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Final Fantasy: Shinra's Heir
by PJ

Chapter 1

	Thunder shook the rooftops of Rocket Town as the storm boiling across the sea
lashed at the small community.  Villagers stayed in their homes or gathered at
the local tavern to exchange gossip or meet with friends.  Jenny Calvin had no
friends.  She remained at home by herself, her parents gone to Nibelheim to
conduct important business.  Jenny was eighteen years old, with long blonde
hair, wide green eyes, and a short, petite body.  Tonight she wore a simple red
dress buttoned up the front.  She sat at the dinner table, nursing a cup of
cooling hot chocolate.  A crack of thunder shook the house, making Jenny flinch
involuntarily.  She gazed at the empty living room, so silent, so lonely.  The
girl got up from the table, walking over to the fireplace to tap the crackling
logs with a poker.  Sighing to herself, Jenny leaned against the mantle,
watching the fire dance below her.  Moving impulsively, Jenny grabbed a wrap
and walked outside, letting the torrent of cold rain wash over her until she
was shivering with dampness.  She ran down the sidewalk of her neighborhood,
sprinting north, to the coast.  Jenny was soaked through when she reached the
edge of a cleft, the sharp slope descending to the sand beach of the shoreline.
 Jenny closed her eyes, letting the rain lash her, the strong wind blowing her
blonde hair behind her like a shimmering banner.  When Jenny opened her eyes,
she started when she spotted a human form staggering from the sea.

	Jenny searched the cleft for any kind of path, finally discovering a very
narrow ledge that sloped to the beach.  The girl descended as quickly as she
dared, accelerating to a run when she reached the level shore.  Jenny met the
stranger just as he fell forward into the sand, his long black hair plastered
to his bare back.  Jenny covered her mouth when she realized the man was
completely naked!  She grabbed the man's left shoulder, pulling him upright.
The man was unconscious, and quite handsome, in a dark sort of way.  Jenny used
all of her limited strength to drag the naked man back up to Rocket Town.  The
girl's arms were shaking with exhaustion by the time she reached her house.
Luckily the storm warded Jenny from prying eyes as she pulled the stranger
inside her living room, her chest heaving with strain.  Jenny stopped a moment
to catch her breath, then dragged the man to a sofa facing the fireplace. 
After setting the man comfortably on the sofa cushions, Jenny ran upstairs to
get warm blankets.  She quickly returned, draping the blankets over the
stranger's firm, muscular body.  She knelt at the man's side, brushing wet hair
out of his face.  Jenny stared at the stranger for an eternity, admiring every
curve 
of his beautiful face.  Sneezing suddenly, Jenny finally noticed her own
soaking condition.  She took off her clothes, confident that the stranger would
not be waking up anytime soon.  She warmed herself by the fire, then prepared
to go upstairs to get ready for bed.  She made sure the fireplace was well
stocked with wood before she left.  Looking down at the sleeping man, Jenny bit
her lip, then kissed him softly on the mouth, swiftly straightening and
climbing upstairs before any more impulses overcame her.


	The next morning, Jenny found the stranger standing in front of the living
room window, watching the neighbors go about their lives.  He wore one of the
blankets wrapped around his body, his long black hair gleaming in the sunlight.
 Jenny admired his profile for a few seconds, then coughed loudly.

	"Oh, you must be my rescuer," said the stranger, turning to face Jenny.

	"Uh, yeah, I guess so," stammered Jenny, blushing under the man's intent gaze.
 She noticed that his eyes were a peculiar shade of red, and his pupils widened
when he looked away from the bright window.

	"Um, my name's Jenny, Jenny Calvin."

	"Vincent Valentine."

	"Uh, would you like some breakfast?"

	"Yes, it's been some time since I've eaten," smiled Vincent wanly.

	"Oh!  I'll start right now!" exclaimed Jenny, rushing past Vincent to the
kitchen.  Vincent smiled after his hostess, returning his gaze to the activity
outside.

	"Where are your parents?" asked Vincent from his seat beside Jenny on the
porch.

	"Oh, they're away on business.  They won't be back for months."

	"It must be awfully lonely here all by yourself."

	"Yeah, it is.  I practice sewing a lot, Mom's a seamstress.  I dreamed of
becoming a dancer and moving to Gold Saucer when I was little."

	"No boyfriends?"

	"No," grinned Jenny, blushing hotly.

	"I should be going, I don't want to be a bother for you."

	"No!  It's okay, you can stay as long as you want," replied Jenny, grasping
Vincent's arm desperately.

	"Very well, a few more days," smiled Vincent, placing his hand over Jenny's.


	"I'm sorry sir, this is the best I got," chuckled the weapon shop owner,
rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

	"This will do," replied Vincent, twirling the shotgun in his right hand,
chambering a shell with the same motion.  He sighted away from the owner and
Jenny, aiming at the large shop window.

	"Uh, Miss Calvin, how will the gentleman be paying for the shotgun?" whispered
the shop owner from the left side of his mouth.

	"I'll take care of it," reassured Jenny, placing a heavy bag of Gil on the
shop counter.


	"How much do I owe you?" asked Vincent, sliding the shotgun into a specially
designed holster on his left leg.

	"Forget it.  My parents always leave me more money than I can spend.  It's a
present," grinned Jenny.

	"Thank you, I won't forget it," nodded Vincent.  "Thank you for the clothes as
well."

	"You look better in them than Daddy does," said Jenny, glancing appreciatively
at how Vincent wore the black tunic tight across his wide chest, the brown
leggings clinging snugly to his muscled legs.  A purple cloak completed the
attire, with black boots and a red bandana to keep hair away from his face.

	"Well, I guess this is good-bye," declared Vincent, eyeing the road that led
south out of town.

	"Do you have to go so soon?"

	"I should.  I left some friends in a tight situation."

	"Oh.  Well, good-bye then."

	Vincent bowed briefly, throwing his cloak back as he began walking down the
wide town street.  Jenny watched him go, her hands clasped tightly together, on
the verge of asking him back, but too frightened to go through with it.  She
bit her lip when he stopped, apparently from the beckoning arm and call of Cid
Highwind.  She watched Vincent move to where Cid stood near the fence of his
property, the two in heated discussion.  Throwing back her shoulders, Jenny
walked quickly to Vincent's side.

	"You owe me for the Little Bronco II!" growled Cid, chewing on the stub of a
cigar at the same time.

	"Tifa flew off with it, not me!" protested Vincent.

	"Yeah, whatever.  The point is, you're here and she isn't.  I want some
payback!"

	"What did you have in mind?"

	"I need someone to help me build Little Bronco III."

	"How long will that take?  Tifa, Nanaki, and the others may still need my
help."

	"Aw, they'll be fine.  If they were really in trouble we would have heard
about it by now.  You gonna help me or what?"

	"Alright, I'll help you," sighed Vincent in resignation.

	"You got a place to stay?  I've got plenty of room here."

	"He's staying with me," said Jenny, wrapping her arm around Vincent's
possessively.

	"What?  Oh, ho!  Little Jenny Calvin's found a boyfriend finally!  You sure
know how to pick'm!" roared Cid.

	"Leave her alone, Cid," warned Vincent softly.

	"Okay, okay!  Don't get mad!  Come by here tomorrow, first thing in the
morning!  We'll get started building the frame."

	"Okay," agreed Vincent, leading Jenny back into town.

	"I hope this won't inconvenience you," smiled Vincent ruefully.

	"Oh, it's fine.  I'll be glad to have some company around the house," replied
Jenny quickly.

	"Let me know if you require help with anything."

	"Actually, I'll need you to help me with dinner tonight."


	The night sky was clear and bright with starlight.  The grass was still damp
as Jenny laid down the large blanket and smoothed it down.  Vincent lowered the
picnic basket, kneeling down next to it and reaching inside.  

	"Rather late for dinner, isn't it?" inquired Vincent.

	"I like eating at night," replied Jenny innocently, helping Vincent lay out
food dishes and utensils.  Vincent poured Jenny a cup of wine before filling
his own, then he reached down to pluck a piece of cheese from a food plate.
The couple ate quietly for awhile, watching the sea roll towards the golden
beach.

	"Do you have a wife?" asked Jenny abruptly.

	"No."

	"A girlfriend?"

	"No."

	"Why?"

	"I never found the right girl.  I never really had the time to look."

	"Do you like me?"

	"Yes, very much," chuckled Vincent softly.

	"I like you."

	"I'm glad, not many people do."

	"Why?"

	"It's rather complicated."

	"Would you kiss me?"

	Vincent lowered the sandwich he was nibbling on, turning to face Jenny, who
was gazing at him rather intently.

	"That may not be a good idea.  You don't know me, you don't know who I am, who
I really am."

	"I don't care.  I want you."

	"You're young, you'll find someone better someday."

	"I want you," repeated Jenny, moving close to Vincent, reaching up to stroke
his face with
her delicate palm.

	"Jenny..," sighed Vincent, thinking how he could let the girl down easily.
Jenny's lips shot up to press against Vincent's.  She wrapped her arms around
his neck, her lips soft and warm against his.  At first, Vincent was just
surprised, then he slowly placed his arms around Jenny's small waist, returning
her embrace with equal fervor.  They kissed forever, their breath mingling,
their bodies melding together intimately.  Vincent broke away, his eyes glowing
brightly in the night.  "Jenny.."

	"Make love to me," whispered Jenny, untying her blouse, pulling it over her
head.  Vincent looked down at Jenny's full breasts, the nipples already erect
with arousal.  She quickly yanked off her skirt before sliding off her white
panties.  Jenny pounced on Vincent before he could think of something to say.
She kissed Vincent eagerly, her small hands roving across his chest.  Vincent
grasped Jenny's thin shoulders, trying to ignore how good her body felt atop
his.  Vincent was about to push Jenny away when he looked into her wide green
eyes and saw the loneliness that matched his own, the desperate need to be
loved by someone.  Vincent slid his fingers through Jenny's thick golden hair,
he smiled at her, then kissed her firmly on the mouth.  He let her take his
clothes off, laughing at her childlike eagerness.  She giggled with joy,
leaning down to kiss him again before planting soft little kisses down his
chest and stomach.  Jenny took Vincent's hardening cock into her right hand,
rubbing up and down the shaft until it was fully at attention.
She smiled at Vincent just before she placed the head of his cock against the
lips of her pussy.  She slowly descended down the length of Vincent's pole,
gasping as she felt his member thrust deep into her vagina.  She moaned when
the tip of Vincent's cock pressed against her hymen and tore through it.  She
grimaced with pain, her features relaxing when she resumed humping up and down
upon Vincent's shaft.  Jenny placed her palms on Vincent's strong chest for
support, her tits jiggling while her hips jerked back and forth.  Vincent lay
limply on the grass, rubbing his hands up and down Jenny's thin arms.

	Jenny moaned, her lips trembling as the first waves of pleasure washed up from
her cunt.
She increased the force of her thrusts, her vagina tightening around Vincent's
thick pole.  She leaned down over Vincent, allowing him to suck hungrily on her
warm tits.  Vincent wrapped his arms around Jenny's waist, holding her against
him, relishing the feel of her body rubbing against his as he kissed her sweet
lips.  Jenny's pussy became slick with her honey, her cunt shivered with
approaching orgasm.  The naked girl groaned in Vincent's mouth, she caressed
his tongue with hers, her breasts crushed against his slick chest.  Jenny felt
Vincent achieving his own climax, his cock throbbing inside her, about to fill
her yearning belly with his hot cum.  Jenny looked into Vincent's face, then
gasped when she beheld his burning red eyes and sharp white fangs.  Vincent
growled like a wolf, his breath hot as it swept across her face.

	"Vincent, what are you?" murmured Jenny before she orgasmed, the ecstasy
erasing all traces of fear and confusion as her lover shoved his cock into her
uterus and flooded her womb with his non-human seed.
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