Down at the Pub

"You Shinra folks sure can party!" Barret grunted, Scarlet's mouth coming free from his swollen member with an audible pop.

It was the final weekend of the month, which meant payday. Rivalries and hatred were laid aside, or at least momentarily paused, in order for Midgar's exhausted work force to, finally, find some reprieve - and as it so happened, often at the bottom of a bottle. Friday evenings in particular became a blur of flowing alcohol and decadence, where the Shinra employees descended upon the lower sectors like a swarm of money-fueled locust, fulfilling their desire to tear themselves away from the prying eyes of their corporation, all in order to indulge themselves in some proper off-duty relaxation. The Seventh Heaven was no exception, and as the evening drew on and turned into night, not even the alcohol could contain the frustrations barely seething under the surface. No one wanted to break the unspoken armistice, however, thus opting to blow off steam in a way all too familiar to the human spirit.

"Stay observant... Maybe you can learn a thing or two..." Scarlet gasped, her voice ever smug and dripping with condescension, something Barret had at least been spared while his log was stretching her lips. He briefly considered putting himself back in there, if only to shut her up, but instead, felt a small grin spread over his lips - a familiar stir in the pit of his stomach making his knees shake, ever so slightly.

"Tongue out, lady." He moaned, and as Scarlet reluctantly acquiesced, her blue eyes met his for the brief moment that he stroked himself, and then, they were plastered shut. An unmitigated moan rolled off his tongue, the sound following his lips as they formed into a mocking O-shape, the first jet of seed having struck Scarlet square over the tip of her nose, parting and sliding out over her nose wings and cheeks. Her long eyelashes were just barely spared, until the second jet hit home, square between her eyes this time, causing no small amount of splashback and making some of those nearby shrug away as he ruined any and all chances for her to open her blue orbs for the foreseeable future.

"That's a good girl!" Barret grunting, continuing to stroke himself eagerly as still more jets came, his treatment between the woman's plump lips having made sure that he'd built up an ample supply, and all of it was extremely eager to paint her face as messily as the artist desired.

He didn't know how long it took, but a moment or several later, he sighed contently, a shiver of pleasure running up his spine from the combined sensation of his now very sensitive member sliding into her open mouth, and the wanton, and significantly more mellow whimper escaping the woman's throat.

"Me now..." A whisper came from the right, and Barret noted the Shinra soldier next to him stepping up shakily. Scarlet had made it abundantly clear, each and every time they had visited, that at no point would some low-ranking plebeian in her own organization get a turn with her, and at no point had he seen those orders actually disobeyed.

Now, there was a sudden opportunity.

Her eyebrows lowered, like she could feel something was afoot, but her protests died around Barret's swollen member as his hand moved up to hold her in place, half-moaning and half-chuckling as her mouth tried to form curses to throw their way.

"Ah fuck." Barret moaned, Scarlet's mouth closing hard around him as, seemingly, Tifa's efforts finally came to fruition, the blonde's own climax washing over her just as the soldier shot his load into her now slightly twisted face. To their surprise, Scarlet's response was a loud, wanton whimper, her face angling to catch the jets of seed more efficiently, Barret's member following with her. The other Shinra soldier to his left almost knocked over some glasses in his eagerness to do the same, stroking himself with almost feverish fervor as he planted his feet as wide apart as there was space.

"See? You can treat your men well if you just want to." Barret let out a low chuckle, and as yet another jet of seed his Scarlet's face, and another wanton moan vibrated along his member, he could feel himself, slowly, growing hard again.

"Scarlet can't see." He overheard a whisper, and it spread like wildfire. More soldiers began to stealthily congregate towards the scene before him, all of them seemingly eager to get a shot at plastering their boss' face, or perhaps, Barret realized, seeing some of them eye her exposed ass, hoping for something more. Even the soldier inside Tifa seemed to briefly falter, like he was torn between continuing his thrusts into the buxom fighter, or to pull out and gamble himself.

His member, now entirely hard again, slid out between her plump, slightly swollen lips, and the soldier next to her paused before, boldly, grabbing her head himself, and pushing his thick log into the warm confines of her mouth.

"This better be one of your me-mrmhhm!" Scarlet managed to blurt out, though her voice lacked the usual fire to it, before her mouth was sealed by her underling's cock. She let out yet another whimper, one that made Barret's cock pulsate in the cool night air, as yet another soldier grabbed a generous handful of her supple left breast, giving it a thorough, rough squeeze.

Barret sighed, wiping some sweat from his brow. He definitely had a thing for ladies with attitude.
It was going to be one hell of a long night.

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Wednesday wallpaper, and a scenario that's been rolling around in my head for some time. Been a while since we saw some Final Fantasy on the wallpaper side of things, so hope you enjoy it :)

As always, thank you so much for your continued support and for all of your kind words! A sudden cold front has drawn in over my country, meaning we're buried in snow like in the olden days for once. Hope you're faring well, and make sure to wear shoe spikes if you're in as hazardous a climate as up here - no one wants a sudden test to their agility and bendiness owing to slipping :)

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH