into hot, heavy, and fast. Barrett only
withdrew enough to bury himself in again. The room was full of the
sounds of her whimpers, his grunts, the sounds of his balls slapping up
against her clit and their combined heavy breathing and groaning as
Tifa let her body be used by someone who could appreciate her.

Barrett's groans got louder. At first they were barely audible under
the wet sounds of their sex, but now they were rising in volume until
he was all but crying out. Tifa's entire body twinged with renewed
need. "Fuck me," she cried out, voice hoarse. "Fuck me, Barrett. Fuck
me fuck me fuck meeeee ~ "

She couldn't move against him well. Tifa couldn't do anything but egg
him on, but it was enough. Another sharp jerk of her hair had her
clenching her cunt around him. Barrett reached down between her legs
and found her clit. He ran his fingers over it in circles, harder than
she would've liked but that just made it better. Tifa was past
overstimulated and loving every second of it.

Barrett leaned over until his weight was pressing her into the bar,
making breathing hard. His lips were at the back of her neck, kissing
and licking and biting down hard. His frenzied fucking reached a fever
pitch as he lost control. He didn't bellow or roar or even moan. His
teeth sank into Tifa's shoulder and he shuddered. His cock started
twitching, and Tifa's entire body surrendered.

Tifa&#x27;s Consolation

by SmilingSatyr (UID 3742515)

https://www.literotica.com/s/tifas-consolation

FF7R. Tifa finds comfort in the unlikely arm of another

Page 3 of 3 page(s) (1589 characters)

Tifa's pussy clamped down, milking Barrett's cock of every drop of cum
it could get. Heat flooded her, hotter than ever expected and still not
enough. Tifa's moan got higher and higher until her voice cut out
entirely, her taut body letting everything go as Barrett held her down
and rode out his orgasm, which was currently leaking out from between
them and onto the floor.

She could've laid like that forever, crushed and filled by a large,
powerful, sexy man. Barrett had other plans. He withdrew from her,
letting out a torrent of his cum. He pulled Tifa away from the bar and
down onto the floor with him in his lap. She let herself curl up in his
arms as she panted and fought to catch her breath, regain control of
her limbs, to do something other than laying in a pile of sticky,
sweaty limbs. That didn't happen for another five minutes as Barrett
stroked her hair.

"I'm going to have to clean all of this up," she finally said. "Before
the lunch rush comes."

Barrett laughed, and from her position it was like thunder. "Naw. I'll
clean up this up before I go. You need some sleep. An' a shower," he
added, laughing again.

He was so warm. Tifa snuggled up into his chest, not minding the sweat
or the stink of their sex together. "Thank you," she said, looking up
at him. "I needed that."

He nodded, his smile all but disappearing. "Good," he said. "I'm glad.
And you don't have to worry none. I know this was a one time thing. I
ain't greedy."

Tifa reached up and stroked his cheek. She loved the way his beard felt
against her fingertips. "Maybe," she said. "Maybe not."

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hurt; comfort; final%20fantasy; straight

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