Final Fantasy 7 - Barret's Humiliation IV

“Y-y-y-yes!!!! YESSSHHHH~! Pound my ass like it owes you money!”

Her mind went blank, and she existed only in the moment, a willing prisoner to the ecstasy Cloud inflicted upon her.

Cloud felt his own release building. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and roared as he released his load, flooding her pussy with his hot cum. Scarlet moaned at the feeling of his essence filling her, her pussy pulsating in response.

When Cloud was done, Barret was right beside him. When Cloud pulled all those meaty white inches, more than quadruple what he had to offer with his flaccid member, Barret watched. Every inch earned a moan. Every inch was a great loss. He witnessed the bane of his existence moan pathetically and keep herself in that mated position. 

Creampied, humiliated, dominated and destroyed. 

“No other man is gonna ever bring you satisfaction,” Barret said. “‘Cuz this white boy dicked you down hard. That's your punishment, Scarlet.”

Scarlet was unable to respond, overstimulated. Her legs trembled and her pussy pushed out more and more of Cloud's cum.

Barret thought Scarlet was the scum of the Earth.

Barret also thought Cloud Strife was the greatest stud he had ever seen. He hated admitting it but it was the truth. That truth was why Scarlet stood no chance. Cloud had railed her to the point of no return; turned her into a woman that would never, ever be able to fuck another man. 

See, here was the thing: the only one that could possibly handle Cloud’s big white cock was Tifa Lockhart. Scarlet, an admittedly hot busty executive that sat on her ass all day long stood no chance. No chance at all. It was a mismatch. Where Tifa could run and fight and therefore fuck for hours, Scarlet hardly lasted half an hour. 

Barret witnessed it for himself. He witnessed his vengeance coming to life through Cloud Strife and he came to two conclusions: one, he could never rival Cloud in any capacity; two, only Tifa could possibly tame that big white beast. Every other woman was…a side-quest, so to speak. 

Left on the yacht with a creampied, gaping pussy, Scarlet was in a vulnerable state that allowed the team—Cloud, Tifa, and Barret—to get the information they needed, finish their mission, and escape.

The yacht had sailed behind them.

The mission was over. 

The three were alone. 

Except there was one teensy, weensy problem. Scarlet was defeated and they were, well…

Their clothes weren't here. Barret realized it wasn’t their fault. After all, the one who told them to get off on the first stop was...

“Yufffiiiieeee!”

Barret screamed her name to the heavens. Immediately, the echo garnered looks. Shit! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck—! 

A group of four young women were walking by, nineteen or twenty years of age like Kyrie, except with blonde and red hair and posh accents. They were the slutty hot young types on the beach and guess what? All of them were infatuated with Cloud Strife. All of them. 

“Oh my god, look at the blond pretty boy's cock! It's huge!”

“Way bigger than the black guy's. How is that even possible? Look at his muscles…”

“Heh, haven't you heard? Building muscles is the popular way to compensate these days~”

Barret’s burly arm shot down to cover his cock, as much as he didn’t want to do it. 

‘These little…!’

Barret grit his teeth. Should he be mad or happy that his whole package could fit? He glanced over at Cloud. The dude was just awkwardly standing there; just letting his dick hang.

Barret really hated that, if he were in Cloud's body, he would do the same.

The chicks probably would have hung around and flirted with Cloud if not for the Double-Ds standing right beside him. Tifa Lockart was equally as fetching as Cloud and in the same way Barret was threatened by Cloud, they were threatened by Tifa. It was a matter of pride, honestly. Some chose to be awed by their gifts while others burned in envy.

Barret and those young chicks were the latter.

“Ah, shit.” Barret’s prosthetic arm was suddenly loosening. Because it was disguised as a real hand, it was prone to getting messed up from excessive movement.

And so, with an agitated look, Barret removed his hand from his crotch to adjust it.

Let's just say it wasn't the best thing for him.

People were crossing them. People eyed them. Barret had to keep bending over to hide his schlong from the world. Technically, there weren't that many people around. In Barret’s eye though, even one person was one too many. 

He fixed up the patch of flesh on his wrist, then froze.

“Haha!”

Cocky laughter in the form of a surfer accent.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Barret looked up. Three white guys were approaching them, laser-focused on Barret. Washboard abs and tall, though still towered over by Barret.

But seeing his dick, they could make comments that they ordinarily never would have. They pointed and they laughed.

“Hey, dude! Your dick is shrivelling up!”

“Trying to build muscle cock!”

Barret glared at them. “What did you say?”

“I said your dick is shrivelling up.”

Cue the laughter. Cue the reddening of Barret’s ears and cheeks.

‘Fucking hell! You're only saying that ‘cuz Cloud is next to me! If he wasn't, you idiots would have said nothing!’

Admittedly, his dick was shriveled up. Three inches, maybe even two, and as thin as his index finger. Nudity was fine in a contained space. A bathroom, a pool, even a yacht. But a beach? Potentially the streets? Hell no.

‘My fucking balls are empty too! I can't get hard and show off even if I wanted to!’

Meaning, the black cock on display was miniaturized. Drained unintentionally by his hand and his shyness.

But luckily for the big black man—

“Hey, don't say that to him!” Tifa stepped forward and put her hands on her hips. “Pull your trunks down! See how you like it!”

At her core, Tifa Lockhart was an empathetic woman that stood up for others. For sure, her priority was Cloud but that didn't mean she wouldn't stand up for her other friends.

The surfer bros were speechless. Their eyes flicked from her tits to the red of her eyes to her pussy. Suddenly, they were fighting for their life not to pitch a tent.

“T-that’s, er…”

“What, can't do it? Then don't make fun of Barret.”

The surfer bro with the shoulder-length tried to meet her with a smile. “Miss, we—”

“Big or small, it doesn't matter. We're all people with our own quirks. We should be happy for each  other.”

Imagine a chick as sexy as Tifa defending your admittedly small manhood in front of a bunch of lean cocky surfer bros.

Talk about wife material. Knowing bigger cocks were around, knowing you were small, and still knowingly defending you.

Honestly, if Cloud’s giant cock wasn't hanging there, Barret would have fallen in love with her. If he was a weaker man, he might have dropped to one knee and asked for her hand in marriage.

“S-sorry, ma'am…”

A nude woman should have received hollers, slaps to the ass, and mocking from the surfer bros. Chauvinist and horny, in any other circumstance, they would have tried to bed her. Pop some boners, flex their muscles and cock and treat her like a whore. Bring those big tits over to their place and rail all her holes. 

But Cloud with his arms crossed and cock hanging was one hell of an intimidating man. His dick, his very existence was a show of power. The logic went as followed: if this hotty was with him, then her holes were way too stretched. Their smaller dick would struggle to touch her walls, much less make her moan and scream.

Combined with his good looks and the three surfer bros cut their losses. They apologized for the third time, eyes wanting to look at Tifa but always seeing that looming cock beside her. 

Yep, they stood no chance, they thought. They walked off with their tails between their legs.

Barret didn't know what to say. He cleared his throat. “Thanks, Tifa.”

“It's okay.” Tifa flashed him a smile and his heart skipped a beat. Damn those eyes and tits and smile. Everything about her was perfect.

“We should go,” Cloud said, arms still crossed. “We're attracting too much attention.”

“Go? Go where?” Barret asked.

“The city,” Cloud answered. “Where else?”

“Hell no! Clothes first, then we go back!” Barret began to walk up to a couple, only for them to turn and avoid him. 

“Ah, shit, wait—”

Nope, too late. They were already gone. Barret tried another couple who were middle-aged and failed. “Wait!” His hand was up and that led to them fleeing faster. 

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Like a final boss, Cloud stood beside him. The sound of his schlong slapping against his thigh irritated Barret to no end. 

“Why can't we just go?”

“Brother…!” Barret snapped, torso turning and stopped. Comparing the two cocks was fruitless: Barret estimated himself to be nearly three times smaller. 

‘I do not have the cock for that! That's why!’

To walk nude with hundreds of people while comparing himself to Cloud “Big White Cock” Strife? Hell no! Hell fucking no!

Barret put a hand to his face. “Where's Aerith and her magic doohickey when you need her!”

“Come on, boys, relax.” Tifa got the black and white pair to look over. Smiling confidently, hands on her hips, she walked toward them. “Look, I know the circumstances aren't so great but you have great bodies! And if anyone tries to make fun of either of you…” Tifa smirked as she punched her palm. Her tits jiggled. “I'll smash ‘em!”

Barret was speechless. “Tifa…”

“You've seen how much ass I can kick. I'll be fine. It's not like we can do anything standing.”

Her tits jiggled again. Okay, if that happened every time she fought, then yeah, there was no male on this planet that could face her.

Cloud and Barret exchanged looks. She was right, sort-of.

But theeen—

“Cloud, come on! Walk with confidence!” Tifa latched onto Cloud’s arm and dragged him along. She stopped for a moment. “Come on, Barret. Let's go.”

“Where are we even going?”

“To town!” Tifa exclaimed.

“To our hotel,” Cloud corrected.

“Oh, you have—seriously!? You idiot, we can't just—” Barret face-palmed. 

Cloud was genuinely confused. As if Tifa was hypnotizing him with her hugging tits, he saw no problem with this situation. So Barret wrapped an arm around Cloud’s shoulder, softly ripped him from those DD tits, and talked to him like a brother did.

To many, it was hilarious. Barret dwarfed Cloud in height yet when it came to cocks, Cloud was literally triple his size. His white dong dangled, incredibly thick and long, clearly having the markings of an alpha.

Barret, despite towering Cloud with his height and muscles, did not have a dick that dangled. His black cock was fucking tiny compared to Cloud’s. An inferior product.

“Look, man,” Barret whispered, “Tifa's your girl, ain't she? You don't want a bunch of guys staring at her pussy, right? They're gonna jerk off to that shit till the end of their days.”

“...okay. I guess.”

A begrudging acceptance! Finally! Progress!

“Tifa is wife material, man. Don't let her get…ruined.”

“By people staring?”

“Exactly! Her ass and tits should belong to you, man! ?” Barret lowered his voice and continued walking. “Only you can and should look at them! That's what it means for a chick to be wife-material.”

Barret was bullshitting his words while sprinkling in his own truth. He was speaking from his own experience with his wife. She got around but once she settled, she settled. Barret made sure of that.

“...but we're not together.”

Oh my fucking god.

“And she's her own person,” Cloud continued. “I can't tell her what to wear or say.”

“That's…”

Barret wanted to disagree if not for the fact this was Tifa. Imagining the master martial artist as some husband-obeying housewife was nearly impossible. She was a warrior. She made her own fate. She—quite clearly—had feelings for Cloud but that wasn't her whole thing. She was kind and empathetic and Barret's friend.

‘Then again…’ Barret casted a look at that agitatedly monstrous white schlong. ‘With that thing, she might just obey. I know my wife would have.’

A smirk spread across Cloud. “Heh. Don't tell me you don't have the balls,” Cloud taunted.

Barret's brow twitched and he lightly pushed Cloud away. “Suck my big black balls, Cloud. I ain't scared of nothing.”

“You boys done talking?” Tifa asked, hands on her hips. “Or do you need a time-out?”

“Fine!” Barret gathered his strength and tugged on his limp member before turning. “You wanna walk? Let's walk! Let's go!”

Barret immediately led the pack, tugging on his cock to make it look bigger—

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Only to immediately regret it. When Cloud started walking with his dick swinging, it was like all the colour in the world drained from Barret.

Then there were the people. It seemed that whispers of a big dick blonde and a big-titty badass were spreading. No mention of a big black man though. Barret sped up. 

‘I hate my life.’

They didn't walk too far, fortunately. In the middle of the shore and sand, there was a red truck—and standing in front of the truck was tbe troublemaker herself, Yuffie Kisaragi.

The sight of Yuffie in her bikini and enjoying herself only added insult to injury. Barret sped up, stopped, and stared at her with varying degrees of annoyance and disbelief. 

“Oh, Barret.” Yuffie licked her ice cream, her gaze down at his manhood. She looked like she wanted to laugh. “Wow! Talk about unproportional.”

Barret seethed. “Yuffie…!”

“Hey, just bein’ honest!”

Behind him, Cloud and Tifa caught up. Yuffi's attention shifted and she let out a whistle. “Now that's what I call unproportional. Wow!”

Same words, different meaning. Fucking hell.

“Hey, Cloud,” Yuffie greeted. “Want some ice cream to cool down. Or are you looking for something hot?”

“You…” Cloud glared at her. All of this was because of her! 

Same with Tifa. She glared at Yuffie, genuinely annoyed. Yuffie whistled again.

“Talk about melons. Here I thought they were only native here.”

Tifa went bright red and put an arm across her boobs. “W-what!?”

“Just being honest again. Foreigners tend not to be the most well-equipped if you know what I mean.”

“L-look who's talking!”

Yuffie was a slender woman with breasts that were smackdab A-cup. Like Cloud and Barret, the difference between Tifa and Yuffie was vast. Tifa was voluptuous and full in all the ways Yuffie wasn't.

Yuffie looked annoyed by the remark but kept her cocky attitude still.

“Come on, Cloud.” Yuffie was picking the blond because he was the better choice and subtly showed her figure.

“Just admit it. You're captivated by my bodacious beach bod.”

“Yeah. Obviously.”

The sarcasm didn't quite reach Yuffie and she stepped back, surprised.

“Wait, you are? I, uh, didn't expect you to have an eye for beauty.”

Tifa sighed, arms still pressed to her boobs, and shook her head. For a moment, Barret’s eye wandered. They seemed…squishy. A couple feet behind her, there was a dark-skinned male in a hat checking her out. Barret caught his eye and the two men engaged in a silent conversation.

‘She Asian?’ the hatted black man asked, eyes flicking at Tifa's ass.

‘No clue, brother.’

‘Got a nice, heart-shaped ass.’

‘Her tits are better. Huge.’

‘Damn. What a chick. That white brother her boyfriend?’

‘Yep. Don't worry, she's in good hands. That white boy can fuck.’

‘I bet. He's bigger than you and me combined.’

Another black male walked by pretending to be a local but in reality checking Tifa’s amazing body out. Barret caught his eye and nodded at him too. Nearly the same messages too. What was her ethnicity? Was the hung blond her boyfriend? Was he clapping her cheeks?

If there was even a one percent chance her guts hadn't been rearranged by that white cock, then god dammit, they were going for it. Alas, she was taken. Everyone whispered and leered at her but they didn't dare approach her. How could they when such a good-looking, well-equipped blond like Cloud was beside her.

Every brother figured that that dude was railing her senseless.

So while Tifa’s ass cheeks were permanently burned into the memories of horny men, she talked. “Why didn't you tell us?” Tifa asked, keeping what little calm she had left.

“Oh, come on,” Yuffie said, licking her ice cream. “I thought you guys knew! You did send me there. Scarlet’s yacht has a strict no-clothes policy.”

Tifa re-crossed her arms across her chest, pink nipples exposing for the briefest of moments, her embarrassment mixing with irritation. “Yuffie, you promised to tell us everything! That we could trust you as our scout!” 

“Hey, I went there nude, so should you. I want to say it again: you did assign me the mission.” Yuffie looked at Cloud’s flaccid dick. “I'm glad I did too~”

“Yuffie!” Tifa put her hands on her hips. “Look, this is serious! We, look, we need clothes!”

Yuffie laughed, stuck her tongue out, and then licked her ice cream seductively. Tongue wrapping around the tip, flicking to and from. Cloud…didn't get what she was doing. Tifa did and she did not look happy. 

“Okay, okay.” Yuffie stepped back, a tinge afraid of her. “You got your job done and…I’m not heartless. I’ve got some clothes for you guys… for a small favor.”

Cloud’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of favor?”

Yuffie’s grin grew wider. “I knew you’d ask! It’s nothing too difficult. See, I’ve got a part-time gig at the materia store here. Butch, the owner, hired me because he wanted an attractive woman to draw in customers.” She struck a playful pose, gesturing to herself. “Buuuut I need someone to fill in for me today.”

Tifa’s brow furrowed in suspicion. “Why can’t you do it?”

Yuffie waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not important. What is important is that I need someone, and you…” An index pointed at Tifa. “Ms. Big Tits are a more than adequate substitute.”

Tifa turned red. Barret wasn’t sure whether it was embarrassment or anger. “B-big tits!?”

“Big tits—” Yuffie pointed at Tifa, then Cloud, “big cock, and…”

She pointed at Barret and laughed.

“Little cock.”

“Why you…!” Barret wanted to just smack that smirk off her face. Especially since those black dudes were still watching and listening. Getting accused of having a tiny cock by a five-foot-two ninja chick.

But when he opened his mouth, he saw Cloud’s dick from the corner of his eye and the shame rushed again. He did have a little cock. Cloud proved it.

“It's average,” Barret ended up mumbling. His hands went to his manhood, cradling it. Seeing a pair of burly arms half her size hiding three inch cock led Yuffie to a loud giggle.

Tifa sighed, realizing they didn’t have much of a choice. She couldn’t exactly stroll around Costa del Sol in her current state, and Yuffie was their only option. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Yuffie clapped her hands together in delight. “Great! Swear on it now, all of you!”

The trio reluctantly swore, and Yuffie, looking pleased, finally tossed them the clothes she had promised. Cloud caught his swim trunks, which were decorated with cloud patterns that matched his name a little too perfectly. Tifa received a cropped overshirt with black jean-shorts, and she quickly slipped into it, grateful to have plenty to cover herself with.

Barret’s cock twitched after each piece. ‘Maybe we should have gone to town.’

But alas, Tifa covered her glorious body up. That left…

“Are you shitting me?” Barret, however, stared at the tiny piece of fabric Yuffie handed him—a black speedo.

“Nope!”

Barret held it up, his expression a mix of disbelief and resignation. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

Yuffie grinned. “Sorry, Big Guy—oh wait.” A long glance at the speedo and the cock hidden beneath. “Sorry, little guy. That’s all I got! You better get to wearing it before everyone finds out about your little problem.”

Here was the issue…as much as he wanted to switch with Cloud, he couldn’t. Because everyone knew that dick of his wasn’t fitting in the speedo.

His eyebrow twitched. With a heavy sigh, Barret put on the speedo, feeling more exposed than ever. But at least they weren’t completely naked anymore.

“Come on, Cloud. Let's go.”

Suddenly, Barret realized that Tifa got the whole package. A belt, shorts, a ribbon even. Yuffie had handed her everything she needed. 

“Wait, how come she got sandals too!?” Barret asked.

“Hey, a girl's gotta look good.”

“And guys don't?” Barret shot back.

Yuffie shrugged. “Yes?”

“I think we should get back then,” Tifa suddenly said. “Cloud?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.”

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, she latched onto his arm, giggling, and walked him elsewhere. She looked at Barret one last time and showcased the parchment between her index and middle finger. She winked at him, silently telling him, “The plans are in good hands,” before walking away with Cloud.

They were probably going to the hotel. Barret and Yuffie suddenly felt like third-wheels, standing side-by-side and just watching them leave. Yuffie was attracted to Cloud; Barret was attracted to Tifa.

“Cloud sure is hung,” Yuffie remarked.

“Uh-huh.”

“You think he's going to rail Tifa tonight?”

“...”

Yes. Hell fucking yes. The only card that could stop this whole thing was Cloud's fuckery of Scarlet—which, unfortunately, Barret swore not to tell. He had his code.

‘…and honestly, I don't want to stop them. They're good. They're good together.’

As a friend to both, Barret stepped back and watched. He imagined the amazing sex and Tifa's moans and respectfully kept it at that.

“Look at those two. Laughing and smiling. Pfft!” Yuffie ate the last of her ice cream. “Couples, am I right?”

Tifa's tight ass in those short-jeans was hot as fuck. He imagined ripping it down and stuffing her pussy with his eight inch cock. The relief from her pussy. The soft moan of her voice. Alas, dreams were only dreams. The same way Yuffie wanted to jump up and down Cloud's dick, he wanted to pound Tifa. Both were equally impossible.

Both were in the same boat.

“For the first time, I agree.”

***

Barret slammed the door of his hotel room shut behind him, a wave of relief washing over him as he finally found some privacy. The day had been a complete disaster—from the unexpected nudity on Scarlet’s yacht to the humiliating experience of wearing that tiny speedo. All he wanted now was to collapse onto his bed and forget the whole thing ever happened.

He tossed his belongings onto the dresser and stretched his massive frame, groaning as he felt the tension in his muscles. He had just begun to unwind when a soft, unmistakable sound filtered through the thin walls of his room. He froze, straining his ears, hoping he’d heard wrong.

But there it was again—moaning, low and breathy, followed by a giggle and the murmur of hushed voices.

Barret’s brow furrowed in confusion and mild irritation. “What the hell…?” He muttered, taking a cautious step closer to the wall. Pressing his ear against the plaster, the sounds became clearer, leaving no room for doubt.

“Oh, Cloud,” came a voice that was unmistakably Tifa’s, breathy and warm. “Right there… don’t stop.”

Barret’s eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. “No way…”

From the other side of the wall, Cloud’s voice rumbled, softer but distinct. “Tifa… you’re so wet…”

Barret slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the groan of disbelief that threatened to escape. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But as the minutes ticked by, it became painfully clear that the sounds were very real and very persistent.

"Mmmmh...! Cloud~"

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Barret muttered, rubbing his temples as he tried to block out the increasingly heated exchange. But it was no use; every sigh, every moan, every whispered word slipped through the walls as if they were paper-thin.

“Cloud… yes, just like that…” Tifa’s voice trembled with pleasure, and Barret could almost picture the scene playing out next door.

Cloud was fingering her and he was doing it well. Barret could faintly make out the schlaps of his fingers inside her pussy. The tight wetness and Tifa’s expression…god, he wished he was there. 

“Mm…” That hum. That purr. Tifa was definitely biting her bottom lip. I’m so naughty; all I’ve been thinking about is your cock. That time on the boat…mm, we almost got caught didn’t we?”

“But we didn’t.” Cloud’s lips were definitely touching hers, not kissing but breathing on her. His fingers were still at work, her gasps soft and stifled. “And here, we can be as loud as we want.”

Barret squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will himself to think of anything else—Marlene, his prosthetic-arm, his goddamn taxes—anything to drown out the noises from next door. But nothing worked. 

Especially when their breathing became louder, there was a loud creak of the two jumping on the bed, and a ridiculously loud moan. The type that a man earned after minutes of fucking, not immediately after sheathing your cock inside.

“Clooouuuud~! Keep fucking me like that~! Pull my hair~! Haaaahhh~!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

No doubt about it, Cloud was railing that hot babe doggy-style. He could hear the ass cheeks clapping. He could hear the creak of the bed, the way Tifa’s moaned, the low hum of Cloud’s approval, and the wet schlaps as he pistoned in and out.

“Cloud~! Cloud~! Mmmpph~! Nngggh~! Cumming~! I’m already cumming~!” 

‘Already?’ Sigh. Barret wasn’t surprised at this point. It was more like…okay, yeah, great. Good job, Mr. Big White Cock. Congrats on making a master martial artist with sick abs and huge tits cum in ten seconds. 

“Unh~! Nngggh~! Yes, yes, yes~! Mmmppph~!” Their lips were entangled, pausing those wonderful ass claps to make-out. That was the only explanation for their brief pause.

Barret imagined it. Cloud’s pelvis pressed to her booty and leaning forward while Tifa twisted her head back to kiss him. It was a hot scene.

A scene that was completely in his head. 

Ten seconds later, they started fucking again.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Cloouuuud~! Cloud~! Your cock~! Your cock is amazing~! Shho big~! Shoo big~! Soo deeeep~!” Tifa began giggling. She was most certainly meeting his thrusts head-on. “I love it when you’re this dominant, Cloud~!”

The claps became louder after that.

Barret stalked to the other side of the room, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “Ain’t no damn way this is happening… right next to me… What the hell is wrong with those two?”

The sounds continued, undeterred by his distress. 

Five minutes…

“Cummiiiing~! I’m cummiiiiinnnnnggg~!”

So loud. So obscene. So porn-like. Barret’s cock would have bursting from his pants if not for the fact that he had already emptied his balls. Like seriously, there was nothing in there.

But Cloud?

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

“Nnnnngghhhh~! Yes, yes, yes, yes~! I loooveeeee iiitttt~! I love it, Cloud~!” 

Three hours passed.

They did not stop.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Cloud and Tifa seemed to have an absurd amount of stamina, and as the hours passed, the noises didn’t let up. Barret was forced to endure every intimate moment, every shared word that left nothing to the imagination.

“Cloud… harder…!” They were kissing, stopping, probably standing. Barret imagined Cloud’s balls as they lightly pounded against her ass cheeks while he kissed. He imagined Tifa’s bouncing legs. 

“Don’t hold back…” Tifa’s voice was a sultry command, and Barret’s face burned red as he tried to suppress the image of the scene playing out just feet away from him.

“Anything for you, Tifa…” Cloud’s voice was full of affection, deep and raw, and Barret let out a long-suffering groan.

The day dragged on with more sex. So much sex that it caused Barret’s empty balls to stir. The lewd noises would generally go on for an hour or two, only pausing briefly for drinks of water before starting up again. Each time Barret thought it was finally over, the moans and soft cries resumed, as though Cloud and Tifa were in some kind of marathon.

By evening, Barret was a shell of his former self. He sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, utterly defeated. “What the hell do those two eat? Ain’t nobody got that kinda stamina… This is ridiculous…”

He could hear them again—soft giggles, a teasing remark from Tifa—

“Wow, your balls don’t empty, do they? Is it a SOLDIER thing?”

—and Cloud’s deep chuckle in response.

Barret sighed, resigning himself to his fate. “I’m never gonna get any damn sleep…”

He stared at the ceiling, praying for some kind of divine intervention that would make the sounds stop. But as the night wore on—

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! 

—it became clear that Cloud and Tifa had no intentions of slowing down.

“Is he mating pressing her…?”

Tifa wasn’t speaking coherently anymore; it was pure gibberish of animalistic love. The type that occurred when your pussy was being stretched, your womb was being explored, and balls-slapping sex was rendering your legs immobile.

You know, stuff that Barret had down to his wife, except never to this level of volume or pace. 

Barret flopped onto his bed with a groan, pulling the pillow over his head in a futile attempt to muffle the sounds. “Next time, I’m getting my own damn room… far away from these lovebirds…”

“Lvvsshhh youuuu~!” 

***

“Are they done?” Barret sighed. “They better be done.”

It was almost night at this point. The sky was dark and Costa del Sol was quiet. Barret could actually hear the shores again.

He checked his fridge and saw that he didn’t have any drinks. He sighed. “Might as well.”

Barret opened the door of his hotel room. He needed to clear his head, and a quick trip to the materia store seemed like a good excuse to stretch his legs and escape the memories of the noises coming from next door.

As he stepped into the hallway, he heard the faint creak of another door opening. He turned his head and froze in place, his breath catching in his throat.

Tifa was standing in her doorway, dressed in a pair of tiny, form-fitting booty shorts and a snug crop top that clung to her curves. Her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever, and the crop top left little to the imagination, showcasing her slim waist and the swell of her chest. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, and the dim light of the hallway highlighted her flawless skin.

Barret’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but stare, momentarily stunned by the sight before him. Tifa noticed his reaction and gave him a small, playful smile.

“Oh, Barret,” Tifa greeted him casually, as if she wasn’t aware of the effect she was having on him. “Heading out?”

Barret cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Uh, yeah… thought I’d hit up the materia store. Needed some air.”

Tifa tilted her head, her smile widening. “Mind if I join you? It’s late, and I’d rather not walk around alone. Besides,” she added with a wink, “there aren’t many people around at this hour, so I don’t have to worry about anyone staring.”

Barret nodded, trying his best to maintain eye contact despite the alluring sight before him. “Sure. Let’s go.”

They walked side by side through the quiet streets of Costa del Sol, the only sounds being the soft rustle of the ocean breeze and the occasional distant chatter from late-night revelers. Barret did his best to focus on the path ahead, but his gaze kept drifting to Tifa’s figure, specifically the way her shorts hugged her curves and how her hips swayed with each step. 

‘That is seriously one amazing ass.’ 

Following that thought, he couldn’t help but think, ‘Lucky hung bastard.’ 

The words repeated themselves as he imagined Cloud’s hand on Tifa’s waist, the way she fit so perfectly against him. It wasn’t just the fact that Cloud had Tifa by his side—it was that the man seemed to have everything, and tonight, Barret was painfully aware of just how much that included.

The secret sex in the yacht room, the railing on the railing of the yacht, and finally, the marathon in their own homes.

Fucking hell, how many creampies was that? Two at the yacht room, one at the railing, and then ten in their homes.

They reached the small, warmly lit materia store, its neon sign buzzing faintly in the quiet of the night. Barret held the door open for Tifa, trying to be a gentleman despite his mind’s constant betrayals. Tifa smiled her thanks, and as she walked past him, Barret’s eyes followed, tracing the curve of her back down to her perfectly shaped butt.

‘Lucky hung bastard,’ he thought again, the phrase looping in his head like a mantra.

Inside, the store was quiet and empty, save for one person behind the counter—Yuffie, who was leaning against the counter, flipping through a magazine and lazily blowing a bubble with her gum. She looked up when they entered, her face lighting up in recognition.

“Hey, guys! Fancy seeing you two here,” Yuffie greeted them with her usual chipper tone. “Buuut today isn’t the day, you know.”

“I know,” Tifa replied. “I’m here to buy.”

“Then please, buy ahead. Oh, but this isn’t on the house.”

Barret waved her off. “Yeah, yeah.”

Barret made his way to the small refrigerator in the corner of the store, pulling out several cocktail bottles. His arms were huge so he could carry up to ten. He walked up to the counter and placed them down, giving Yuffie a nod.

“I’ll take these things,” he grunted, pulling out some gil.

Yuffie rang up the bottles, and as Barret handed her the money, he couldn’t help but notice Tifa pushing a whole cart and walking to the back of the store, where the “personal items” were stocked. He watched as she perused the shelves, eventually picking up a box of—

‘Condoms.’ Another weary sigh. ‘Of course.’ 

When Tifa returned to the counter, she placed the first item from her cart down, her face calm and collected. Barret glanced at the item, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he read the label: 

XXXL condoms. 

‘XXXL!? Are you fucking with me!? How big…god dammit! That lucky hung bastard!’ 

Barret wished he could comment or joke but couldn’t. Remember that cart that Tifa was carrying? Guess what. Tifa didn’t put in one or two or three boxes of XXXL condoms. 

She took everything the store had.

Every XXXL and every XXL condom. Anything that was extra-large, she tossed into the cart. 

‘That’s more than I’ve used in my life!’

Yuffie’s eyes widened in interest as she looked between the cart and the increasing number of condoms Tifa was putting out. Five, seven, ten, twelve…

‘Just how many is she planning on using!?’ 

Without a shred of subtlety, Yuffie asked, “Damn, Tifa, just how big are Cloud’s balls? What are they made of?”

Barret nearly choked on the air, his mind reeling. It was like Yuffie had pulled the thoughts right out of his head and voiced them for the world to hear.

Tifa’s cheeks turned a bright shade of red, her calm demeanor cracking as she avoided eye contact. “Yuffie!” she hissed, clearly flustered. “Just hurry up and ring it up, please.”

Yuffie, grinning from ear to ear, didn’t miss a beat as she rang up all the purchases, all while giggling like it was the funniest thing she’d heard all day. She bagged everything up. Barret counted ten of them.

Luckily, Tifa being the strong woman she was, required no help carrying them. 

“You two have fun tonight,” she said with a knowing look.

Tifa reddened and mumbled out a “Thanks”, quickly turning to leave the store.

Barret followed, his mind still spinning from Yuffie’s comment and Tifa’s absurd number of purchases. As they walked back to the hotel, the silence between them was thick with unspoken thoughts. Barret couldn’t shake the image of the XXXL condoms from his mind.

Like seriously Cloud? You not only had to have a big dick, amazing orgasmic fingers, but you also could fuck all fucking day like an animal in heat?

“Leave some for us,” Barret muttered. 

By the time they reached their rooms, Barret was more than ready to end the night. He turned to Tifa, trying to muster a casual tone despite the wild thoughts racing in his mind. “Uh, night, Tifa.”

Tifa, still looking a bit embarrassed, gave him a small smile. “Goodnight, Barret. And… thanks for walking with me.”

Barret nodded, offering her a quick, reassuring grin. “Anytime.”

As he entered his room and shut the door behind him, Barret leaned against it, letting out a long sigh. He stared up at the ceiling, shaking his head as the image of Cloud and Tifa together flashed through his mind once more.

The six-foot-five Barret collapsed onto his bed, hoping that sleep would take him quickly and grant him some much-needed peace from the strange and unexpected events of the night.

But he knew the future. He knew what Tifa was up to. Those condoms weren’t to show off, they were about to be filled and abused. 

Barret lay sprawled on his bed, staring up at the ceiling of his hotel room. The events of the day, the awkward encounter at the materia store, and Yuffie’s unfiltered comment all churned in his mind like a storm he couldn’t escape. But beneath all that, something else gnawed at him, something that had been there ever since he set foot on that damn beach earlier.

Cloud... The name echoed in his thoughts, and with it came a flood of mixed emotions.

Barret had always seen himself as a strong man. A leader. He was the one people looked up to, the one who stood his ground and protected what mattered most. His towering frame, rippling muscles, and battle-hardened scars were proof of that. He was a force to be reckoned with, and he knew it.

But Cloud... Cloud was different.

He was younger, leaner, and had those boyish good looks that made women turn their heads. Even now, Barret could see it. Tifa, Yuffie, even Aerith—they all had a soft spot for Cloud. It wasn’t just about his strength; it was about who he was, about how people seemed to gravitate toward him without him even trying.

And then there was today. That beach. That moment when Barret’s confidence took a hit in a way he hadn’t expected.

Barret thought back to how it felt, standing there naked in the open, the sun beating down on him. Cloud wasn’t taller than him, wasn’t stronger than him; Cloud was... well, he was hung. Barret had seen it, everyone on that damn beach had seen it. It was like a goddamn flag waving in the breeze, and Barret couldn’t help but feel a knot of envy twist in his gut.

‘Here I am,’ he thought bitterly, ‘all this muscle, all this power, and this skinny white boy outshines me in the one area a man’s supposed to have pride in.’

He could see it in Tifa’s eyes, the way she looked at Cloud. Sure, she respected Barret, cared about him even. But the way she looked at Cloud was different—there was something deeper there. It was the way his own wife looked at him.

All of a sudden, he missed her.

But then he recalled that his wife loved big cocks and that she should have been the first to drop to her knees to service the white boy.

“God dammit.”

Cloud was a goddamn hero, the kind of guy people looked up to not because he was big or strong, but because he had that unshakable resolve, that drive to keep going no matter what. People loved him for that. Hell, he respected Cloud for that.

But respect didn’t erase the envy. It didn’t make him feel any less inferior.

Barret’s thoughts drifted back to Tifa at the materia store, her holding the stacks of XXXL condoms like it was the most normal thing in the world. And here he was, trying to figure out how he even measured up to a guy like Cloud.

Tifa saw a man who could protect her, who could stand by her side and face anything. And, apparently, a man who could satisfy her in ways Barret could only imagine.

Barret stared at the ceiling,. He thought about how different his life had been, how he had to fight for every inch of respect, every ounce of strength. And then there was Cloud, who seemed to have it all handed to him—looks, power, women who adored him, and a huge cock. It was infuriating and, deep down, it hurt more than Barret was willing to admit.

He sighed deeply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Ain’t no use thinkin’ like this...” he muttered, but the thoughts wouldn’t go away. He could try to brush it off, could try to ignore it, but it was always there, lurking in the back of his mind.

He recalled the various sex scenes. Him creampieing Tifa the first time. Him railing Tifa in front of the yacht VIPs. Him destroying Scarlet’s pussy to the point of no return.

The session with Scarlet was what really stuck in his head. Cloud did what Barret could not. He did what Barret wished he could do in his dreams.

For that, well…he owed him. As inferior as he felt, Barret owed that white boy. 

A bitter laugh escaped him. “Welp…go get ‘em, Cloud. Not like I can stop you.”

Barret sat up, looking out the window at the darkened coastline. Maybe he’d never be the man Cloud was, maybe he’d always feel like he was standing in his shadow. But that didn’t mean he was going to let it stop him from being who he was, from doing what he needed to do.

“I’m me,” Barret told himself. “And that’s gotta be enough.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck! CLOOOOUUUD~! CLOUUUUUD~! I LOVE YOUUUU~!”

Then the lewd noises began anew.

Barret sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fucking hell…” But then a smile worked its way up his face. “Hey, wait, she’s admitting she loves him. Nice going, Cloud.”

Night was at its peak. Hopefully they would be finished by then.

***

They weren’t.

Somehow, they fucked all through the night.

Barret got a couple hours of sleep. Somehow. 

The room was dark as Barret lay in bed, his eyes closed as he feigned sleep. He could hear the passionate moans of Tifa. Without fault, Cloud was giving it to her good. 

Then again, what else did Barret expect from a dude that had a ten inch flaccid cock with balls nearing the size of his fists.

The sounds of their lovemaking intensified. Barret's breath quickened. He could picture it perfectly in his mind: Cloud, with his blond hair and calm demeanor, but with a ferocious hunger when he pounded her doggy-style. From what Barret could tell, it was favourite. He could see Tifa’s ass cheeks ripple while also being able to grope them when he placed himself on top of her.

Then there was Tifa. Honestly, he was better off just seeing her in-person rather than imagining her. Nothing in his mind could match up to her glorious figure glistening with sweat, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she took all of Cloud's enormous length.

Sticking her tongue out. Having her eyes rolled back.

Getting fucked so hard that no other man could lay any territory in her whatsoever.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!  

Barret's hand unconsciously wandered down to his growing erection. He massaged his thick, black cock through his boxers, feeling it pulse with anticipation. He could hear Tifa's cries becoming more desperate, begging for Cloud to fuck her harder.

How had they not stopped? Because they were motherfucking Cloud Strife and Tifa Lockhart, that was why.

"Unh~! Ngggh~! Gssshkkk~!” Tifa’s lips were dripping in saliva. Her eyes must have been misty, her brain mushed from all the raw dicking Cloud gave her. 

Cloud grunted in response, his balls slapping against Tifa's ass as he pounded into her. The couple were rather quiet. It appeared that their voices had been drained. All that was left was the sex. 

The tight pussy that clung to Cloud like a vice. 

The cock that kissed Tifa’s womb like a lover.

They were perfect for each other. That much, Barret could visualize.

Then the clapping stopped.

Barret knew what was cumming. He heard a grunt from Cloud and a soft moan from Tifa.

“There it is…” Barret murmured, his hand jerking his semi-erect cock. 

Cloud and Tifa shared gasps.

And with that, Cloud unleashed his torrent of cum deep into Tifa's waiting cunt. She moaned loudly as she felt his thick, warm cum shooting against her walls. A minute long climax where Cloud clung onto her hips, sighed, and nutted.

Barret predicted hundreds of men wished they were in Cloud’s positions, nutting inside the illustrious cunt of Tifa Lockhart, himself included.

Barret expected this to be the end. The sun was rising after all.

But to Barret's surprise, their session wasn't over. He heard Cloud withdraw from Tifa, his balls making a sticky sound as they separated from her body.

"Cloud…” Tifa panted and gasped. “I want more, baby. I need your cock again.”

Barret's eyes snapped open at her words. He was rock hard now, his precum dampening his boxers. ‘She still wants more!?’ His other hand continued to stroke his length, slowly at first, but then with increasing urgency. ‘Man, Tifa is one horny chick.’

“So many years…” Tifa murmured. “We didn’t talk or meet for yours. Today, this whole day…is to make up for that.”

There was a shift. They moved.

"Get on your knees, Tifa," Cloud commanded, breathing heavily. "I want my cock cleaned. I'm going to fuck your pretty little face now."

Oh. Oh, wow. 

The hours of sex must have been getting to him—because Cloud sounded way different right now. 

'I guess he picked something up from his time with Scarlet. God damn.'

Barret could hear the lust in Cloud's voice, and he imagined Tifa obediently getting down on her knees, smirking as she opened her mouth wide. Cloud stood, twelve inches of cock stretching out, his massive cock throbbing towards her lips.

"Clean it," Cloud said without much emotion. "Wrap your lips around my shaft and clean it all."

Tifa wasted no time in complying, taking Cloud's cockhead into her warm mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Four inches, five inches, seven inches, eight inches—

‘Fuck, that’s my limit.’ 

But not Cloud’s. Tifa kept going, kept deep-throating, kept cleaning.

"That's it. Take it deep. Clean it all up.”

Barret bit his lip as he listened to Tifa gag slightly as she took more of Cloud's length. Her saliva dripped down his shaft, making lewd, wet sounds as she bobbed her head up and down. Tifa was cleaning up his cock—or at least tried to. One of Cloud's hands gripped the back of her head, guiding her pace as the other hand stroked the base of his cock, making sure she didn't miss an inch.

She withdrew.

All those inches, all that cock, Barret could only imagine.

“Was that good enough, Mr. SOLDIER?” Tifa teased.

Barret could practically hear Cloud’s smirk. “Definitely."

"That was new," Tifa said with a little smirk. "I guess our little show back there wasn't for nothing. I can't imagine you doing that before."

"Really?" Cloud smirked back. "The real question is…are you ready for more?”

“I didn’t train my ass just to quit at round seventy-two.”

Round seventy-two!? Huh!? What!?

Then Barret heard it. The bed creaking from Cloud's weight and Tifa crawling onto Cloud’s lap and dropping onto his cock. Tifa cried out in delight, her head falling forward as she surrendered to the pleasure. Cloud grabbed her hips and began to move, slowly at first, but then with increasing fervor.

"Mmph...! Yes, yes, yes~!"

Barret was lost in his own world, his fingers gripping his shaft as he listened to the smacking sounds of Cloud's cock and balls slamming up into Tifa's ass. They were sitting and fucking. Tifa’s legs wrapped around Cloud’s waist, lips and eyes closed.

Over the little sleep he got, Barret’s balls filled themselves up. Already, he could feel his own orgasm building.

"Unh~! Nnggh~! My tight little pussy is all yours," Tifa whispered. Barret’s ear was pressed to the wall, listening and jerking himself off.

He could hear it. He could hear Cloud’s fingers moving down to squeeze that heart-shaped ass of hers.

Barret grunted. Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!

Cloud grunted. Thrust, thrust, thrust. This peaceful fuck was a nice change of pace. It was loving and slow and very much intended to be the final one. “I'm not gonna last long,” Cloud muttered.

"Cum for me, Cloud," Tifa moaned. "One last time, fill my pussy up again. I want to feel your hot cum leaking out of me."

Barret grunted in rhythm with Cloud’s thrusts. 

Cloud grunted as he reached his peak, his body stiffening as he released another massive load into Tifa's waiting cunt. She gasped, her own orgasm rippling through her body as she felt Cloud's cum coating her insides. Barret heard every little continuing gasp and moan.

Tifa sounded so pretty.

Barret’s cock throbbed emptily. 

Cloud’s cock pumped her womb full of his cum.

As their breathing slowed, as Cloud and Tifa began to make-out, Barret realized that he had not cum yet. His cock was rock hard, throbbing with pent-up desire. He had no idea how long he had been stroking himself, but his need for release was intense.

“Mmm…”

Next door, Cloud and Tifa kissed, lying in each other's arms, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Finally, after nearly sixteen hours, they were heading to sleep.

An eight inch black cock remained twitchy and unsatisfied.

In other words, Barret had inadvertently listened to Cloud and Tifa fuck all day and night. Even saw the chick buy condoms for her lover boy.

Barret sighed. As much as he wanted to cum, he deserved better. He deserved to cum inside a woman, not jerking off to a white dude cumming inside his girl.