CW: sexual themes, gagging, gender neutral (i think), dacryphilia, kefka might be a little ooc (shh)
"Oh, my doll. Such a good doll." He muttered, fingers stuffed in your mouth, as he pressed his body against yours. It was another night with Kefka. He was stressed out from everything, and you had become his outlet for release. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hip as his cock thrust into your used hole. Tears spilled out of your eyes from his fingers pressing deeper into your mouth, his nails now on the opening of your throat. They rest on your cheeks as your eyes roll back, your brows twisted up as you continue gagging on his long, thick digits. "Love when you cry... G-God I love it when you cry!" The pain mixed with pleasure—a twisted dance that kept you both coming back for more. His face paint dripped down his face, and the pale skin beneath it flushed a bright pink, glistening with sweat. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, now held a hint of desperation. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, as if every touch and every gasp carried the weight of his burdens. He buried his forehead against your shoulder, his fingers escaping your mouth to press your cheek against the pillow. You could feel his ragged breath against your skin, each exhale a desperate plea for release. This was his way of showing love. The only way that felt normal to you. His arms moved and wrapped tightly around your frame, holding you to his chest as his face buried itself into your sweaty hair. Kefka was always loving in a sense during this. Sure, he was sadistic, but it was at these times that he'd come back to the tower after a long day of chaos and destruction, seeking solace in your embrace. In those moments, you couldn't help but wonder if there was a glimmer of humanity buried deep within his twisted soul, yearning for connection and intimacy. With one more pitched whine in your ear, he released, his load filling you with heavy white ropes that left you with a warm, sticky feeling inside. His hips stuttered and his body shook, chest heaving as his breath grew heavier and his grip on you tightened. You could feel the intensity of his climax as he buried his face in your neck, whispering words of ecstasy. The aftermath left you both panting, basking in the intimate connection you had just shared. In a state of fatigue and satisfaction, he rolled off and panted while gazing up at the ceiling. You both felt a sense of intimacy and connection as you lay there, catching your breath. As you savored the afterglow of your powerful experience, the space was filled with a lingering aroma of desire.
"My dear, you always make me feel so human," He whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability. It was in those intimate moments that you realized the power of your connection, transcending the darkness that consumed him and reminding him of the fragile emotions he had long suppressed. "I don't want you ever leaving my tower." You traced your fingers gently along his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. As you looked into his eyes, you could see his fear of losing you—a fear that mirrored your own. In that moment, you knew that your love had become his lifeline, one that kept him grounded in his goals and ambitions. He smiled, beginning to giggle at the sight of his purple lipstick smudged across your body. The laugh that terrified everyone who dared to hear it was like music to your ears, a sweet melody that brought joy to your heart. You were content with the man you had, your rose-colored glasses causing your eyes to pass over every red flag as if they were nothing. He was your Kefka.
