"Chrysallis", Jenova/Hojo; Final Fantasy VII
Title: Chrysallis Author: derestissilence Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Pairing: Jenova/Hojo Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1,030 Warnings: Jenova and Tentacles. Notes: This is set pre-Jenova Project, and so some brief liberties are taken with setting and action. It shouldn't take away from the story, though. Recipient: sharkcowsheep Happy V-Day!
If anyone dared to ask him what had happened, he'd blame it on the fumes. Or perhaps the few shots of tequila Gast had lined up for them earlier that evening. But as he closed his eyes and relived the evening's events, he knew it wasn't either of those things that had caused this to transpire.
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Gast had gone a bit overboard with the festivities, and the liquor had flowed freely. Hojo wasn't one to drink much, but admittedly he had taken a few shots of tequila before collapsing on the couch and glaring at everyone over the rim of his glasses whilst the senior scientist made a fool of himself. He was disgusted by all of the obscenities occurring around him, but it was when the turk started ogling his Lucrecia that he decided he had to escape the madness. He retreated down the secret staircase on the second floor into the basement laboratories. With the party occuring upstairs at the Shinra Manor, the labs were completely deserted and dark, save for a few glowing tanks of gaseous mako. One of these tanks contained an important specimen, one that would be moved into the heart of the Nibelheim reactor as soon as it was feasible to do so. He smiled softly, the pale light of the tanks casting a greenish glow upon his skin that made him look more sickly than he usually was. Jenova was the pride and joy of the Shinra Science Department of Biological Studies. Silver strands of hair flowed gracefully around her blue-skinned form. She wore a temporary crown-plate, in place of the one that would be fixed permanently upon her head once they transferred her over to the reactor. The armor was only partially completed- her wings and arms were still exposed, and some fool had managed to crack the death-mask that she wore. He opened the tank and examined the crack. It had taken him hours of work to perfect that mask, and now some brat had the nerve to touch it and wreck it like this--
"Hojo."
He paused, mid-thought, looking around. He was still alone.
"Hojo."
Or was he? There was... no it couldn't be.
"It is."
He looked at Jenova, her eyes glowing at him through the holes in the mask.
"Come to me, Hojo. Remove my mask and gaze upon my face. See all that is and all that could be."
There was something about the hypnotic voice resonating in his head that made him want to obey. He gently removed the mask, his eyes transfixed upon that perfect face. He was so mesmerized that he did not even notice that the door to the tank closed behind him, locking him in with Jenova. All that he knew was that he saw eternity in her face, and glory, and his name written upon the walls and told and retold in myth and legend.
"Yes, for I am all that is, and was, and will be. I am your beginning and your end. Who could love you as I can?"
He did not resist when the lab coat slipped from around his shoulders, nor when his shirt was unbuttoned and opened. He closed his eyes, letting Jenova do what she willed with him. Hands- and were those tentacles?- slipped over his skin, teasing him, caressing him. In his mind, images of her holding him, crooning to him, flashed bright. Beads of sweat dotted his skin as his body reacted to her gentle, wandering touch.
"Yessss... surrender to me... surrender all to me... I will love you as no other can..."
Something cool and slick slid down his boxers, caressing his balls, and he groaned. He couldn't recall when he had taken off his pants, but that was a trivial matter at the moment. His hands moved as if on their own to her breasts, massaging them, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The moan that this elicited from her sent shivers down his spine, nerve endings tingling with delight. It was almost as if she was inside him, inside his mind, teasing him inside and out.
"Belong to me. Be mine, puppet. Submit to me and I will show you delights that you have never known."
He couldn't exactly say no to her, what with her tendrils curled around his cock, and so he submitted to her pleasures, letting her guide his cock inside her. And gaia, she was tight and sweet and all the things that a woman should be, and he couldn't hold back his cry of pleasure. His arms wound around her and she embraced him in serpent coils, invading him. She touched him in places and ways he never could have expected, and he gasped as a wandering tendril slipped up his ass, mimicking his thrusts. He rocked back and forth, fucking her as she fucked him. He didn't know what was up or down, or what was right or wrong. At that moment, he frankly didn't care, wrapped so completely in sensual pleasures as he was. He didn't want this to end, even as he felt tension building up inside his form like a wound up spring. He wanted, he lusted, he was all with Jenova.
When she came around him, clamping in waves like a vice around his cock, he couldn't hold back. Something snapped inside him, white-hot fire burning through every nerve ending in his body and he screamed in pleasure as he spilled his seed inside her.
As he came down from this high, she cooed and whispered sweet nothings, promises of a time and a place that were never to be, of a son and fame and his name echoed through time.
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It was five hours and a few sexual liasons later that he finally had shocked himself back into reality, soaking up the implications of what he had just done. As she laughed inside his head and promised to treat their son with the same tenderness, he sank against the desk. It was the tequila, he would claim, and nothing more.