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They had lost.
The fallen swordsman watched in horror as he was the only one left. He was out of stamina, out of magic reserves, and out of ideas. His friends were all gone now and the only thing left in the void was himself and the man, now turned monster. Hovering above him like an oppressing deity was the seven-winged abomination that was now Safer-Sephiroth. White stormy eyes containing the power of an upcoming storm pinned him to the ground. Gravity-defying hair lazily looped through two angelic halos, a singular muscular arm reaching out to the heavens while a black feathered wing burst from where its twin should have been. The being’s groin was covered by a swirling cloud substance that acted as a makeshift codpiece, and where the legs should be were instead six beautiful angelic wings.
You...have...failed.
The blonde clutched his temple as the being’s words echoed inside his mind. Glaring up at the false angel, Sephiroth’s marble etched face did not so much as twitch, his stare as unreadable as the monotone words reverberating inside Cloud’s skull. There was no gloating, no mocking, only stating the fact.
But fear not...for you shall be the one to witness...the end.
A flap of the luminous wings and Sephiroth was upon him. Cloud struggled to lift his sword but it was easily wrestled out of his grasp, clattering on the ground before sliding off the floating platform and disappearing into the aether, along with the remains of Cloud’s resolve. A few swipes and his sleeveless turtleneck was ripped to shreds and his cargo pants torn to ribbons. He was then lifted into the air, restrained by a muscular arm around his middle, his naked back pressed to Sephiroth’s bare chest.
My cells...are forever part of your molecular structure...and I can alter them to my will.
The ringing in Cloud’s ears only increased with each syllable and he was so distracted by the onslaught on his migraine, he failed to notice how his body seemed to melt in Sephiroth’s embrace. Shaking his head, Cloud tried to lift his hand, only to realize it was being restrained. Looking down, Cloud stared at his left hand and froze in horror as strands of tendons and ligaments connected the tissue of his arm to Sephiroth’s own. Letting out a choked gasp, Cloud desperately struggled in his captor’s grasp to pull his arm free, kicking his legs out in response but finding them just as uncooperative.
“W-what are you doing?” he hyperventilated, unable to process what was happening to him as he finally looked down at his lower half and spotted his ankles melting into the other’s stomach. Cloud tried to jerk himself free but he couldn’t move his feet, couldn’t feel his feet anymore. They weren’t just stuck, they were gone!
Reabsorbing the cells...gifted to you...by that man.
Cloud continued to struggle to pull his legs free, to undo what was happening, but there was no part of himself left to be pulled free. Everything past the knee was now gone and the only thing that remained was a clear patch of smooth skin where the two were now connected. There was no telling where Sephiroth stopped and Cloud began.
The angel leaned down, his cheek brushing against Cloud’s own in a faux display of affection, as he released his hold over the smaller man’s middle, raising his human arm and dragging Cloud’s own along like a puppet on strings. Cloud tried to take control by dragging his own arm in the opposite direction, to break the threads of skin binding them, but Sephiroth quickly won their little game of tug-o’-war and flexed his arm out so Cloud’s limb was hanging uselessly over his head, while his right elbow was beginning to sink into the other’s chest, equally as useless.
Be still...this will be quick
Sephiroth words did nothing to ease Cloud’s anxiety as the two wings over the angel’s hips parted and from the swirl of clouds was a pulsating white mass that crawled up his groin like overgrown arteries until they met the side of Cloud’s thigh and began to crawl up his leg instead. Cloud let out a startled cry as the tentacle shaped strands ran up his quivering flesh, splitting off into smaller branches until they were as thin as veins, which then pierced Cloud’s body and dug under his flesh. Cloud barely registered the feeling of Sephiroth petting his tear-stained cheek as the things climbed higher up his body, decorating his chest with whispy web-like patterns and curling down his arms. They brushed over his skin with surprising gentleness, the ones inside his thighs moving in a soothing gesture that only terrified Cloud more as the main branch circled around his neck like a choker or brand. The pulsing tip hovered the blonde’s face and teasingly stroked at his now firmly clamped lips, a suspiciously green substance dripping from the tip.
Open up...
One of the other tentacles tickled his stomach and gave no warning as it pierced his belly button and wormed it way inside his guts. Cloud opened his mouth to scream, just as the appendage shoved inside his mouth and forced its way down his throat. He gagged and struggled in a panicked frenzy, trying to force the thing out, but it took root inside of him, reaching past this trachea and branching out in his bronchus. His vision was blurred with tears that prevented him from seeing what else was happening to him, but the heightened sensation of feather-light strokes over his skin had his body trembling with contrasting pleasure.
Sephiroth let out an amused huff at his conflicting turmoil and kissed his wet cheek.
You are now fused with me...with this feeding tube inside you..you no longer require nutrients to sustain you…
The blonde let out a muffled sob as the thing inside his lungs seemed to take over his breathing, controlling the rate of expansion of compression in his lungs for him, forcing his frantic gasps to settle back to normal. He could only imagine what the thing inside his stomach was doing, no doubt feeding more S-cell’s into him like some perverse umbilical cord until he was more Sephiroth than Cloud.
A fitting punishment for one who attempted to kill a god...forever bonded to your childhood hero’s side...at the cellular level.
This wasn’t what Cloud wanted, death would be more preferable to this, connected to his arch-nemesis like a grotesque tumour. He wished Sephiroth would stop toying with him already and finish him. Absorb him and be done with it.
Now...why would I want that?
He shivered at the intrusive thought, angry at how easily the other could read his thoughts now their mental connection was stronger than ever. Unable to voice his offence, Cloud answered back with his own flood of emotions, letting all his seething rage and hatred for the Angel consume him like a blazing firaga. Sephiroth let out another amused chuckle and lovingly nuzzled his nose into the blonde’s spiky hair.
Just when Cloud thought it couldn’t get any worse, the whispy appendages trickled over his spread thighs and lightly caressed the cleft of his ass. Had Cloud any need for air anymore, his chest would have heaved at the implication of what was to come. A second whisp wrapped around his flaccid penis, gently caressing it to attention. He tried to keep himself from feeling aroused, focusing on every horrific thing that was happening to him thus far, but his body was quickly betraying him as his shaft swelled with heat and was pumped to half-mast.
So distracted he was by the pleasure, he failed to keep track of the other appendage circling his twitching entrance and breaching him without warning. Cloud’s head snapped back onto Sephiroth’s shoulder as the thing wormed its way inside, pushing past the ring of muscle and stroking the velvety walls. Sephiroth ran his hand over Cloud’s sweat-soaked skin, fondling the lithe body before him and encouraging the smaller tentacles to do the same as they caressed every patch of quivering flesh. A nail dragged over one of Cloud’s perked nipples that had him writhing in agony as the girth inside of him was slowly expanding with every inch. He shut his eyes tightly and dug his teeth into the tentacle down his throat in pointless defiance, but it neither discourage the thing in his throat nor Sephiroth’s advances. The sensation itself was not overly painful, the tentacle was neither solid nor liquid or gas, but it eagerly expanded to fill every crevice and had Cloud whimpering from both pleasure and pain.
The blonde tried to deny the reality of how his body was being violated in every sense of the word, the smaller appendages massaging his glistening skin as the bigger one continued to pump his dick to full erection so it was now pressed firmly to his belly, the tip oozing pearly of milky green. If Sephiroth received any pleasure from the act he didn’t show it, still staring down at Cloud’s form with those unnerving white blown eyes. The tip brushed over a special spot inside and Cloud’s entire body jerked with electricity, his bellybutton twisting from the pleasurable shock to his core. Seeming to find what it was looking for, the thing brushed the same spot again and Cloud’s thighs trembled as the pace slowly began to increase until the tentacle jerking his erection was moving in tandem with the other inside, fucking him with a steady pace that rapidly grew in ferocity until his hips were thrusting to keep up with their relenting pace.
No, no, nonononononono If Sephiroth kept this up he was going to-to-
Show your god how grateful you are for his blessing
The purring command in his skull turned Cloud's eyes mako green and he was tugged over the edge as his hips spasmed at the pressure in his belly tightened and coming violently, spilling green cum all over himself and even catching his chin. The blonde went limp in the angel’s hold, hanging uselessly like a marionette without its strings as he came down from his high, but the afterglow was quickly taken over by feelings of shame and mortification, desperately wishing to cover himself and wipe away the evidence from his stomach.
Sephiroth was not done with him though and continued to squeeze Cloud’s pecs between his large hand, long fingers manipulating the flesh to his liking as a thought occurred to him.
I have yet to test the limits of my control...over your flesh.
There was a tingling sensation over Cloud’s chest and then he felt it, an uncomfortable swelling under his skin that made him feel full and heavy at a sudden weight and the dawning realisation that he now had breasts.
Cloud stared down at himself in disbelief, soft lumps on his chest were still growing in volume until the left one fit perfectly in Sephiroth’s hand. He rolled the fatty flesh in his palm, testing the weight and bounce of the boob like he was inspecting ripe fruit at a market.
I think we can do better than that
He flinched when the smaller tentacles greedily wrapped around the swelling glandular tissue and squeezed the soft breasts. They were sensitive, too sensitive, and when the tips flicked at his nipples pleasure shot down to Cloud’s groin as he felt a warm wetness between his legs that was never there before. Something else was happening to him between his now spread legs, an opening that was not there before and had bloomed just behind his testicles. A new tentacle emerged from Sephiroth’s groin, lightly dragging over the moist hole and flicking the little nub between the puffed lips. Pleasure ran up Cloud’s spine as the new tentacle fondled his clitoris and rubbed between his labia walls to encourage the flow of juices. Cloud moaned helplessly behind the gag at the onslaught of new sensations assaulting his body. It was wonderful, horribly wonderful. The wetness only grew hotter and he could feel it gushing out of him and dripping down his trembling thighs until he felt his opening pulse with a desire to be filled.
The tentacle then entered him in one thrust and Cloud’s entire body shook with a silent scream, unable to comprehend the sudden second entrance he now had as it was being ripped open. Not wanting to feel left out, its twin woke back to life inside his ass and rocked in rhythm with the one in his cunt, a thin layer of skin being the only thing separating them as Cloud was fucked from both holes at an alternating pace that kept him stimulated. His hips rolled to meet each glorious thrust as there was no comparing the sensation, they were both different but pleasurable in different ways that quickly brought him to new glorious heights. Sephiroth’s breath ghosted over his flushed skin, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as his human hand reached down to wrap around Cloud’s neglected erection, encouraging the blonde to jerk himself off.
It was humiliating and Cloud hated every enjoyable moment of it as he pumped himself to completion. Much like his dick, his plump chest was also dripping, and he didn’t want to think of the implications of the milky green liquid escaping his tit as his hips gave one last jerk and Cloud came again, squirting his juices over them both. The humiliation didn’t stop there though as the tentacles kept assaulting his prostate, forcing his quivering cunt to gush more juices as he experienced multiple orgasms in quick succession.
They went for several rounds after that. Sephiroth altered Cloud’s body to his liking, stretching Cloud’s holes until his stomach bulged from the invading tentacles, altering the sensitivity of his flesh until even a gust of wind over his red pinched nipples could make Cloud come. Engorging his penis to prevent him from ejaculating or taking it away entirely so he had no distinguishable male body parts. Fixing his gaping holes so he was tight as a virgin again, only to tear him open all over again. Multiple times Cloud wished he would pass out but Sephiroth willed him to stay conscious and so he cried through every torturous orgasm.
Meanwhile, his body continued to be absorbed by the parasite that entrapped him, his remaining arm disappearing into the mass of solid muscle and up to his shoulders, his knees fully absorbed until all that was left of him from the waist down were his permanently spread slick thighs that could never close again. His head was tilted back until his neck and spinal cord was infused with Sephiroth’s collar. From this position, he could not look down at his own body, and perhaps that was for the best. Sephiroth turned to stare triumphantly down at his enemy and Cloud could not look away as he came for the angel one more time.
When Sephiroth was finally done playing, Cloud watched helplessly as Meteor hit the planet, watched helplessly as Sephiroth absorbed the lifestream into himself, the cries of the thousands upon thousands of tiny threads screaming in the back of his mind as they fuelled the one-winged angel. Watched helplessly as Sephiroth used the empty husk of a planet as his vessel to sail the cosmos, watched helplessly as he eventually found the perfect sphere to terraform it to his own liking and rule it like a God under the will of Jenova.
All the while he continued to abuse Cloud’s broken body for his own pleasure, the appendages inside of him taking root in his very core and changing shape to keep him stimulated, rocking inside of him as naturally as breathing and bringing the blonde to the heights of pleasure for centuries to come, keeping him on the edge of release until he forgot what it felt like to even come. Or forcing him to come nonstop beyond what the human body was capable of without rest, his hole never running dry, always wet and ready for another round until he forgot what rest felt like. Then there were times when Sephiroth stripped him of the ability to feel pleasure and subjected him to years of agonizing pain as he was brutally torn up and bleeding. The torture was unbearable and a part of Cloud wished he went insane long ago just to escape the sensation of pain and pleasure melding into one.
Cloud begged to be freed from his eternal prison and to be absorbed like the other souls Sephiroth harvested, just so he could be reunited with his friends in death. But Sephiroth kept his promise and kept Cloud forever by his side, making the human immortal and pliant.
Unable to resist.
Unable to scream.
Unable to die.