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*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Author’s Note: This chapter is pretty much the pure smut I promised. It’s actually much lighter than what I had originally. I will eventually post the more X-rated version (though this one is still certainly MA). Editing smut is much more difficult than editing regular romance. There’s a fine line between decent erotica and unintentional hilarity, and I hope I fall on the side of the former. Don’t laugh at me too hard if I don’t.
Aeris changes her mind to delightful results about something she once feared.
The winter would ravage with thick spilling snow that silver would still always best. He went out more often than Aeris, of course, to mayoral duties’ demand. It was less, though, than summer for little required immediate response. His tasks were more to avail his aid for any pressing concern, and monsters of course, always that rigor that kept his instincts sharp.
When Sephiroth left, whatever the need, his thoughts were of always his Aeris. The joy that would beam through his heart at return that gave the rents a sweeter purpose. It spread through his veins and bled through his skin, his flower’s ecstasy. At sight of me…her once murderer. I don’t want to leave yet I do. Knowing her presence ever awaits me makes Heaven’s Gate utter truth.