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When he comes to again, he realizes that Sephiroth has removed the tail from his body. He’s still gaping from the chest, but the bleeding seems to have slowed down. 
当他再次醒来时，他意识到塞菲罗斯已经从他身上取下了尾巴。他的胸口仍然张开，但出血似乎已经减慢了。

Sephiroth’s cock is still inside of him. 
塞菲罗斯的鸡巴还在他体内。

Cloud trembles uncontrollably. How long has he been out? How many times has Sephiroth violated him? He feels stuffed to bursting of sticky wetness, impossibly full in his ass. His stomach is distended and swollen, and Sephiroth’s body is cupped around him, in a pitiful imitation of spooning lovers. 
云不受控制地颤抖。他出去多久了？塞菲罗斯侵犯了他多少次？他觉得自己被塞满了粘稠的湿气，屁股里不可能地饱满。他的肚子膨胀肿胀，塞菲罗斯的身体被搂在他身边，可怜兮兮地模仿着用勺子舀的恋人。

He feels bile rise through him. 
他感觉到胆汁在他身上升起。

“Please,” Cloud begs.  “求求你了，”克劳德恳求道。

Sephiroth strokes his shaking arm. “You’re back here again,” he says kindly.
Sephiroth抚摸着他颤抖的手臂。“你又回来了，”他和蔼地说。

“Please, no more.”  “求求你了，不要再这样了。”

He feels grateful for the way Sephiroth’s limp cock slips out of Cloud’s loose, brutalized asshole. Shame is the only thing he feels right now, and Sephiroth is eager to drive the nail into his coffin.
他很感激塞菲罗斯软绵绵的鸡巴从克劳德松散、残酷的屁眼里滑出来的方式。羞愧是他现在唯一能感受到的，塞菲罗斯急于把钉子钉进他的棺材里。

“Wasn’t that lovely, Archangel Cloud? Letting yourself turn putty in someone else’s hands. Such courage.” Sephiroth is stroking a finger down Cloud’s cheek, and he flinches.
“那不是很可爱吗，大天使云？让自己在别人手中变成腻子。真是太有勇气了。塞菲罗斯用手指抚摸着克劳德的脸颊，他退缩了。

Even now, violated and vulnerable, Cloud can’t look at him in the eye. There is something so mesmerising about the demon’s eyes, despite the wide streak of insane that runs through the green. “What have you done to me?” 
即使是现在，被侵犯和脆弱，克劳德也无法直视他的眼睛。恶魔的眼睛有一种如此迷人的东西，尽管绿色中流淌着一大片疯狂的条纹。“你对我做了什么？”

“It’s just as you think,” Sephiroth says, and smiles. “You were passed out for so very long. You were quite entertaining, but I think I prefer you awake.” 
“这和你想的一样，”Sephiroth笑着说。“你昏倒了这么久。你很有趣，但我想我更喜欢你清醒。

“God will never forgive you for this,” Cloud says hoarsely.
“上帝永远不会原谅你，”克劳德嘶哑地说。

Sephiroth laughs sardonically. “So sure that you still carry his Grace in your hands, aren’t you? Laughable, considering that this is all it takes to unravel your virtue.”
Sephiroth嘲讽地笑了起来。“这么确定你手里还拿着他的恩典，不是吗？可笑，考虑到这就是解开你的美德所需要的一切。

Cloud pushes up to a sitting position. His chest is heaving with fury, indignation even as he is horrified by the wet sounds he makes when his thighs squeeze together, the way wet seed leaks down his thighs and into the sheets. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You’ve been in Hell for too long now.”
克劳德推到坐姿。他的胸膛因愤怒和愤慨而起伏，即使他被大腿挤在一起时发出的湿润声音吓坏了，湿漉漉的种子从他的大腿上渗入床单。“你不知道你在说什么。你在地狱里待得太久了。

“If you’re so sure, then heal yourself.” Sephiroth points to the wound that he’s ripped in Cloud’s sternum. “Heal that. Then heal your asshole that I wrecked.”
“如果你这么确定，那就治愈你自己吧。”塞菲罗斯指着他在克劳德胸骨上撕裂的伤口。“治愈它。然后治愈你被我破坏的混蛋。

Cloud trembles. But with Sephiroth looking at him like that, Cloud wants nothing but to prove him wrong. So he places a hand over the wound over the slow-bleeding hole in his sternum. And waits.
云在颤抖。但是塞菲罗斯这样看着他，克劳德只想证明他是错的。于是他把一只手放在伤口上，放在胸骨上缓慢出血的洞口上。然后等待。

Nothing happens. 什么也没发生。

Cloud looks down in horror.
云霄惊恐地低下头。

Sephiroth laughs cruelly. “Has your God retracted his love for his most precious angel? That was quite fast, wasn’t it? How fickle is He?” There is nothing but bitter contempt in his voice. He sounds angry, and he pushes Cloud down on his back, his wings crushed underneath him.
塞菲罗斯残忍地笑了起来。“你的上帝收回了对他最宝贵的天使的爱吗？这真是太快了，不是吗？他有多善变？他的声音里只有苦涩的蔑视。他听起来很生气，他把云推倒在他的背上，他的翅膀压在他身下。

With one hand on his ankle ruthlessly yanking him apart, Sephiroth presses a hand against Cloud’s asshole, still filthy with come and spit, and a warmth radiates from his palm. The throbbing sensation lessens, and the worst of it eases away.
一只手放在他的脚踝上，狠狠地把他拉开，塞菲罗斯用一只手按在克劳德的屁眼上，仍然肮脏地吐着唾沫，一股温暖从他的手掌中散发出来。悸动的感觉减轻了，最糟糕的感觉也消失了。

Before he can even protest, Sephiroth’s done the same for the hole in his chest. And just when Cloud thinks this devil isn’t that bad, Sephiroth proves otherwise.
在他甚至还没来得及抗议之前，塞菲罗斯就对他胸口的洞做了同样的事情。就在克劳德认为这个恶魔并没有那么坏的时候，塞菲罗斯证明了这一点。

Proving that Cloud is dead wrong.
证明 Cloud 是大错特错的。

The perfunctory healing now over, Cloud still smarting from the fact that the Corruptor has healed him with whatever dark magic from Hell, he’s flipped Cloud onto his face. For a moment his heart seizes up, and he thinks Sephiroth is going to fuck him open again. He stutters, flails. Summons the sword that’s on the floor, hoping for it to manifest in his hands so he can turn around and slash the demon into oblivion. But nothing happens.
敷衍了事的治疗现在结束了，克劳德仍然因为腐化者用来自地狱的黑暗魔法治愈了他，他已经把克劳德翻到了他的脸上。有那么一会儿，他的心揪了起来，他觉得塞菲罗斯又要把他操开了。他结结巴巴，连枷。召唤出地上的剑，希望它能在他手中显现出来，这样他就可以转身将恶魔斩杀。但什么也没发生。

Sephiroth has one large hand braced between his shoulder blade, one knee against the small of his back. And his other hand, curled around the top of his upper right wing.
塞菲罗斯的一只大手支撑在他的肩胛骨之间，一只膝盖抵在他的小背上。而他的另一只手，蜷缩在他右上翼的顶部。

Cloud turns his head and sees the imminent danger in Sephiroth’s eyes. There’s something feral about him that Cloud hasn’t accounted for. By the time he realizes what Sephiroth’s about to do, he’s already done it.
克劳德转过头，看到了塞菲罗斯眼中迫在眉睫的危险。他身上有一些野性，克劳德没有考虑到。当他意识到塞菲罗斯要做什么时，他已经做到了。

Sephiroth grabs hold of Cloud’s wing, and rips it cleanly off his shoulder blade.
塞菲罗斯抓住克劳德的翅膀，干净利落地把它从肩胛骨上扯了下来。

Cloud screams. 云尖叫。

The devil calmly watches him, his quiet voice clear despite Cloud’s writhing and screaming. It feels like Sephiroth’s ripped a limb from him. He thrashes despite Sephiroth still holding him down, almost unseating him. “Your God has no mercy for you. He’s spurned you, taken your strength away from you.”
魔鬼平静地看着他，尽管克劳德扭动着尖叫，但他平静的声音很清晰。感觉就像塞菲罗斯从他身上扯下了一条肢体。尽管塞菲罗斯仍然按住他，他还是捶打着，差点把他弄得坐不住。“你的上帝对你没有怜悯。他唾弃了你，夺走了你的力量。

“No!” Cloud is lashing out with his hands and feet now, but Sephiroth is bearing down on him with his entire weight. 
“不！”克劳德现在正在用他的手和脚猛烈抨击，但塞菲罗斯正在用他的全部重量压在他身上。

His hand moves to the wing below, and this time, he can feel the deafening sound of tearing as it is forcefully separated from his flesh. “Grace, withdrawn from your being.”
他的手移到了下面的翅膀上，这一次，他能感觉到震耳欲聋的撕裂声，因为它被强行从他的肉体中分离出来。“恩典，从你的存在中抽离出来。”

Through hazy tears, Cloud sees loosened, white feathers float downwards.
透过朦胧的泪水，云朵看到松动的白色羽毛飘落下来。

He’s sobbing hysterically. But it’s not enough to stop Sephiroth from moving his hand to the left wing. Cloud tries to jerk away, to pull his giant wing out of Sephiroth’s reach. He was gifted the two larger wings when he was promoted to Archangel. And now, ripped off just like that…
他歇斯底里地抽泣。但这还不足以阻止塞菲罗斯将手移向左翼。克劳德试图猛地抽离，将他的巨翼从塞菲罗斯够不到的地方拉出来。当他晋升为大天使时，他被赋予了两个更大的翅膀。而现在，就这样被扯掉了......

Sephiroth has no mercy for him. “Your faith, burned away.” His voice is emotionless, cold as he rends the third wing from Cloud’s huddled over, shaking form. It causes him untold agony when it rips. He’s howling.
塞菲罗斯对他没有怜悯之心。“你的信心，被烧毁了。”他的声音毫无感情，冰冷，他从云霄蜷缩着的颤抖身躯上撕下了第三只翅膀。当它撕裂时，它会给他带来无尽的痛苦。他在嚎叫。

Cloud is all ready for Sephiroth to take his last one, when he stops. “There,” he says. “We’ve taken it all away, leaving only your one wing. It represents your true self.”

Cloud understands now, too intimately, why Sephiroth is called the Corruptor of Self. He’s destroyed the foundation of all the knowledge that Cloud has ever known.

Sephiroth slides his finger and thumb under Cloud’s chin, lifts his face to meet Sephiroth’s insane gaze. “You’re free. I will mould you into a creature consecrated to the sweet darkness of pleasure, and I promise you this, Cloud. Archangel you are no more, but I will love you beyond anything your God can offer you. All that pleasure your beautiful body is capable of carrying, and you will want for nothing.”  

The bereft feeling of grief engulfs his soul. With his wings gone and his powers having disappeared, he is no longer the Virtue of God. A part of him is still in shock, unable to understand how exactly they’ve gotten here. It feels like a terrible nightmare, and for some unknown reason, he can’t wake up.

His three wings, thrown onto the ground like discarded rubbish, its tips dark red with blood where it’s been ripped from his shoulder blades. The white bone structure, the white wings, fading into a sickly, pale grey now that they are no longer connected to an angelic host. He stares at them, mouth still hanging open. The tears won’t stop flowing.

“An angel stripped of his wings is the greatest disgrace,” Cloud whispers. His voice is thick with emotion.

“You have one left.” Sephiroth says. “Like me.”

Cloud covers his eyes with his hands. He can’t even look at the carnage on the ground. He feels like a gigantic gaping wound, all unstaunched bleeding and gushing at the seams.

Sephiroth eases off him.

“This is how you will make more room in your heart for something bigger,” Sephiroth says, and Cloud wants to laugh.

“There is nothing bigger than God’s love,” he whispers, and Sephiroth merely laughs, as if the idea is incredulous to him. He places his hand onto the torn ligaments on Cloud’s back, and seals them closed.

“You’re more beautiful than ever.”

Cloud can’t help it. He cries his rage and his pain, and even through Sephiroth ignoring it all and rolling him onto his back, forcing his thighs apart. Cloud can barely see through the film of tears in his swollen eyes, the fight stolen from him.

It doesn’t shock him that the devil is now between his legs, his engorged cock enormous and intimidating, leaking pre-come at its tip. It looks like a monster that will no doubt wreck his insides. It’s already done so once, and he’s only just been healed up. He’s too big for Cloud’s hole, but something inside him twitches at the thought of Sephiroth’s cock inside him.

What is he becoming? Earlier in the evening, he was one of the four Archangels, the Virtue of God. Brave, strong, courageous. He knew he had earned his place in God’s honoured pantheon. He was proud of the fact he stands up there with his fellow Archangels. 

But now he has fallen. Violated, dishonoured. 

Is there still a place for him anymore?

If he isn’t an Archangel, what is he?

Sephiroth’s startling green eyes are boring into him. He cranes his neck, pressing tender little kisses to Cloud’s trembling mouth. He offers heat and warmth right now, and Cloud’s arms, after hesitating, gingerly curls around Sephiroth’s muscled biceps.

He feels so cold right now. Numb to the tips of his fingers. Every part of him is shivering.

Sephiroth’s kisses are sweet. When he pushes one onto Cloud’s lips, it feels good. It feels like he can swallow it whole and it makes his core warm. Like he’s now standing in front of a roaring hearth.

He wants more.

But he can’t have more, because this is wrong. Cloud sobs wordlessly, and even though he is saying nothing, it’s like Sephiroth can hear his thoughts. “You want this,” he says. “You want this so badly. Earlier this evening, I saw the way you looked at me. You couldn’t take your eyes off me.” 

Cloud shakes his head, but he leans into the warmth offered through Sephiroth’s touch. He’s so cold. 

“Is this what you wanted, all this time?” Sephiroth’s thumb flickers across Cloud’s nipple. Teasing, stroking. Then a hard pinch that has Cloud moaning with pain. Wanting more. Why is his body betraying him like this?

Those fingers do not care what Cloud’s mouth is saying. Instead they travel downwards, teasing at his entrance. He’s opening up for a finger, swallowing it up to the hilt. “Do you feel this secret place here?” Sephiroth asks. “This is where pleasure blooms. This is what you really are, my sweet little angel. Made to be loved. Made to be fucked.” 

Every thrust of his fingers has a loud squelch echoing in Cloud’s ears - a reminder of his shame, his secret delight. His body wants this, needs this. Sephiroth coaxes Cloud to open his mouth, and pours heat into Cloud in the form of his sinuous tongue, licking his way in.

It’s making him greedy for more.

“Come with me,” Sephiroth croons in Cloud’s ear. “Come for me.”

Cloud sobs, pulls Sephiroth to his chest. His hole feels wet. Sticky. Pulsing around a cock that isn’t there. He is all need and desire that it’s overriding his brain and that sense of shame. He wants to escape it, wants to leave it all behind. All he wants right now is to be filled up, for Sephiroth to make it all right. 

With a soft cry, he puts his own hands on his thighs, pulls back so his legs are folded back to his ears. “Want you,” he says incoherently. “Want you inside of me.” 

Sephiroth laughs, and Cloud wonders if that sound means cruelty or satisfaction. Possibly both. 

That cock is nudging at his entrance, pushing in. This time, when Sephiroth’s cock bursts through that ring of muscle and causes him pain, he doesn’t scream. He only embraces the anguish, because it is far better to be hurt like this, with this strange devil holding him, wanting him, than to be lost, unwanted.

And sure enough, after a while, it doesn’t feel like pain anymore. He’s a little rabbit that chases an unnamable pleasure down a hole, especially the way Sephiroth strokes at his cock, coaxing it to full hardness. It feels good, and Cloud loves it. He feels the wet sloppiness pooling at his asshole when Sephiroth thrusts and drags his cock inside his tight walls.

It’s unfamiliar, it’s brutal even when he’s being gentle. Cloud is probably bleeding, but it’s worth it with the way Sephiroth is thrusting back with his hips, slapping at him, sending frissons of pleasure into every corner of his body.

He isn’t cold anymore.

In fact, he’s burning up.

Even the indecent noises that had only shamed him earlier that evening are being pulled out of throat willingly. Loud, unadulterated shamelessness in the form of incoherent pleas and moans, but he can tell Sephiroth likes hearing them. He only slams harder into Cloud, who’s now holding on for dear life.

Sephiroth puts a hand over Cloud’s stomach. It’s distended and swollen from all the filth swimming inside of him. “I want to fill you up with my seed and keep it all inside of you until it drips and leaks out of you.” 

Cloud shivers, and his toes curl from the way Sephiroth looks at him. Like Cloud is his Light; his God. 

The orgasm rushes up to meet him, engulfing his entire body in flames of desire and satiety. And he rises to meet it, painting his own belly and chest with white ropey pearls of come that shoot as far as his own chin. Covered in his own filth and liking it immensely.

Sephiroth chuckles in approval, and for a moment there, Cloud swears that the black horns at his head gleam ominously. But Cloud shudders and ignores it, and still wedged inside, Sephiroth motions for Cloud to climb onto him as he leans back onto the pillows.

Cloud hesitates.

It’s one thing to be taken; it’s entirely another to mount the devil himself.

But he wants it so badly.

The cock inside him is pulsing, and Cloud squeezes it hard. The devil’s green eyes flash, and his tail rises to caress Cloud’s cheek softly. He moans into the touch, feeling the tail between his fingers. It’s thicker than expected, and he wonders what it will feel like thrashing inside of him.

He wants more.

Throwing his hesitation to the evening breeze, Cloud gets up on his knees, positions his wet ass over Sephiroth’s turgid cock. He lowers himself all the way and listens to the way Sephiroth bottoms out inside of him with a wet plop. He watches, breath held, as Sephiroth plays at the disheveled tunic he’s still wearing over his chest, the fabric filthy with come.

“Take it off me,” Cloud orders Sephiroth. Begs him. He does not want another reminder of how white’s been chosen for him tonight because he’s supposed to be pure and untouched. This is no longer true.

Sephiroth places his hand over his belly, and the white tunic burns away. The flames lick at Cloud’s skin but do not hurt him. And now he’s clad only in his skin, Sephiroth looks at him with such naked adoration and possessiveness that Cloud has no choice but to feel safe, despite everything that’s transpired.

Sephiroth reaches up to stroke Cloud’s chin. “I like being sheathed inside your warmth, little angel. I promise you that for the rest of eternity, I’ll have you chained my side. I want you on my cock at all times, even when I’m not using you and loving you. I want your mouth on me. Your hand on me. Your hole impaled upon my cock.”

Cloud shudders. Why does he like the sound of it so much?

“You’re going to be my little cock slut in Hell,” Sephiroth says, and Cloud feels his asshole leaking wetness even more. Lubricating the way for him to glide up and down while Sephiroth grinds up against his ass, sending jolts of electricity through his crotch as his nervous system melts down into a puddle. He belatedly realizes that he’s made for this . “Ride me, angel.”

Cloud bounces vigorously, the flesh of his thighs jiggling against Sephiroth’s hips. He vaguely notes the contrast of his milky skin against the sinful red of Sephiroth’s skin, and he feels like a prey that’s caught in the grasp of a predator.

He wants nothing but to feel the hot spurt of Sephiroth’s come inside of him. He wants to be his more than anything, to pledge fealty to this new God that’s brought him nothing but the luxurious shame of unabashed pleasure.

Leaning into the feeling of Sephiroth’s hands kneading the plump cheeks of his ass, the obscene wet plapping sounds of him impaling his now-stretched hole over Sephiroth’s burning hot cock. He’s going so fast that Sephiroth has to slow him down in order to keep from slipping out. His breaths are coming in panted gasps, and Sephiroth has to remind him to breathe. 

But Cloud can’t, so Sephiroth does it for him. His spiked tail comes up as Sephiroth grabs his chin, forcing his mouth open. Flattening his tongue with a hard press of his thumb, keeping him in place with the curve of Sephiroth’s tail stuffed into his mouth. 

His mouth is filling up with saliva, and the tail tastes like a slippery, chunky eel. It forces his airway to open, forcing him to breathe through his nostrils. He lets out a weak groan as the coiled tail glides on his tongue and silkily down his throat. Suppressing his gag reflex, choking him. His mouth and his ass, all stuffed full and he’s nothing but a receptacle for the pleasure that Sephiroth’s promised him. 

When he’s riding Sephiroth into oblivion and that cock is slamming against his pleasure spot until he’s nothing but a whimpering, crying creature that’s stupidly blissed-out, there is a purpose to him.

Cloud simply lets go, mindlessly coming on himself, on Sephiroth’s cock, like the desecrated whore he is.

When Sephiroth’s tail pulls out of Cloud’s mouth, he collapses on Sephiroth’s broad chest and feels the way his cock pumps into him, emptying out his enormous load until the sticky juices inside are being squeezed out of his ass, leaking slowly down his thighs.

“Very good,” Sephiroth says, praising him.

“I surrender to you,” Cloud whispers, and lifts up one wrist. He watches in resignation as the chains of sin manifest around his right hand. It’s a fine chain made of red links, and he never thought he would see them on his own person. Vessel of God . It feels like a taunt now.

The other end of the chain appears in Sephiroth’s hand. He eyes it with satisfaction, before vanishing it away from his sight. “This will keep you with me for eternity,” Sephiroth promises. “But let’s start with tonight. I’m going to wreck you until you pass out, and I will brand your flesh with all of me.”

Cloud swallows, and looks away. It’s better if he doesn’t look.
云朵咽了口唾沫，移开了视线。如果他不看就更好了。

There is a knock at the door, and Cloud freezes.
门外传来敲门声，云朵愣住了。

Sephiroth smiles reassuringly at Cloud. “Stay here,” he says. “I’ll be back.”
塞菲罗斯对克劳德露出欣慰的笑容。“留在这里，”他说。“我会回来的。”

It’s not like Cloud has a choice. He’s naked and sullied, left alone on the bed where Sephiroth leaves him to go open the door. He’s about to pull the blanket over himself when Sephiroth stops him. “No,” he commands. “I like you that way. Bare skinned and covered in the seeds of our pleasure.”
这并不是说云有选择。他赤身裸体，浑身脏兮兮的，独自一人躺在床上，塞菲罗斯让他去开门。他正要把毯子盖在自己身上，塞菲罗斯阻止了他。“不，”他命令道。“我喜欢你。光秃秃的皮肤，覆盖着我们快乐的种子。

Cloud shivers. 云颤抖。

Sephiroth turns his back on Cloud and opens the door, and there are two people standing there. The Corruptor of Soul with waves of brown hair down her back, her luminous green eyes shining as she leans against the doorway. She casts a curious glance at him and only smirks as Cloud burns with shame. The other, small and compact, black-haired. The Corruptor of Mind.
塞菲罗斯背对着克劳德，打开门，有两个人站在那里。灵魂的腐化者，一头棕色的头发垂在背上，她靠在门口时，她明亮的绿色眼睛闪闪发光。她好奇地瞥了他一眼，只是傻笑着，而Cloud则羞愧地燃烧着。另一个，小而紧凑，黑发。心灵的败坏者。

He’s supposed to be with Rufus tonight. And Zack was supposed to be with the other Corruptor.
他今晚应该和鲁弗斯在一起。扎克应该和另一个腐败者在一起。

Cloud’s heart thuds painfully in his chest. Surely nothing’s happened to them.
云的心脏在胸口痛苦地砰砰直跳。他们肯定什么都没发生。

“It’s done,” the woman says. She examines her fingernails. “The Might of God, my ass. He went down so quickly that it even surprised me.” She smiles with those pretty bow-shaped lips. “But he’s a fun little toy. I’d like to get back to him soon.”
“完成了，”女人说。她检查自己的指甲。“上帝的力量，我的屁股。他倒下得如此之快，甚至让我感到惊讶。她用那漂亮的蝴蝶结状嘴唇微笑。“但他是个有趣的小玩具。我想尽快回复他。

Sephiroth looks to the other Corruptor, who nods his head once. “All done. The last time I checked, Genesis sorted out Angeal, but he wanted some more time to play with him a little longer. As for my part, the Grace of God has fallen, and there is no one left to stand in our way.”
塞菲罗斯看向另一位腐化者，后者点了点头。“都完成了。上次我检查时，Genesis 整理了 Angeal，但他想多花点时间陪他玩一会儿。就我而言，上帝的恩典已经陨落，没有人可以阻挡我们。

Sephiroth’s chuckle is low and quiet. But smug with the flush of victory in his voice, and Cloud realizes too late, once again, that the devils used tonight’s ball as an excuse to invade Heaven, to seduce and corrupt the fiercest of their enemies. The peace treaty is nothing but a front for darker machinations.
塞菲罗斯的笑声低沉而安静。但是，克劳德的声音中充满了胜利的喜悦，他再一次意识到，为时已晚，魔鬼们以今晚的舞会为借口入侵天堂，引诱和腐蚀他们最凶猛的敌人。和平条约只不过是更黑暗阴谋的幌子。

He should have known. They should all have.
他应该知道的。他们都应该有。

“Tomorrow, Heaven will fall. Now that their Archangels are no longer capable of defending it. But for tonight,” Sephiroth spears a glance Cloud’s way, and the open lust in his eyes is unmistakable. “He is mine, and I intend to make full use of our time together.”
“明天，天堂会塌下来。现在他们的大天使已经没有能力保卫它了。但今晚，“塞菲罗斯瞥了一眼克劳德，他眼中公开的欲望是显而易见的。“他是我的，我打算充分利用我们在一起的时间。

Sephiroth shuts the door behind him and makes his way back to Cloud. His massive cock, wet still with the slick that was inside Cloud’s hole, so stiff and hard that it is curling towards the taut muscles of his abdomen. Bobbing slightly even as he approaches the bed. 
塞菲罗斯关上身后的门，回到了克劳德身边。他巨大的鸡巴，仍然湿漉漉的，在克劳德的洞里，又硬又硬，正蜷缩着向他腹部紧绷的肌肉。当他走近床边时，他也微微摇晃。

“Do not worry about matters beyond your control,” Sephiroth says in that deep, rich voice of his that has Cloud’s overstuffed belly curling in desire. “You are safe in my arms, and none can reach you but me. I will keep you safe.” 
“不要担心你无法控制的事情，”塞菲罗斯用他那低沉而浑厚的声音说，这让克劳德的肚子在欲望中蜷缩。“你在我的怀里很安全，除了我，没有人能接近你。我会保护你的安全。

His tail reaches out and curls around Cloud’s right ankle, viciously drags him down, yanks his legs apart so he is once again, on his back. Weeping cock and gaping hole exposed, ripe for the taking. 
他的尾巴伸出，蜷缩在云的右脚踝上，恶狠狠地把他拖下来，把他的双腿分开，让他再次趴在他的背上。哭泣的公鸡和张开的洞暴露在外，已经成熟了。

Cloud lets out an involuntary sob of horror; of desire. Then it is followed by a breath of despaired resignation. 
云不由自主地发出一声惊恐的啜泣;的欲望。然后是一股绝望的辞职气息。

Of quiet submission, to his new God.  
安静地顺服他的新神。