Suikoden V - Alpha Prince

The Market Hall was as bustling as ever and the Lindwurm mercenaries had to constantly step around people as they made their way around the circular ledge towards Mohsen’s Number Zero Armor Shop.

“This is not a good practice. It damages discipline for the men to be coddled.” Remarked Mueller soberly.

Wilhelm grinned slapping the tall warrior on the back, “Relax! Olsin and Saich have been working hard… So they forgot to pick up the order… and you know if they missed out on it for something stupid then sure, I gotcha. But you did see those Raftfleet twins?! Yowza! True Fire…I’m tempted to hand them the Arness award right off!”

Mueller rolled his eyes at the mention of Wilhelm’s addition to the Lindwurm Mercenary Brigade list of medals. Not given for remarkable bravery or constant hard work…no…hottest female conquered… Completely typical of the single minded leader of the brigade. After all despite what Wilhelm said the deciding factor in joining the Prince’s cause had been Faroush’s sexual prowess and ability to draw so many beautiful women. Not his leadership ability as Mueller found most important.

Mueller continued on in silence, his mind inventorying the brigade’s current armor stocks.

Wilhelm’s voice broke his train of thought, “Oh ho…here comes Lady Isabel….so hot…like a lioness, Mueller. What I wouldn’t give to be dragged back to her lair for a night…” Even as he talked about the red head, he found his attention dragged to the fair Viki who seemed to be just staring off into space next to her mirror.

“Well, even if her shadow would allow you to spend time in her… lair-“ Whatever Mueller was about to say was lost as the space in front of them suddenly popped with a mass of huddled people. Those passing through the market froze in shock at the totally unexpected sight before them. The prince and his group teleporting back to the castle was an occasional happening but never did had he returned like this.

“By the True Runes!” exclaimed Wilhelm.

The elf Isato crouched, his arms around several people, in one hand he clutched the small blinking mirror dripping with liquid light. Miakis knelt against his leg her arms clutching the unconscious forms of the Prince and Lyon both covered in blood. Next to them were Kyle and Faylen, their battered bodies just as bloody, as Roy sat between them his hands grasping them maintaining the contact throughout the entire group that was necessary for the blinking mirror to teleport them.

Before any of the stunned bystanders could even begin to respond, the bald elf turned to an even more confused than usual Viki. He shouted, “Teleport! Infirmary! Now!”

Viki stood her mouth gaping one hand fidgeting with her staff for a moment before she finally waved her hand. The bloody group disappeared as quickly as they’d arrived and Viki sighed with relief.

The crowd exploded with noise as people in the front began murmuring about this horrible event and those in the back who hadn’t seen what was happening shouted queries. Soon people were moving rapidly, spreading the news and quite a few heading towards the infirmary.

“Bloody runes, man! What could do that to that group?” exclaimed Wilhelm. The prince and his entourage were a force to be reckoned with; battles had turned on their warrior prowess alone.

Mueller said nothing, pondering what effect this would have on the men’s morale.


Faroush floated in nothingness. His thoughts were sluggish and muddled. Images flashed of blood and pain. Emotions welled up anger, fear, desperation….They came one after another before fading away into nothingness once more…He thought he heard voices far away and his dazed consciousness tried to wade towards them. They faded and so did he for a time.

He became aware once more but he still floated in the void. This time memories came to him. He remembered that day in the baths with his mother….

“…and I really think you would excel and Feitas knows your sister is going to need a solid ally there.”

Faroush scoffed even as he snuck another glance at his mother’s big breasts bobbing gently on the water, “Me… a senator, you can’t actually be serious! All they do is sit around and give speeches all day! There’s absolutely nothing interesting there at all!” He had finally gotten used to the idea that he was actually sitting here naked with his mom. Of course, his cock certainly had not. It had remained stubbornly hard for the last fifteen minutes and Faroush had made sure to stay as submerged as possible putting as much water between it and the surface as possible. Not that he was accomplishing much, considering the clearness of the water.

It was just so infuriating. It was one thing to know your mother was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. It was completely another, to see her amazing body completely naked. On any other woman, a body like hers would have the Prince doing everything in his power to sleep with her. Faroush had been with a lot of women and not one came anywhere close to Arshtat. Images kept flashing through his mind. Oh what he would do if she was someone else…

Her musical voice broke his reverie, “Oh really? Nothing interesting at all? What about Senator Verone?”

Lady Verone… that had been a lovely evening and night and morning. “What of her? I admit…she’s a woman of extraordinary wit and grace. Attributes the rest of senate lacks entirely.”

Arshtat raised one delicate white eyebrow, “Wit and Grace… I see.” She cast a significant glance downward towards her generous chest, “Is that what you’re calling them these days?”

Faroush was taken back by his mother’s outrageous comment. He shot a glance towards Lyon bathing a few meters away to see if she had been listening. If she had, she showed no sign as she stood gently caressing her pert breasts. Turning his attention back to his mother, he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. She gazed upon him with a small smile, obviously enjoying the discomfort she’d caused.

Hmmph…well, two could play that game.

“No mother, of course not. I’d never be so boorish as to lump all bosoms under the same names. No, each and every breast is special and has its own name.” Gesturing at his bodyguard, “Lyon’s there are named Lilly and Sasha respectively.” He smirked at his mother, confident he’d gotten her.

Arshtat gazed back at him her own composure never wavering. After a moment she sat up, her full breasts jiggled settling upon her chest as she lifted them from the water. “Uh huh, and what about your mother’s?”

This was a very interesting turn in the conversation. Faroush had been caught off guard to begin with, not expecting such a flirtatious manner from the Queen. He’d ran with it and he was relaxing flirting being a very familiar pastime of his.

“Well, I couldn’t possibly know that from just a visual inspection. To truly know the breast one must become intimately familiar with it through touch, smell, and taste as well as simply sight.” He shrugged his shoulders, “I suppose their true names will always be a mystery to me…” Faroush sighed theatrically.

“Oh Why is that?” asked Arshtat.

“Well, I can’t very well go feeling up my mother’s chest now can I?” said Faroush taking full advantage of the conversation’s topic to look at her beautiful jugs.

She still smiled, “No, I suppose you can’t. So why don’t you give me your best guess as to their names…..using sight alone.”

Hearing this he redoubled his ogling. His mother’s breasts were truly amazing. They kept their perfect teardrop shape extremely well for their size. They didn’t sag at all nor were there any veins visible like he’d seen on other women. He idly wondered at the twist in the conversation once more and the way Arshtat was focusing on her breasts much as she had when she was possessed…

Well, he’d continue this game….

“Hmmm….” He made a big show of studying them, even wading closer as he rubbed his chin. “Um….have to be…Gigantica and Enormousa” He grinned.

Arshtat opened her mouth in mock indignation, “You disrespectful boy!” She punctuated her words by leaning forward and trying to smack his arm.

Faroush’s trained reflexes reacted instantly and his hand grabbed hers. His movement caught her off guard and her feet slipped along the pool’s floor. He acted quickly in response catching her and pulling her to him as he stood completely up out of the water.

They stared into each others eyes both in shock at the sudden contact. She could feel the firmness of his well defined pectorals through her sensitive nipples, her breasts smashed against his chest. But between them she felt something….something hot and hard…she could feel it running up her stomach….

She’d seen him earlier…seen that her son was…big….but she had been still dazed and confused. He’d gotten in the water so rapidly… But she could him against her…she was afraid to look down…but staring into his sensual blue eyes…his parted lips were so close….

Runes… Ferid had been gone for months now…


“…Kyle’s wounds were quite serious and his loss of blood considerable. However, we sewed up his wounds and he’s stabilized. I think there is an excellent chance of recovery-“

Lady Nymalia interrupted heatedly, “He’d be completely recovered if you’d allow us to heal him! It’s simply madness-“

Doctor Silva cut in, “And have his body react like the Prince…like Lyon’s! Runes are indeed capable of healing. They can do it almost instantly but the body pays a high price in unpredictable ways” She waved her hand towards the Prince and his bodyguards’ beds.

Nymalia stepped forward, her elaborate robes of vibrant blue and green swayed. “They would very likely be dead if not for the divine power of the runes. As to their current condition, their comas can very likely be lifted if you would allow my healers to do their jobs.”

Silva glared at the rune healer, absently brushing her long silver bangs out of her eyes as she responded, “Very likely be lifted?! Runes are dangerous and unpredictable! You’d reintroduce what caused the comas in the first place without absolute certainty of success!”

Lucretia stood back as the two professionals argued. She looked at the Prince’s unconscious form. The infirmary was rather cool yet his body was sweating profusely. His ruined clothing had been removed and only his lower half was covered in a thin sheet. One of Silva’s assistants, a girl with brightly dyed green hair, gently applied moist clothes in order to lower his temperature.

The girl’s hands suddenly froze and Lucretia did a double take as she saw what had startled the girl. The sheet was raised, Faroush’s massive erection forming a tent obscenely. The blonde tactician blushed as she remembered how close she’d been to that beautiful cock only ten hours ago. She shook herself…beautiful cock? There was no runic sexual aura here…why was she still having such strange thoughts.

“Excuse me” she stepped between the two women, “Is that a good sign?” She gestured towards the Prince.

They turned to look.

“Oh my…” said the doctor while Nymalia’s hands flew to her mouth in surprise.

Silva approached the bed (Nymalia close behind) and said, “That will be all for right now, Sword Blossom. Go check on Roy and Faylen and see if Murad has made that concoction of his yet.”

‘Sword Blossom?’ wondered Lucretia. As the girl passed by, her head constantly swiveling back after the prince, the blonde noticed colorful tattoos circling her face. Ahh…she must be from one of the tribes living to the north of the Ashtwal Mountains. If she remembered correctly there was at least one group who named their children with the aid of drug induced hallucinations…

“Ahhh…the coma isn’t as deep as I feared. See..” She pointed at his closed eyes. “You can see he has rapid eye movement…he’s dreaming…”

Lucretia eyed his straining linen covered cock once more; it wasn’t hard to tell what he was dreaming about. “Will he be alright”, she asked.

“It’s hard to tell. With his wound gone, all I can do is treat the symptoms of the rune sickness and hope his body gets well and he wakes up. This is encouraging though. I wonder…” She moved swiftly and Lucretia quickly got out of her way.

Silva bent over Lyon’s bed. Lucretia was about to follow but she noticed Nymalia standing very close to the Prince. The short woman had her arm extended towards Faroush’s erection and she had a dazed look on her face.

Lucretia took advantage of the opportunity and swept one arm around the dark haired woman, “Come along now.” She walked her over to the next bed while enjoying the sensual sway of Nymalia’s hip against hers.

Silva turned to them, “Yes…she’s dreaming as well. This is a good sign. Now if we can just get their fevers down…If you’ll excuse me, I have other patients to attend to.” She started to walk off but then turned back around, “Lady Nymalia, do not do anything. This is my infirmary and they are now my patients.”

She strode away.

Lucretia’s eyes traveled over the sleeping Lyon. She was covered the same as Faroush her upper body exposed to the cool air of the infirmary. As the tactician appreciated Lyon’s pert breasts she noticed that despite the flush skin and the sweat glistening upon her body, Lyon’s nipples were very obviously hard. Lucretia glanced between her covered legs, she wondered if her beautiful pussy was wet. Was she dreaming the same sort of thing Faroush so obviously was? Was she imagining that giant prick sliding inside her?

She shook that useless thought out of her head. She had much more important matters to deal with. It seemed like the Prince would recover and since she had already cleared the next two days for him, his absence wouldn’t be too much of a problem. However, she would have to begin taking steps to quash the rumors that would be flying around by now. This sort of thing could be a problem however the war was going well and as long as Faroush recovered, it would be fine.

Of course if he didn’t then Lucretia might have to override Silva. She’d let Lady Nymalia do what she could. She said as much to the woman who was now prattling on about it to her now that Silva had left the room.

Now, Lucretia needed to talk to Isato. There was no way this Yuber was a random encounter….


Faroush pulled away suddenly. “I’m sorry, mother…” He trailed off not sure what to say. They stood facing each other the water up to their waists. He kept his eyes downcast staring into the water. But he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering to where the water lapped at his mother’s hips. A well trimmed stripe of silver hair just breaking the surface.

He had been about to… Oh he wanted to so badly… Why couldn’t he? Why shouldn’t he? There was no woman that he couldn’t be with if he really wanted to. It didn’t matter who she was or even if she was married. If he tried hard enough he would succeed. There was only one, okay, maybe two ladies he couldn’t be with…or so he had thought.

The moment had seemed to last forever as he held her in his arms their wet bodies pressed together. He had seen it in her eyes…the way she tilted her head and parted her lips…the way her hands had lightly played upon the muscles of his back. She had wanted it too. She wanted him to fuck her! He was absolutely positive…

Fuck! What was wrong with him? This was his mother…

Arshtat stared at her son’s cock still shocked at what she had been about to do. Runes! It looked for all the world like a log floating down the Feitas…It wasn’t just the amazing length but the thickness…She swore it was as thick as her wrist! She had felt it too…so hot and hard…Runes… It was pointing directly at her weeping pussy like it was straining to enter her…Oh what would it feel like? Could it even fit?

Was she really such a slut? All it took was an enormous cock to get her so insanely horny?

An image suddenly shoved itself to the forefront of her brain…Lord Godwin…naked…a cock to rival her son’s thrusting obscenely towards her. The thought filled her with revulsion.

Her eyes traveled up her son’s taut stomach and his chiseled chest finally stopping to gaze at his beautiful face as he stared into the water. That was it! She loved her son. The size of his cock didn’t matter. He could have Ferid’s more average length and she would still have this overwhelming desire to make love to him. There wasn’t anything wrong with her feelings…She loved Ferid…She loved Sialeeds…She loved Haswar. And she’d made love to all three with never any doubts about it being right.

Besides she was Queen was she not?

Still as this uncomfortable silence dragged on, maybe the moment had passed. Maybe she should just go find Sialeeds…

“Your majesty, would you like me to bathe you now?”

Arshtat jumped a little, she hadn’t noticed Lyon’s approach. The girl stood very close, the soap clutched in one hand and a small smile on her face.

Lyon had stayed back as long as it looked like the situation would progress well on its own. She knew Faroush lusted after his mother and she’d never understood why he hadn’t pursued her as he did other women. So once this opportunity happened she was determined to make sure he got what he wanted. And the chance had almost slipped away…

Arshtat thought about the offer for a moment. It wasn’t a strange one. It was a tradition of the upper classes to have servants bathe oneself. Some nobles took it to extremes…she’d heard Lord Barrows had a dedicated team of beautiful girls for just that purpose. Generally, she was more relaxed about it. She never demanded it but somehow a servant always appeared to volunteer and scoff at the idea that the Queen of all Falena and bearer of the True Sun Rune should wash herself.

She nodded, “Why yes, Lyon. That would be lovely and I’ll return the favor since I saw you couldn’t quite wash your back by yourself”

Lyon quickly protested but Arshtat reached out pulled her in close one hand slipping beneath the water to stroke one of the girl’s full cheeks. “Nonsense about this Queen stuff…there’s certainly nothing wrong with a mother washing her daughter’s back.”

Lyon froze at this acknowledgement allowing Arshtat to slip the soap out of her hands easily. With her other hand she gently wiped a wet strand of hair out of the girl’s face, “Yes, Ferid and I don’t get to express this enough. But we truly do think of you as ours. We love you…” She gazed into the girl’s eyes for a moment before softly murmuring “come here…”

She drew Lyon’s face close and pressed her lips to hers. It started slow just a gentle nip but Lyon reacted enthusiastically, her mouth eagerly working with Arshtat’s and her body crossing the last space between them, the Queen’s soft bosom engulfing her own.

They kissed for what seemed like minutes and Faroush watched in awe. He couldn’t quite believe it but it was turning him on even more…His hands found their way down his body to stroke his cock. He watched Lyon’s supple ass raise out of the water as Arshtat leaned back against the side of the pool; one hand squeezing the girl’s butt vigorously the other caressing her hair.

Finally she released Lyon and the girl gasped with passion, “I love you too, your majesty..so much!”

She smiled at the girl as she leaned forward and began to rub the soap into her back, “Back to our bath…” Arshtat glanced at her son and she almost choked as she saw him stroking his cock with both hands. Runes…even with both hands wrapped around it a significant amount remained uncovered. She suddenly wondered if another pair of hands could fit upon that monster. An image flashed in her mind of both her and Lyon stroking him…

He had stopped stroking himself once he noticed his mother’s eyes upon him. Arshtat felt a wave of lust and love in that moment, “Oh don’t stop honey…”


Silva opened the medicine cabinet and let out a sigh of frustration at what she saw. All of the little containers were out of the perfect order she’d put them in. Instead of nice even rows, they now were scattered all over with no logical arrangement that she could determine. Sword Blossom would of course disagree and start lecturing the doctor on various nonsense subjects like positive and negative waves and competing auras.

This was the third time the green haired girl had taken it upon herself to rearrange things in the infirmary to better suit her crazy religion. No matter how many times Silva told her not to mess with things, she still ended up doing so. Despite all of her weird habits she was a superb assistant and Silva could see her eventually becoming a great doctor. Which is why she put up with stuff like this….

She grabbed what she needed and resolved to fix the cabinet later. She left the storage room and entered the main room of the infirmary. She stopped short as she saw Sword Blossom and another woman standing near the Prince’s bed. Damn it…
Silva strode purposely forward. Their backs were turned so she couldn’t see who the woman was but from her next to non-existent clothing and the silver hair, it could only be one person.

Coming around to the end of the bed, she saw the Prince’s sheet had been tossed aside and his amazingly still erect cock towered proudly into the chill air of the infirmary. “What the hell is going on here? There aren’t supposed to be any visitors! Sword Blossom-“Her voice stopped as her eyes fell upon her assistant. The front of her tunic was open exposing her surprisingly large breasts. “Why is your top open?”

The thin faced girl looked at her doctor as her hands flew up to cup her tits, “Miss Jeane wanted to see them. So I showed her.” She said matter of factly, as if this was a perfectly normal request. And maybe it was around here, thought Silva as she glanced at the scantily clad rune mistress standing there with a smile and a strange look in her eyes. Especially with the way the way the Prince and his bodyguard/concubines carried on.

Silva remembered the time she’d entered the indoor baths only to find the Prince in the women’s side. She’d been shocked to see him leaning against the wall out of the water and even more shocked to see a wet naked Luserina impaled on the end of his cock. Quite proper little Luserina screaming in pleasure as Faroush, hands grasping her pert butt, lifted her up and down upon his shaft completely off the ground.. Another part of Silva’s mind had been surprised just by the slender young man’s show of strength. Glancing around she’d seen another cock that didn’t belong on the women’s side. The Queen’s Knight Kyle sat on the bath’s edge, his substantial length seen to by Miakis and Lyon wading in the water. The two girls’s playfully fought over who got to take it fully in their mouth while the handsome blonde leaned back grunting with pleasure.

Silva just didn’t quite understand it but as long it didn’t affect her job she would tolerate it. After standing there in shock for a few moments, she had confidently walked to a part of the bath that wasn’t occupied. Unlike the other occupants she focused on relaxing and didn’t choose to pleasure herself while watching the Prince’s antics. She did wonder clinically how that much penis fit into the small girl’s vagina.

“Well, that sort of thing maybe okay elsewhere but not in my infirmary. Put those away. And you…” She turned to the tall rune mistress, “You can’t be in here. The patients need their rest with no distractions.” She glanced at Jeane’s barely covered breasts and over to a couple of wounded soldiers watching her avidly from across the room.

“Tee hee…Oh I completely understand…” she stepped closer touching Silva’s arm. The Doctor felt a sudden light tingling in her loins. “But don’t you think a distraction can be a good thing? To get their minds off their aches and their woes?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She pulled away from the rune mistress turning to throw the sheet back over the Prince. “And you really must leave n-“Her voice trailed off as she turned back to find the beautiful woman very close, her mammoth boobs mere inches from Silva’s face. The doctor thought she saw a weird pink symbol floating in the air for a moment.

Jeane leaned in and began whispering into Silva’s ear. After a few moments she giggled, blew Sword Blossom a kiss and trounced out of the room, stopping briefly to whisper something to the soldiers.

Silva seemed to be deep in thought, just staring into space. Sword Blossom waved her hand in front of the doctor’s face and said, “Doctor?”

Silva focused and looked at the girl. Glancing down at the girl’s cloth covered chest, she angrily said, “Feitas! Don’t you ever listen? Take your top off right now.”

Sword Blossom was confused and hurt by the doctor’s sharp tone. “Huh? But you just told me to put it back on.”

Silva sighed. She really could be so flaky… She spoke slowly and carefully,“No…I told you part of your job as assistant is to pleasantly distract the patients from their aches and woes with your beautiful big tits. I just wish I had as much. Now hurry up and get them out.”

Sword stared at the doctor for a moment before mentally shrugging. She preferred going topless anyway and quickly did as she was told. “Alright, doctor. What do you want me to do now? I completed my rounds before Mistress Jeane came in.”

“You’re going to help me. We’ve got a big job ahead of us.” With that she tossed aside the Prince’s sheet and sat down on the bed next to him.

Without preamble she reached across and firmly grasped his thick shaft around the base. She began to slowly stroke up while squeezing.

“What are you doing, doctor?” asked an utterly confused Sword Blossom.

Silva looked up and causally remarked, “I’m relieving the Prince of this unnatural pressure. I should have done it hours ago. The prince is as you can see rather above average and suffice it to say that his huge member is demanding quite a bit of blood that would be put to better use fighting his sickness. Now come over here and start stimulating his testicles.”

Having said that, Silva lowered her head and began flicking her tongue across his fat head. Sword watched for a moment almost wanting to giggle at seeing the ever so serious doctor casually lick the cock like it was an oversized lollypop. She shrugged and joined the doctor on the bed. As she enjoyed the feel of the Prince’s heavy sack in her hands she idly thought, ‘Southerners are so strange’


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