0 comments/ 3668 views/ 0 favorites New Blood Ch. 01 By: Firewolfdt Disclaimer 1: I do not own Final Fantasy or any of the characters with the exception of Kerri, and she would not exist without the world SquareEnix created. I did not write this story for profit. Disclaimer 2: This story contains an original female character. If you're a FFVII purist, don't read any further. If you're here just for the smut, then you're in the right place! ********************* Chapter One Reno entered Tseng's office without knocking and sprawled in the chair facing the desk. "So, Tseng, I hear you found a new recruit," he said. Tseng glanced up from his paperwork for a moment. "You heard correctly. She will be here this evening." Reno propped his feet on Tseng's desk; Tseng promptly pushed them off. Not put out of countenance, the redhead grinned. "Is she pretty?" he asked. Tseng sighed. "What difference does that make? She's coming here to do a job, not to be your personal entertainment." Reno looked hurt, an expression that didn't fool his superior in the slightest. "I was just curious, yo. We don't get a new member every day, you know." "Would you be in here fishing for information if the new recruit had been male?" "Hell, no!" Reno replied, laughing. "So tell me, is she pretty?" Realizing he wouldn't be left in peace until he answered Reno's questions, Tseng pushed his paperwork aside and folded his hands. "Yes, I suppose she is pretty. She's a skilled fighter and very intelligent, and also very young, only nineteen." The younger Turk's eyes lit up at this information. Tseng tried to ignore this and continued, "Her name is Kerri. Elena and Rude will be in charge of her training. You, Reno, will treat her with respect. I do not want to lose her because you've broken her heart." "Hey, what makes you think..." Reno began, but Tseng cut him off quickly. "How many secretaries have quit because of your involvement with them?" he asked. "I never made them any promises, yo. It's not my fault if they expect more than a little fun." Reno frowned. "All the same, I'm telling you now that she's not someone who can be replaced the next day if she leaves." "So, you're pretty much telling me who I can fuck now, huh?" Reno said, his temper flaring, trying to provoke an argument. Tseng didn't rise to the bait. "No. I'm asking you to finally show some...restraint. Give her a chance to settle in, at least," Tseng answered. "Surely that's not too much for you to handle. You can't possibly be that lonely for a woman's...company." As Tseng had hoped, it was the right thing to say. The anger left Reno's eyes and he laughed. "Nah, I'm not lonely. What I am is bored, yo. I think I might enjoy a little challenge." He rose, unfolding his lanky body from the chair. "Later, Tseng," he said, giving him a little wave as he left the room. Tseng put his hands over his face for a moment. He sincerely hoped Kerri would be able to stand up to Reno when he was on the prowl. ***** Kerri's heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest as the car approached Shin-Ra Headquarters. She still couldn't shake the feeling that it was all a huge mistake, or even worse, a joke. This despite several meetings with Tseng, who didn't seem like the type to make mistakes or play jokes. She'd been so sure he would choose one of the other Academy students, someone stronger and more skilled than she. When Elena had come the last time to talk to her instead of Tseng, Kerri had been sure it was to tell her she hadn't been chosen. Instead, Elena had shook her hand with a smile and said, "Welcome to the Turks." "Why me?" Kerri had stupidly blurted out, then mentally kicked herself. Elena had laughed. "I know what you're thinking, that there are students here more skilled than you. But Tseng didn't make his decision based solely on skill and strength. He chose the person he thought would best fit in with the rest of us. We have to be close, be able to trust each other, to survive." A hint of darkness had crossed the blond's pretty features at these words. It was common knowledge that Elena and Tseng had been captured two years ago by the Mako brothers; Kerri knew that the memory must be the cause of that expression. It was quickly wiped away, however, and Elena's smile returned. The rest of her visit was spent discussing Kerri's move to Shin-Ra's new headquarters. Kerri learned that though not as large or as fine than the building that had been destroyed, Shin-Ra's new headquarters boasted some new additions, such as an entire floor of apartments just below Rufus Shinra's own penthouse quarters, though currently only four were occupied. It also contained a basement sparring room so the elite group could keep their skills honed. After the events of two years ago, Rufus was more reliant than ever on Tseng, Elena, Reno, and Rude, and more grateful for their loyalty than he could put into words. So, typical of Rufus, he showed his gratitude in a material fashion. He had dedicated himself to finding new sources of power, as he refused to use the Lifestream any longer. In this he had been very successful, as in anything he put his mind to. Of course, his success had earned him new enemies. Terrorist groups who thought Rufus could have better used his money to rebuild Edge before rebuilding the Shin-Ra headquarters. These groups ignored the fact that Rufus had set up several organizations dedicated to help the poor of Edge. The most dangerous of these called themselves GALEFORCE. Their frequent attempts at sabotage and assassination attempts on Shin-Ra executives were a constant source of worry to Rufus. Worrying enough to cause him to want to add another member to the ranks of the Turks, who were overworked already. "And that's where you come in," Elena said. "Rude and I will be training you, both in combat and office work." The blond wrinkled her nose at this, and Kerri laughed. Obviously Elena didn't care for paperwork. "So, that's about it. We'll send a car for you tomorrow evening. Have your things packed and they will be sent to your new apartment. We're looking forward to having you join us." "Thank you," Kerri said, shaking Elena's hand again. She waited until the blond left the conference room before heading to her dormitory. She looked around to make sure the hallway was deserted before doing a little dance of joy, twirling around and hugging herself. Her dream had come true. She was a Turk! ***** "Miss? Miss?" Kerri looked up, startled. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn't even realized that she had arrived, that the driver was holding the door open waiting for her. "I'm sorry," she murmured, taking the driver's offered hand and getting out of the car. She stared at the building's entrance for a moment, browbeating herself for feeling so intimidated. She was a Turk now, wasn't she? She certainly didn't feel much like one yet, however. "Will that be all, Miss?" the driver asked, clearly impatient to be on his way. "Oh, yes. Thank you." "Have a good day," he said as he got back into the car and drove away. Kerri watched him leave, a part of her wishing she could jump back into the car and go back to her familiar life at the Academy. Then the steel in her, and there was a good deal of it, rose up. That life was over. She was no coward, and she'd made her choice. She was a Turk now, and the sooner she started acting like one, the sooner she'd start feeling like one. Lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders, she marched into her new life. She was glad to see Tseng sitting in the lobby waiting for her when she entered. He stood and came forward to meet her. "Welcome to Shin-Ra, Kerri," he said. "Glad to have you here." "I'm very glad to be here, sir," she replied. She took the arm he offered and allowed him to lead her to the elevator. Once on board, he said, "First, President Rufus is sir. To my teammates, I'm Tseng." She nodded, and he continued. "Your things have been delivered to your new apartment already. However, we have a few matters to take care of first. Paperwork, for one. For another, I'd like you to meet the rest of your new colleagues. You've already met Elena, that leaves Rude and Reno." "I'm looking forward to it si...Tseng." "Hmm. So is Reno," he remarked. To the puzzled look she gave him, he said only, "You'll see." The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. Tseng led her down a hallway into a good-sized lounge, equipped with a small kitchenette, a round dining table, and several comfortable looking couches and chairs. Her heart sped up when she saw the two Turks she hadn't previously met were there. Rude, a tall, muscular bald man, was standing against the wall and listening to Reno, who was lounging on one of the couches. His hair, an improbable shade of red was easily brightest thing in the room. Their attention shifted to her when she and Tseng entered. Rude's neutral expression never changed, he just gave her a nod. Reno, on the other hand, had no qualms about looking her over from head to foot. The slow smile that he gave her then brought a blush to her cheeks. She had first seen Reno when she joined the Academy, and had thought him quite handsome then, but she had never been in such close proximity to him. The man exuded sensuality when he smiled like that, and what was more, he knew it, if the cocky tilt of his head was any indication. "Kerri, meet Rude and Reno. Gentlemen, this is our new recruit, Kerri." She noticed that Tseng's introduction didn't mention her last name, further proof that she was now one of them. Kerri smiled and murmured hello. Rude merely nodded again, but Reno rose from the sofa and came forward to take her hand, caressing her wrist with his thumb. Kerri felt butterflies in her stomach at the contact and strove to hide how he had affected her. It wasn't professional. "Kerri," he said in a voice that could be described no other way than seductive. His eyes held hers, she couldn't look away. "I'm very happy that we'll be working together." His eyes dropped to her body again, though her Academy dress uniform wasn't the least bit revealing. She had heard that Reno was a ladies' man. Apparently the rumors were true. She would have to be careful of this one. Tseng sighed. "Reno." he said warningly. The redhead grinned and finally released Kerri's hand. Without the contact, Kerri was able to think a bit more clearly, at least until he winked at her and said, "Your pulse is racing. Are you nervous?" Kerri's face flamed, and Reno looked delighted at this, which in turn made it worse. He's a skirt-chaser, she told herself, but this didn't help. Unexpectedly Rude came to her rescue. "Of course she's nervous, Reno. So were you on your first day, remember? Should I tell her about a few of your mistakes?" "Aw, come on, Rude. Don't make me look bad, yo. Can't you see I'm trying to make a good impression here?" Reno grinned at his partner. "Besides, I know a few embarrassing stories about you I could share." Rude only snorted and looked at Kerri. "Pleased to have you aboard. Try to ignore the resident idiot." Kerri couldn't keep from laughing, which caused her to miss the flare of lust in Reno's eyes at the sound. New Blood Sam's hand abandoned her tit, sliding down her side and across her back to cup and squeeze her arse. His mouth took its place, his tongue circling the nipple, lightly nipping it with is teeth before engulfing it and sucking hard. She felt like her whole tit was on fire. She moaned and bucked, pushing more of her tit into his face. The sensation was so good it hurt, sparks flying through her body to join the building fire between her legs. It was so good. It was too much. It wasn't enough. Her hands flew to his, pulling them away so she could get to her knickers and drag them down her legs and out of the way. Then her hips ground down on his hands, returning them to their task, now so much easier. Sam's fingers slid across her wet slit, teasing, tickling. His tongue echoed those movements on her tit. Her body completely took over, bucking and squirming under him. The fire was building within her, the tension making her hold her breath as she desperately sought release at his touch. He increased the tempo of his fingers and she stiffened under him, crying out as a kaleidoscope of colours burst across her vision, her mind scattered into a million pieces and heat flooded her body. Sam pulled back to study the result of all his work. She leaned limply against him, the tremors gradually subsiding, breathing heavily. With wonder in her eyes, she looked up at him. "That was amazing," she sighed. "But please tell me it was only the entree." His dark eyes were serious. "Oh yes, little one, there is more." As she watched, she could see the fire build up in his eyes to engulf them, the lusty need etched on his face as he leaned in to her face. "So much more." He stopped, inches from her and something flickered across his features. Lust was replaced by an awful strained expression as he pulled away from her. His face seemed molten as first lusty need then pained denial fought for supremacy of expression. She watched as he fought with himself, his beautiful sensual hands clenched into fists, his face twisting with the strain, the muscles flexing in his chest. Convulsively he grabbed her to him, burying his face in her neck. "I've got to have you." Then he pushed her away, panting: "No. No." Once more, she rocked on her heels, just beyond his reach watching his torment, wondering at its cause. She could see his desire was still strong. For some reason she couldn't begin to fathom, Sam's mind was trying to deny what his body desperately wanted. His body wanted her. It needed her. She could see it. And she wanted him. She wanted him so badly. She ached deep inside with the need. That was enough for her. Sam's body was rigid, his eyes tight shut. She darted forward, grabbed those white briefs that were threatening to strangle him and pulled them down his legs till they came to rest against the ropes still binding his ankles together. His member sprang free, pulsing. His eyes flew open and lust burned back at her as he grabbed her and pulled her up to sit on his thighs. He thrust one hand between her legs and his fingers probed her clit and beyond. "Got to have you, got to have you now," he muttered as he slid two fingers inside her, his hips thrusting along with his fingers. She ground down as the long fingers probed deep inside her, rocking her hips back and forward: "Oh, yes. Take me. I need you inside me." She could feel his member twitching and pulsing against her belly. He growled deep in his throat and pulled the fingers out, effortlessly lifting her by the hips and bringing her down onto him. She cried out as the rock hardness spread her, his hips thrusting up to meet her as he pulled her onto him. She felt his balls slap her arse, the hair tickling her arsehole, his whole cock rammed inside her in one thrust, forcing the air from her lungs. It was too much. Much too much. She tried to rise up off him, to give herself breathing room and a chance to adjust and accommodate him. But he held her firm, humping his hips, thrusting even deeper into her. This time, her cry was cut off by his mouth engulfing hers. The kiss was hard and rough and his lips seemed to burn, his tongue sizzled in her mouth. She returned the kiss hungrily, slurping at his hot tongue, running a hand through his shaggy hair, trying to build her own desire to match his, to relax and enjoy the ride. But the pain of being stretched too far too fast remained. She cried as he began thrusting, hard and fast into her, his hips bouncing her into the air to crash back down on him, his hands on her hips adding force to her downward motion. His mouth remained locked over hers. Then he felt the tears. He held her face in his hands, still humping into her, dumbstruck at her expression. "It hurts. God. Please. Stop," she sobbed into his shoulder. The agonising motion ceased, but he didn't pull out, leaving the throbbing overstretched feeling. He stroked her face. "I thought you wanted it." "I did. I do." She moaned. "Just too much. Too fast. Give me time to adjust." He cuddled her to him, stroking her hair, wiping the tears away, gently running his fingers across her body. Slowly her body relaxed and then began to respond again. When he felt the change he gently manoeuvred them around, lying her on her back and beginning to rock slowly back and forth, easing in and out of her just a little. Sam was shuddering with the effort of keeping under control, she could feel the tension in him as he maintained the gentle movements, slowly increasing the length of movement without increasing the speed. Now he was easing all the way out till just the head split her lips and then slowly pushing all the way back in. After the horrible start, this was just divine. Responding to the gentle treatment, she began hitching her hips in time with his, softly sighing and moaning, increasing the tempo, running her fingernails lightly across his nipples. Then she reached up and kissed and sucked at his neck He hitched and growled, his hips now thrusting out of control, deep into her. This time it felt good, oh so very good as he slammed in and out of her. He kissed her, hard and needy, his hands squeezing and kneading her tits. She squirmed and whimpered, as a new sensation flooded her. She was burning. A searing pain arched through her. Her pussy felt like it was being stretched and fried by molten steel as he throbbed larger and thrust hotter and harder. His hands gripped her ever tighter to him. Then he released her mouth and he threw his head back groaning, humping harder and faster into her. His face was a mask of pure feral animal lust, his eyes burning holes of need. His lips were curled back into a snarl, his beautiful teeth seemed to have morphed and multiplied, filling his mouth with twisted, uneven points. She panicked, battering his chest with her hands, trying to escape, throwing her head back and shrieking. He easily captured her hands in one of his and pinned her beneath him, then silenced her screams with a hand over her mouth. He pulled out of her, his burning pole resting between her thighs. He looked at her. The lust and need were still etched on his face, but he set his features in the cast of a reasonable man. "Shh, No one will come to save you. They locked you in here with me, remember?" He gently brushed the hair off her face. His voice dropped, deep and husky, near her ear. "I can take you, or you can give yourself to me. But I will have you. We might as well have a little fun." As he spoke he rubbed his chest across her nipples and rubbed his cock between her thighs, dry humping her. He put his tongue in her ear, and licked around it, sucking on the earlobe. She whimpered under his hand, feeling her body betray her, her nipples hardening again, her hips rocking against his cock, desperately trying to get it back inside her, her head nuzzling his mouth. His mouth left her ear and jumped to her tit, licking, caressing and sucking it. Her back arched and she moaned. He took his hand away from her mouth and released her hands. One flew to caress his hair, the other to between her legs, trying to lead his cock into her. "Wait," he said, taking her hand and placing it on the tit he had just vacated. He sat her up again, resting her across his thighs, his cock still between her legs, pulsing against her wet, welcoming opening. He was panting, his excitement almost overwhelming. She gasped. The tension within her threatened to explode. She needed him inside her, but she knew what he needed. She knew what she had to give him. Looking straight into those strange dark, lusty eyes, she turned her head to one side, presenting her neck to him. He stared, mesmerised at the sight of her pulse, throbbing on that clear sweet flesh. His eyes glazed over and his mouth dropped open as he leaned forward. His hips jerked and he thrust into her as his mouth closed over her neck and he bit down. She flinched as his teeth dug into her neck, but there was no pain. As he commenced sucking a burst of pure pleasure poured from her neck down her body to meet the pleasure rising from her pussy as he drove into her. The two met and burst in her belly, the rainbow of colour returned and she bucked and moaned, twitching beneath him. She felt his rhythm change and felt the heat of his seed gush into her from far away as she drifted on a cloud of ecstasy. He barely noticed the loss of his seed, his pleasure coming from the pulsing of her blood as he fed. He tasted the sweetness as she came and delighted in the warmth of her body. He held her to him until she was still and the blood no longer flowed, then gently lay her aside. He pulled his briefs back up his legs and settled down against the pole, knowing the two who made him would return to release him.